Ger. Wretch, art thou not content thou hast betrai'd us, But mock us too?
Ginks. False Hubert, this is monstrous.
Wol. Hubert?
Hem. Who, this?
Ger. Yes this is Hubert, Wolfort, I hope he has helpt himself to a tree.
Wol. The first,
The first of any, and most glad I have you Sir,
I let you goe before, but for a train;
Is't you have done this service?
Hub. As your Hunts-man, But now as Hubert; save your selves, I will, The Wolf's afoot, let slip; kill, kill, kill, kill.
Enter with a drum Van-dunk, Merchants, Higgen, Prig, Ferret, Snap.
Wol. Betray'd?
Hub. No, but well catch'd: and I the Huntsman.