Beggars Bush: A Comedy

Snap. A Cove comes: Fumbumbis.Prig. To your postures; arm.Hub. Yonder's the Town: I see it.Hemsk. There's our dangerIndeed afore us, if our shadows save not.Hig. Bless your good Worships.Fer. One small piece of mony.Prig. Amongst us all poor wretches.Clau. Blind, and lame.Ginks. For his sake that gives all.Hig. Pitifull Worships.Snap. One little doyt.

Enter Jaculin.

Jac. King, by your leave, where are you?Fer. To buy a little bread.Hig. To feed so many Mouths, as will ever pray for you.Prig. Here be seven of us.Hig. Seven, good Master,O remember seven, Seven blessings.Fer. Remember, gentle Worship.Hig. 'Gainst seven deadly sins.Prig. And seven sleepers.Hig. If they be hard of heart, and will give nothing—Alas, we had not a charity this three dayes.Hub. There's amongst you all.Fer. Heaven reward you.Prig. Lord reward you.Hig. The Prince of pity bless thee.Hub. Do I see? or is't my fancy that would have it so?Ha? 'tis her face: come hither maid.Jac. What ha' you,Bells for my squirrel? I ha' giv'n bun meat,You do not love me, do you? catch me a butterfly,And I'le love you again; when? can you tell?Peace, we go a birding: I shall have a fine thing. [Exit.Hub. Her voyce too sayes the same; but for my headI would not that her manners were so chang'd.Hear me thou honest fellow; what's this maiden,That lives amongst you here?Gin. Ao, ao, ao, ao.Hub. How? nothing but signs?Gin. Ao, ao, ao, ao.Hub. This is strange, I would fain have it her, but not her thus.Hig. He is de-de-de-de-de-de-deaf, and du-du-dude-dumb Sir.Hub. Slid they did all speak plain ev'n now me thought.Do'st thou know this same maid?Snap. Why, why, why, why, which, gu, gu, gu, gu, Gods foolShe was bo-bo-bo-bo-born at the barn yonder,By-be-be-be-be-Beggars Bush-bo-bo-BushHer name is, My-my-my-my-my-match: so was her Mo-mo-mo-Mothers too-too.Hub. I understand no word he says; how longHas she been here?Snap. Lo-lo-long enough to be ni-ni-nigled, and she ha' go-go-go-good luck.Hub. I must be better inform'd, than by this way.Here was another face too, that I mark'dOf the old mans: but they are vanish'd allMost suddenly: I will come here again,O, that I were so happy, as to find it,What I yet hope: it is put on.Hem. What mean you Sir,To stay there with that stammerer?Hub. Farewell friend,—It will be worth return, to search: Come,Protect us our disguise now, pre'thee HemskirkIf we be taken, how do'st thou imagineThis town will use us, that hath stood so longOut against Wolfort?Hem. Ev'n to hang us forthUpon their walls a sunning, to make Crows meat,If I were not assur'd o' the Burgomaster,And had a pretty excuse to see a niece there,I should scarce venture.Hub. Come 'tis now too lateTo look back at the ports: good luck, and enter. [Exeunt.

SCENA II

Enter Goswin.

Gos. Still blow'st thou there? and from all other parts,Do all my agents sleep, that nothing comes?There's a conspiracy of windes, and servants,If not of Elements, to ha' me break;What should I think unless the Seas, and SandsHad swallow'd up my ships? or fire had spoil'dMy ware-houses? or death devour'd my Factors?I must ha' had some returns.

Enter Merchants.

1 Mer. 'Save you Sir.Gos. 'Save you.1 Mer. No news yet o' your Ships?Gos. Not any yet Sir.1 Mer. 'Tis strange. [Exit.Gos. 'Tis true Sir: what a voyce was here now?This was one passing bell, a thousand ravensSung in that man now, to presage my ruins.2 Mer. Goswin, good day, these winds are very constant.Gos. They are so Sir; to hurt—2 Mer. Ha' you had no letters Lately from England, nor from Denmark?Gos. Neither.2 Mer. This wind brings them; nor no news over land,Through Spain, from the Straights?Gos. Not any.2 Mer. I am sorry Sir. [Exit.Gos. They talk me down: and as 'tis said of VultursThey scent a field fought, and do smell the carkassesBy many hundred miles: So do these, my wracksAt greater distances. Why, thy will HeavenCome on, and be: yet if thou please, preserve me;But in my own adventure, here at home,Of my chast love, to keep me worthy of her,It shall be put in scale 'gainst all ill fortunes:I am not broken yet: nor should I fall,Me thinks with less than that, that ruins all. [Exit.

SCENA III

Enter Van-dunck, Hubert, Hemskirk, and Margaret, Boors.

Van. Captain, you are welcom; so is this your friendMost safely welcom, though our Town stand outAgainst your Master, you shall find good quarter:The troth is, we not love him: Margaret some wine,Let's talk a little treason, if we canTalk treason, 'gainst the traitors; by your leave, Gentlemen,We, here in Bruges, think he do's usurp,And therefore I am bold with him.Hub. Sir, your boldnessHappily becomes your mouth, but not our ears,While we are his servants; And as we come here,Not to ask questions, walk forth on your walls,Visit your courts of guard, view your munition,Ask of your corn-provisions, nor enquireInto the least, as spies upon your strengths,So let's entreat, we may receive from youNothing in passage or discourse, but whatWe may with gladness, and our honesties here,And that shall seal our welcom.Van. Good: let's drink then,Fill out, I keep mine old pearl still Captain.Marg. I hang fast man.Hen. Old Jewels commend their keeper, Sir.Van. Here's to you with a heart, my Captains friend,With a good heart, and if this make us speakBold words, anon, 'tis all under the Rose

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