Part 12 (1/2)

MILLISCENT.

They be not far off, here about the grove.

[Enter Clare and Jerningham.]

CLARE.

Be not afraid, man, I heard Brian's tongue, That's certain.

JERNINGHAM.

Call softly for your sister.

CLARE.

Milliscent!

MILLISCENT.

Aye, brother, here.

BRIAN.

Maister Clare!

CLARE.

I told you it was Brian.

BRIAN.

Who's that? Maister Jerningham: you are a couple of hot-shots; does a man commit his wench to you, to put her to gra.s.s at this time of night

JERNINGHAM.

We heard a noise about her in the chase, And fearing that our fathers had pursued us, Severd our selves.

CLARE.

Brian, how hapd'st thou on her?

BRIAN.

Seeking for stealers are abroad to night, My hound stayed on her, and so found her out.

CLARE.

They were these stealers that affrighted us; I was hard upon them, when they horst their Deer, And I perceive they took me for a keeper.

BRIAN.

Which way took they?

JERNINGHAM.

Towards Enfield.

BRIAN.

A plague upon 't, that's that d.a.m.ned Priest, and Blague of the George, he that serves the good Duke of Norfolk.

[A noise within: Follow, follow, follow.]

CLARE.