2 C. I wish our good King Harry had kept nearer home to hunt; in my Mind the pretty, tame Deer in London make much better Sport than the wild ones in Sherwood Forest.
3 C. I can't tell which Way his Majesty went, nor whether any-body is with him or not, but let us keep together pray.
4 C. Ay, ay, like true Courtiers, take Care of ourselves whatever becomes of Master.
2 C. Well, it's a terrible Thing to be lost in the Dark.
4 C. It is. And yet it's so common a Case, that one would not think it should be at all so. Why we are all of us lost in the Dark every Day of our Lives. Knaves keep us in the Dark by their Cunning, and Fools by their Ignorance. Divines lose us in dark Mysteries; Lawyers in dark Cases; and Statesmen in dark Intrigues: Nay, the Light of Reason, which we so much boast of, what is it but a Dark-Lanthorn, which just serves to prevent us from running our Nose against a Post, perhaps; but is no more able to lead us out of the dark Mists of Error and Ignorance, in which we are lost, than an Ignis fatuus would be to conduct us out of this Wood.
1 C. But, my Lord, this is no time for Preaching methinks. And for all your Morals, Day-light would be much preferable to this Darkness I believe.
3 C. Indeed wou'd it. But come, let us go on, we shall find some House or other by and by.
4 C. Come along.
[Exeunt.
Enter the King alone.