FABELL.
Be brief and secret.
MOUNTCHENSEY.
Soon at night remember
You bring your horses to the willow ground.
JERNINGHAM.
Tis done; no more!
CLARE.
We will not fail the hour.
My life and fortune now lies in your power.
FABELL.
About our business! Raymond, let's away!
Think of your hour; it draws well of the day.
[Exit.]
ACT IV.
SCENE I. Enfield Chase.
[Enter Blague, Smug, and Sir John.]
BLAGUE. Come, ye Hungarian pilchers, we are once more come under the zona torrida of the forest. Let's be resolute, let's fly to and again; and if the devil come, we'll put him to his Interrogatories, and not budge a foot. What? s'foot, I'll put fire into you, ye shall all three serve the good Duke of Norfolk.