SCENE IV.[2150

[_Halloaing within._] _Enter_ WARNER _and_ HAMMON, _like Hunters_.

_Ham._ Cousin, beat every brake, the game ’s not far, This way with winged feet he fled from death, Whilst the pursuing hounds, scenting his steps, Find out his highway to destruction. Besides, the miller’s boy told me even now, 5 He saw him take soil,[2151] and he halloaed him, Affirming him to have been so embost[2152] That long he could not hold.

_Warn._ If it be so, ’T is best we trace these meadows by Old Ford.

[_A noise of_ Hunters _within. Enter a_ Boy.]

_Ham._ How now, boy? Where’s the deer? speak, saw’st thou him? 11

_Boy._ O yea; I saw him leap through a hedge, and then over a ditch, then at my lord mayor’s pale, over he skipt me, and in he went me, and “holla” the hunters cried, and “there, (15) boy; there, boy!” But there he is, a’ mine honesty.

_Ham._ Boy. Godamercy. Cousin, let ’s away; I hope we shall find better sport to-day. 19 _Exeunt._