MILLISCENT.
Aye, it is I, sir.
BRIAN.
God for his passion! what make you here alone?
I lookd for you at my lodge an hour ago.
What means your company to leave you thus?
Who brought you hither?
MILLISCENT.
My brother, Sir, and Master Jerningham,
Who, hearing folks about us in the Chase,
Feard it had been sir Ralph and my father,
Who had pursude us, thus dispearsed our selves,
Till they were past us.
BRIAN.
But where be they?
MILLISCENT.
They be not far off, here about the grove.
[Enter Clare and Jerningham.]
CLARE.
Be not afraid, man, I heard Brian's tongue,
That's certain.
JERNINGHAM.
Call softly for your sister.
CLARE.
Milliscent!
MILLISCENT.
Aye, brother, here.