MUCH. O, the Friar, the Friar, the Friar!
KING. Why, how now, Much?
MUCH. Cry ye mercy, Master King:[262] marry, this is the matter.
Scarlet is following the stag you hit, and has almost lodged him: now,
the Friar has the best bow but yours in all the field; which and
Scarlet had, he would have him straight.
KING. Where is thy master?
MUCH. Nay, I cannot tell, nor the Friar neither.
SCATH. I hear them halloo far off in the wood.
KING. Come, Much, can'st lead us where as Scarlet is?
MUCH. Never fear you: follow me.
[Exeunt hallooing.