Hem. Why? 'tis in thy power to do it, and in mine To reward thee to thy wishes.
Hub. I dare not, nor I will not.
Hem. Gentle Huntsman,
Though thou hast kept me hard: though in thy duty,
Which is requir'd to do it, th' hast used me stubbornly;
I can forgive thee freely.
Hub. You the Earls servant?
Hem. I swear I am near as his own thoughts to him; Able to doe thee—
Hub. Come, come, leave your prating.
Hem. If thou dar'st but try.
Hub. I thank you heartily, you will be
The first man that will hang me, a sweet recompence,
I could do, but I do not say I will,
To any honest fellow that would think on't,
And be a benefactor.
Hem. If it be not recompenc'd, and to thy own desires, If within these ten days I do not make thee—
Hub. What, a false knave!