[Exeunt Wood.
Enter Cleremont.
Di. Pox of your questions then. What, is she found?
Cle. Nor will be I think.
Di. Let him seek his Daughter himself; she cannot stray about a little necessary natural business, but the whole Court must be in Arms; when she has done, we shall have peace.
Cle. There's already a thousand fatherless tales amongst us; some say her Horse run away with her; some a Wolf pursued her; others, it was a plot to kill her; and that Armed men were seen in the Wood: but questionless, she rode away willingly.
Enter King, and Thrasiline.
King. Where is she?
Cle. Sir, I cannot tell.
King. How is that? Answer me so again.