Enter SIR JOHN HARCOP, with two or three others with him.
HAR. Up to this wood they took: search near, my friends, I am this morn robbed of three hundred pound.
BUT. I am sorry there was not four to make even money. Now, by the devil's horns, 'tis Sir John Harcop.
HAR. Leave not a bush unbeat nor tree unsearch'd;
As sure as I was robb'd, the thieves went this way.
BUT. There's nobody, I perceive, but may lie at some time, for one of them climbed this way.
1ST MAN. Stand, I hear a voice; and here's an owl in an ivy-bush.
BUT. You lie, 'tis an old servingman in a nut-tree.
2D MAN. Sirrah, sir, what make you in that tree?
BUT. Gathering of nuts, that such fools as you are may crack the shells, and I eat the kernels.
HAR. What fellow's that?