SIR JOHN.
Neighbour Banks, what news?
BANKS.
Z'wounds, Sir John, the keepers are abroad; I was hard by 'am.
SIR JOHN.
Grass and hay! where's mine host Blague?
BLAGUE. Here, Metrapolitane. The philistines are upon us, be silent; let us serve the good Duke of Norfolk. But where is Smug?
SMUG. Here; a pox on ye all, dogs; I have kild the greatest Buck in Brians walk. Shift for your selves, all the keepers are up: let's meet in Enfield church porch; away, we are all taken else.
[Exeunt.]
[Enter Brian, with his man, and his hound.]
BRIAN.
Raph, hearst thou any stirring?
RAPH.
I heard one speak here hard by, in the bottom. Peace, Maister,
speak low; zownes, if I did not hear a bow go off, and the
Buck bray, I never heard deer in my life.
BRIAN.
When went your fellows out into their walks?