AN OLD MAN. Well, the king's men have taken all the trees away.
A YOUNG MAN. A good month's work it made them, too!
ANOTHER OLD MAN. And now the king will come again!
PETER. And we shall lose our noses!
POLLIE. I do not wish to lose my nose!
[Enter SCRODGE, running.]
SCRODGE. The king is coming!
[Enter HODGE, running.]
