Host. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the [thirdborough.]
Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him
by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy: let him come, and
kindly. [Falls asleep.]
[Horns winded.] Enter a Lord from hunting, with his train.
Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds:
[Brach] Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd;
And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach.
Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good