BRIAN. But where be they? MIL. They be not far off--here about the grove. _Enter_ YOUNG CLARE _and_ JERNINGHAM. Y. CLARE. Be not afraid, man; I hear Brian's tongue, that's certain. JER. Call softly for your sister. Y. CLARE. Millicent! MIL. Ay, brother, here. BRIAN. Master Clare! Y. CLARE. I told you it was Brian. BRIAN. Who is that, Master Jerningham? You are a couple of hot-shots: does a man commit his wench to you, to put her to grass at this time of night? JER. We heard a noise about us in the Chase, And fearing that our fathers had pursu'd us, Severed ourselves. Y. CLARE. Brian, how happedst thou on her? BRIAN. Seeking for stealers that are abroad tonight, My hound stay'd on her, and so found her out. Y. CLARE They were these stealers that affrighted us; I was hard upon them when they hors'd their deer, And I perceive they took me for a keeper. BRIAN. Which way took they? JER. Towards Enfield. BRIAN. A plague upon't, that's the damned priest and Blague of the George--he that serves the good Duke of Norfolk. [_A noise within._] Follow, follow, follow! Y. CLARE. Peace; that's my father's voice. BRIAN. Nouns! you suspected them, and now they are here indeed. MIL. Alas! what shall we do? BRIAN. If you go to the lodge, you are surely taken: Strike down the wood to Enfield presently, And if Mounchensey come, I'll send him to you. Let me alone to bustle with your fathers; I warrant you that I will keep them play Till you have quit the Chase; away, away. [_Exeunt._ Who's there? _Enter the Knights._ SIR RALPH. In the king's name, pursue the ravisher. BRIAN. Stand, or I'll shoot. SIR ARTH. Who's there? BRIAN. I am the keeper, that do charge you stand; You have stolen my deer. SIR ARTH. We stolen thy deer? we do pursue a thief. BRIAN. You are arrant thieves, and ye have stolen my deer. SIR ARTH. We are knights; Sir Arthur Clare and Sir Ralph Jerningham. BRIAN. The more your shame, that knights should bo such thieves. SIR ARTH. Who or what art thou? BRIAN. My name is Brian, keeper of this walk. SIR ARTH. O Brian, a villain! Thou hast receiv'd my daughter to thy lodge. BRIAN. You have stolen the best deer in my walk to-night: my deer-- SIR ARTH. My daughter--Stop not my way. BRIAN. What make you in my walk? you have stolen the best buck in my walk to-night. SIR ARTH. My daughter-- BRIAN. My deer-- SIR RALPH. Where is Mounchensey? BRIAN. Where is my buck? SIR ARTH. I will complain me of thee to the king.