SCENE.—The Forest.
SIR WALTER. SIMON. LOVEL. GRAY.
LOVEL
Sir, we are sorry we cannot return your French salutation.
GRAY
Nor otherwise consider this garb you trust to than as a poor disguise.
LOVEL
Nor use much ceremony with a traitor.
GRAY
Therefore, without much induction of superfluous words, I attach you,
Sir Walter Woodvil, of High Treason, in the King's name.
LOVEL
And of taking part in the great Rebellion against our late lawful
Sovereign, Charles the First.
SIMON
John has betrayed us, father.
LOVEL
Come, Sir, you had best surrender fairly. We know you, Sir.
SIMON Hang ye, villains, ye are two better known than trusted. I have seen those faces before. Are ye not two beggarly retainers, trencher-parasites, to John? I think ye rank above his footmen. A sort of bed and board worms—locusts that infest our house; a leprosy that long has hung upon its walls and princely apartments, reaching to fill all the corners of my brother's once noble heart.