GOLAUD.
They cry like lost children; you would say they smelt the butcher already.—It will be time for dinner.—What a fine day! What a capital day for the harvest!… [Exeunt.
SCENE V.—Before the castle.
Enter GOLAUD and little YNIOLD.
They cry like lost children; you would say they smelt the butcher already.—It will be time for dinner.—What a fine day! What a capital day for the harvest!… [Exeunt.
Enter GOLAUD and little YNIOLD.