Enter Brian, with his man Ralph and his hound.
Brian. Ralph, hear'st thou any stirring?
Ralph. I heard one speak here hard by in the bottom. Peace, master, speak low; nouns! if I did not hear a bow go off and the buck bray, I never heard deer in my life.
Brian. When went your fellows into their walks?
Ralph. An hour ago.
Brian. Life! is there stealers abroad, and we cannot hear of them?
Where the devil are my men to-night?
Sirrah, go up and wind toward Buckley's lodge:
I'll cast about the bottom with my hound,
And I will meet thee under Cony-oak.
Ralph. I will, sir. [Exit.
Brian. How now! by the mass, my hound stays upon something; hark, hark, Bowman! hark, hark there!
Mil. Brother, Frank Jerningham, brother Clare!
Brian. Peace; that a woman's voice! Stand! who's there? Stand, or I'll shoot.