Fred. Stay, what Troop
Is that below i' th' Valley there?
John. Hawking I take it.
Pet. They are so; 'tis the Duke, 'tis even he, Gentlemen,
Sirrah, draw back the Horses till we call ye,
I know him by his Company.
Fred. I think too
He bends up this way.
Pet. So he does.
John. Stand you still
Within that Covert till I call: you, Frederick,
By no means be not seen, unless they offer
To bring on odds upon us; he comes forward,
Here will I wait him fairly: to your Cabins.
Pet. I need no more instruct ye?
John. Fear me not,
I'le give it him, and boldly. [Ex. Pet. and Fred.
Enter Duke and his faction.