Smug. Content, Sir John.
Banks. Smug, dost not thou remember the tree thou fellest out of last night?
Smug. Tush, and't had been as high as an abbey, I should ne'er have hurt myself; I have fallen into the river coming home from Waltham, and 'scaped drowning.
Sir John. Come, sever, fear no spirits, we'll have a buck presently; we have watched later than this for a doe, mine host.
Host. Thou speakest as true as velvet.
Sir John. Why then come, grass and hay! &c.[301] [Exeunt.
Enter Young Clare, Jerningham, and Millicent.
Y. Clare. Frank Jerningham!
Jer. Speak softly; rogue, how now?
Y. Clare. 'Sfoot, we shall lose our way, it's so dark: whereabouts are we?