Arth. [Aside] This is black devilry. Alas! poor England!
How many private, sleeping villanies
Now wake to horrid life that else had slept,
But for the times' most bloody anarchy?
2nd Poach. They say this Cromwell is near these parts.
4th Poach. I heard another speak! [Loud] I never saw the girl till she was brought in, I tell ye.
2nd Poach. I heard it too.
1st Poach. 'Twas a cricket, or some such fowl.
3rd Poach. There's some one near. Look sharp!
4th Poach. Let's beat about— [Loudly] As for the girl, I saw her brought in. 'Twas a piteous sight—A love business, mark ye! I did not find her. [They discover ARTHUR.]
1st Poach. Ha!
4th Poach. Silence him!
3rd Poach. Curse thee, what brings thee here?—