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.