Mil. Thee! and Thou! Prythee don't thee and thou me; I believe I am as good a Man as yourself at least.
King. Sir, I beg your Pardon.
Mil. Nay, I am not angry, Friend, only I don't love to be too familiar with any-body, before I know whether they deserve it or not.
King. You are in the Right. But what am I to do?
Mil. You may do what you please. You are twelve Miles from Nottingham, and all the Way through this thick Wood; but if you are resolv'd upon going thither to Night, I will put you in the Road, and direct you the best I can; or if you will accept of such poor Entertainment as a Miller can give, you shall be welcome to stay all Night, and in the Morning I will go with you myself.
King. And cannot you go with me to Night?
Mil. I would not go with you to Night if you was the King.
King. Then I must go with you, I think.
[Exeunt.
Scene changes to the Town of Mansfield.