Mil. Brother and friend, alas! what shall we do?
Y. Clare. Sister, speak softly, or we are descried,
They are hard upon us, whatsoe'er they be;
Shadow yourself behind this brake of fern,
We'll get into the wood, and let them pass.
Enter Sir John, Blague, Smug, and Banks; one after another.
Sir John. Grass and hay! we are all mortal: the keeper's abroad, and there's an end.
Banks. Sir John!
Sir John. Neighbour Banks, what news?
Banks. Zounds, Sir John, the keepers are abroad; I was hard by 'em.
Sir John. Grass and hay! where's mine host Blague?
Blague. Here, metropolitan; the Philistines are upon us, be silent: let us serve the good Duke of Norfolk. But where is Smug?
Smug. Here: a pox on you all, dogs; I have killed the greatest buck in Brian's walk: shift for yourselves, all the keepers are up; let's meet in Enfield church-porch. Away, we are all taken else. [Exeunt.