Dick. I love to speak Truth, Sir; if that happens to be Satire, I can't help it.
Mil. Well, if this is London, give me my Country Cottage; which, tho' it is not a great House, nor a fine House, is my own House, and I can shew a Receipt for the Building on't.
King. I wish all the great Builders in the Kingdom could say as much.
Mil. Come, Sir, our Supper, I believe, is ready for us, by this time; and to such as I have, you're as welcome as a Prince.
King. I thank you.
[Exeunt.
Scene changes to the Wood.
Enter several Keepers.
1 K. The Report of the Gun was somewhere this Way I'm sure.
2 K. Yes, but I can never believe that any-body would come a Deer stealing so dark a Night as this.