[Scene Tenth. Near the Keepers lodge in Fresingfield.]
Enter two gentlemen, Lambert and Serlsby[1457] with the Keeper.
Lambert. Come, frolicke keeper of our lieges game,
Whose table spred hath ever venison
And jacks[1458] of wines to welcome passengers,
Know I am in love with jolly Marg[a]ret,
That over-shines our damsels as the moone 5
Darkneth the brightest sparkles of the night.
In Laxfield[1459] heere my land and living lies:
Ile make thy daughter joynter[1460] of it all,