Van-d. How do you Wolfort? Rascal, good knave Wolfort,
I speak it now without the Rose, and Hemskirk,
Rogue Hemskirk, you that have no niece, this Lady
Was stoln by you, and ta'ne by you, and now
Resign'd by me, to the right owner here:
Take her my Prince.
Flo. Can this be possible, Welcom my love, my sweet, my worthy love.
Van-d. I ha' giv'n you her twice: now keep her better, and thank
Lord Hubert, that came to me in Gerrards name,
And got me out, with my brave Boyes, to march
Like Caesar, when he bred his Commentaries,
So I, to bread my Chronicle, came forth
Caesar Van-dunk, & veni, vidi, vici,
Give me my Bottle, and set down the drum;
You had your tricks Sir, had you? we ha' tricks too,
You stole the Lady?
Hig. And we led your Squadrons, Where they ha' scratch'd their leggs a little, with brambles, If not their faces.
Prig. Yes, and run their heads Against trees.
Hig. 'Tis Captain Prig, Sir.
Prig. And Coronel Higgen.
Hig. We have fill'd a pit with your people, some with leggs, Some with arms broken, and a neck or two I think be loose.
Prig. The rest too, that escap'd, Are not yet out o'the briars,
Hig. And your horses, Sir,
Are well set up in Bruges all by this time:
You look as you were not well Sir, and would be
Shortly let blood; do you want a scarf?