Van. I love no Wolforts, and my name's Vandunk,
Hub. Van drunk it's rather: come, go sleep within.
Van. Earl Florez is right heir, and this same Wolfort Under the Rose I speak it—
Hub. Very hardly.
Van-d. Usurps: and a rank Traitor, as ever breath'd,
And all that do uphold him. Let me goe,
No man shall hold me, that upholds him;
Do you uphold him?
Hub. No.
Van. Then hold me up. [Exeunt.
Enter Goswin, and Hemskirk.
Hem. Sir, I presume, you have a sword of your own, That can so handle anothers.
Gos. Faith you may Sir.