And looke that none of you stand still.
Some do that thing, some do this,
All do something, none amis.
40 Hir Hu. I smell a man of middle earth.
Fal. God blesse me from that wealch Fairie.
Quic. Looke euery one about this round,
And if that any here be found,
For his presumption in this place,
45 Spare neither legge, arme, head, nor face.
Sir Hu. See I haue spied one by good luck,