Enter Colin.
Col. Sir, Sir, here's the devil to do without yonder; a parcel of fellows swear they'll have our venison, and s'blead I swear they shall have none on't, so stand to your arms, measter.
Mr. Barn. Ay, you've done finely, rogue, rascal, have you not?
[Beating him.
Col. 'Sblead, I say they shan't have our venison. I'll die before I'll part with it.
[Exit.
Enter Griffard.
Griff. Brother, there's some gentlemen within ask for you.
Mr. Barn. What gentlemen? who are they?
Griff. The gentlemen that have been hunting all this morning, they're now gone up to your wife's chamber.