Mil. O lord! hold your hands, I mean no harm, sir.
Brian. Speak, who are you?
Mil. I am a maid, sir. Who? Master Brian?
Brian. The very same: sure, I should know her voice? Mistress Millicent!
Mil. Ay, it is I, sir.
Brian. God for his passion! what make you here alone? I looked for you at my lodge an hour ago. What means your company to leave you thus? Who brought you hither?
Mil. My brother, sir, and Master Jerningham who, hearing folks about us in the Chase, feared it had been Sir Arthur my father, who had pursued us, and thus dispersed ourselves, till they were past us.
Brian. But where be they?
Mil. They be not far off—here about the grove.
Enter Young Clare and Jerningham.