Rose. Why, Sybil, wilt thou prove a forester?
Sybil. Upon some, no; forester, go by; no, faith, mistress. The deer came running into the barn through the orchard and over the pale; I wot well, I looked as pale as a new cheese to see him. But whip, says Goodman Pin-close, up with his flail, and our Nick with a prong, and down he fell, and they upon him, and I upon them. By my troth, we had such sport; and in the end we ended him; his throat we cut, flayed him, unhorned him, and my lord mayor shall eat of him anon, when he comes. [Horns sound within.
Rose. Hark, hark, the hunters come; y’are best take heed,
They’ll have a saying to you for this deed.
Enter Master Hammon, Master Warner, Huntsmen, and Boy.
Ham. God save you, fair ladies.
Sybil. Ladies! O gross![43]
Warn. Came not a buck this way?
Rose. No, but two does.
Ham. And which way went they? Faith, we’ll hunt at those.