MILLISCENT.
Sir, very well.
I would to God we were at Brians lodge.
CLARE.
We shall anon; z'ounds, hark! What means this noise?
JERNINGHAM.
Stay, I hear horsemen.
CLARE.
I hear footmen too.
JERNINGHAM.
Nay, then I have it: we have been discovered,
And we are followed by our fathers men.
MILLISCENT.
Brother and friend, alas, what shall we do?
CLARE.
Sister, speak softly, or we are descried.
They are hard upon us, what so ere they be,
Shadow your self behind this brake of fern,
We'll get into the wood, and let them pass.
[Enter Sir John, Blague, Smug, and Banks, one after another.]
SIR JOHN. Grass and hay! we are all mortall; the keepers abroad, and there's an end.
BANKS.
Sir John!