SCENE IV.

_Enter_ Jaques, _and 1 Out-Law_.

_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.

[_Drum a far off._

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.

_Enter two Out-Laws._

_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._

_Enter_ Alpho[n]so.

_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.

_Enter_ Seberto, Curio, _Out-laws, and_ Jaques.

_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._

_Enter_ Juletta.

_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._