And pip and pear drop in their prime
For tooth of fun and folly!
Eld. Hist! My lady is coming with her knight.
Ste. What knight? Nobody should be coming here but the earl of Kent and my lord of Wynne. Come, lass, what knight?
Eld. O, now it's out, you must be as mum as a dumb man's grave. My lady has a lover, and a sweet young knight he is, too, who rides out every week just for a peep at her. List! You can hear them now, just over the hedge.
Ste. And the master doesn't know! By Heaven, the man's a villain, and I'm a traitor to my lord of Kent if I don't wring his neck!
Eld. Stephen! Stephen!
Ors. Hold, sir!
Ste. Off with you! I'd drag him out an 'twere the king himself! [Leaps through the hedge and pulls the king through] God's mercy! I am dead! It is the king!