Y. Clare. Be not afraid, man; I hear Brian's tongue, that's certain.
Jer. Call softly for your sister.
Y. Clare. Millicent!
Mil. Ay, brother, here.
Brian. Master Clare!
Y. Clare. I told you it was Brian.
Brian. Who is that, Master Jerningham? You are a couple of hot-shots: does a man commit his wench to you, to put her to grass at this time of night?
Jer. We heard a noise about us in the Chase,
And fearing that our fathers had pursu'd us,
Severed ourselves.
Y. Clare. Brian, how happedst thou on her?
Brian. Seeking for stealers that are abroad tonight,
My hound stay'd on her, and so found her out.