_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._ SCENE V.