SCENE IV.

Jaq. Are they all set? 1 Out-l. All, and each quarter quiet. Jaq. Is the old man asleep? 1 Out-l. An hour agoe Sir. Jaq. We must be very carefull in his absence, And very watchfull. 1 Out-l. It concerns us nearly, He will not be long from us. Jaq. No, he cannot. 1 Out-l. A little heat of love, which he must wander out.

And then again: hark. Ja[q]. What? 1 Out-l. 'Tis not the wind sure: That's still and calm, no noise, nor flux of waters. Jaq. I hear a Drum, I think. 1 Out-l. That, that; It beats again now. Jaq. Now it comes nearer: sure we are surprized, Sir; Some from the Kings command: we are lost, we are dead all. 1 Out-l. Hark, hark, a charge now: my Captain has betray'd us, And left us to this ruine, run away from us.

Lop. Another beats o' that side. 2 Out-l. Fly, flie, Jaques, We are taken in a toyle: snapt in a pitfal; Methinks I feel a Sword already shave me. 3 Out-l. A thousand horse and foot, a thousand pioneers, If we get under-ground, to fetch us out again; And every one an Axe to cut the woods down. Lop. This is the dismalst night— [Exit.

Alp. Where's my Nag now? And what make I here to be hang'd? What Devil Brought me into this danger? Is there ne'er a hole, That I may creep in deep enough, and die quickly? Ne'r an old ditch to choke in? I shall be taken For their Commander now, their General, And have a commanding Gallows set up for me As high as a May-pole; and nasty Songs made on me, Be printed with a Pint-pot and a Dagger. They are all kill'd by this time: Can I pray? Let me see that first: I have too much fear to be faithful. Where's all my State now? I must go hunt for Daughters; Daughters, and Damsels of the Lake, damned Daughters. A hundred Crowns for a good tod of Hay, Or a fine hollow Tree, that would contain me; I hear 'em coming: I feel the nooze about me.

Seb. Why do you fear, and fly? here are no Souldiers; None from the King to vex ye. 1 Out-l. The Drum, the Drum, Sir. Cur. I never saw such Pigeon-hearted people: What Drum? what danger? who's that that shakes behind there? Mercy upon me, Sir, why are ye fear'd thus? Alp. Are we all kill'd, no mercy to be hoped for? Am I not shot do you think? Seb. You are strangely frighted, Shot with a fiddle-stick: who's here to shoot ye? A drum we saw indeed, a boy was beating it, And hunting Squirrels by Moon-light. Lop. Nothing else, Sir? Cur. Not any thing: no other person stirring. Alp. O that I had that boy: this is that Devil, That fairy Rogue, that haunted me last night; H'as sleeves like Dragons wings. Seb. A little Foot-boy. Alp. Come, let's go in, and let me get my cloaths on; If ere I stay here more to be thus martyr'd— Did ye not meet the wench? Seb. No sure, we met her not. Alp. She has been here in Boys apparel, Gentlemen, A gallant thing, and famous for a Gentlewoman. And all her face patcht over for discovery: A Pilgrim too, and thereby hangs a circumstance, That she hath plaid her master-prize, a rare one. I came too short. Cur. Such a young Boy we met, Sir. Alp. In a gray Hat. Cur. The same: his face all patcht too. Alp. 'Twas she, a rot run with her; she, that rank she; Walk in, I'le tell ye all, and then we'll part again, But get some store of Wine: this fright sits here yet. [Ex.

Jul. What a fright I have put 'em in; what a brave hurry. If this do bolt him, I'le be with him again With a new part, was never play'd; I'le ferk him. As he hunts her, so I'le hunt him: I'le claw him. Now will I see if I can cross her footing: Yet still I'le watch his water, he shall pay for't; And when he thinks most malice, and means worse, I'le make him know the Mare's the better Horse. [Exit.