Hem. Any of the old Lords that rebel'd?
Hub. Peace, all, I know 'em every one, and can betray 'em.
Hem. But wilt thou doe this service?
[Hub.] If you'l keep Your faith, and free word to me.
Hem. Wilt thou swear me?
Hub. No, no, I will believe ye: more than that too, Here's the right heir.
Hem. O honest, honest huntsman!
Hub. Now, how to get these Gallants, there's the matter, You will be constant, 'tis no work for me else.
Hem. Will the Sun shine again?
Hub. The way to get 'em.