[Exe. with the dead Bodyes.
[SCENE 4.]
Enter Charlimayne, Turpin, Eudon & Attendants.
Char. What pageants thys that on the fallowd lands Crosses me everye way? I cannot goe But styll he meets me full jumpe.
Tur. Beleve me, Sir.
I have not seen an antycke more disguysed.
A gallopps ore the newe plowde lands as fast
As twere a comon hye way, yet no speeche
Can make hym to forsake theym.
Eud. Nay, whats more,
The beast he rydds on is not usuall,
Tys neyther horsse nor asse, and yet a beast
Nymble & fytt for burthen.
Char. Eudon, goe
Bydd hym dismounte & as he loves hys life
Presentlye come before us. I will knowe [Ex. Eudon.
The ende of thys straunge purposse. Suer there must
Some secrett hange uppon it! thyngs doone thus
Are seldome jests, unlesse jests seryous.
Enter Eudon & Busse, leading in twoe lymes Byrtha
& a Spaniell, hymselfe cladd all in nett.
O tys La Busse; I've founde hys stratagem.—
Nowe, Sir, y'are wellcome; whence growes thys dysguyse?
Bus. Sir, from the fayre protectyon of your grace
And satisfactyon of your vowe; which doone,
Bouldlye I hope I may voutsafe to begge
My fathers deare deliverance.