._ They follow still; the President _Vertaigne_
Comes on a pace, and _Champernel_ limps after;
The Women, as if they had wings, and walk't
Upon the Air, fly to us.

_1 Gent._ They are welcome,
We'll make 'em sport; make a stand here, all know
How we are to proceed.

_2 Gent._ We are instructed. [_Still Musick within._

_1 Gent._ One strain or two more. [_Gent. off._

_Enter_ Vertaigne, Champernel, Beaupre, Verdone, Lamira,
Anabel, _Nurse_, Charlote.

Excellent, they are come.

_Nurse._ We cannot miss, in such a business, yet
Mine ear ne'r fail'd me. [_Musick for the Dance._

_Charl._ Would we were at it once,
I do not walk, but Dance.

_1 Gent._ You shall have dancing.
Begin, and when I give the word--

_2 Gent._ No more:
We are instructed. [_Dance._

_Beaupre._ But win us fairly--

_1 Gent._ O Sir, we do not come to try your valour,
But to possess you, yet we use you kindly
In that, like English Thieves, we kill you not,
But are contented with the spoil.

_Verta._ Oh Heaven!
How hath mine age deserv'd this?

_Cham._ Hell confound it,
This comes of walking; had I kept my legs,
Or my good Horse, my Armour on,
My Staff in my rest, and this good Sword too, friend,
How I would break and scatter these.

_All Gent._ Ha, ha, ha.

_Cham._ Do you scorn me Rogues?

_Nurs._ Nay, Gentlemen, kind Gentlemen,
Or honest keepers of these woods, but hear me,
Be not so rough; if you are taken with
My beauty, as it hath been worth the seeking,
Some one or two of you try me in private,
You shall not find me squeamish.

_Charl._ Do not kill me,
And do your worst, I'le suffer.

_Lam._ Peace vile creatures.

_Vert._ Do you know me, or my place, that you presume not
To touch my person?

_1 Gent._ If you are well, rest so,
Provoke not angry Wasps.

_Verta._ You are Wasps indeed,
Never created to yield Wax or Honey,
But for your Countries torment; yet if you are men,
(As you seem such in shape) if true born French-men,
However want compels you to these courses,
Rest satisfied with what you can take from us,
(These Ladies honours, and our liberties safe)
We freely give it.

_1 Gent._ You give but our own.

_Verta._ Look on these grey hairs, as you would be old,
Their tears, as you would have yours to find mercy
When Justice shall o'retake you.

_Cham._ Look on me,
Look on me Rascals, and learn of me too,
That have been in s