A something to be govern'd, not to govern,
A fishing, hawking, hunting, country gentleman?
[Exit.
SCENE.—Sherwood Forest.
SIR WALTER WOODVIL. SIMON WOODVIL. (Disguised as Frenchmen.)
Sir W. How fares my boy, Simon, my youngest born,
My hope, my pride, young Woodvil, speak to me?
Some grief untold weighs heavy at thy heart:
I know it by thy alter'd cheer of late.
Thinkest thy brother plays thy father false?