_King._ I have the Honour to belong to the King as well as you, and, perhaps, should be as unwilling to see any Wrong done him. I came down with him to hunt in this Forest, and the Chace leading us to Day a great Way from Home, I am benighted in this Wood, and have lost my Way. _Mil._ This does not sound well; if you have been a hunting, pray where is your Horse? _King._ I have tired my Horse so that he lay down under me, and I was oblig'd to leave him. _Mil._ If I thought I might believe this now. _King._ I am not used to lie, honest Man. _Mil._ What! do you live at Court, and not lie! that's a likely Story indeed. _King._ Be that as it will. I speak Truth now I assure you; and, to convince you of it, if you will attend me to _Nottingham_, if I am near it; or give me a Night's Lodging in your own House, here is something to pay you for your Trouble, and if that is not sufficient, I will satisfy you in the Morning to your utmost Desire. _Mil._ Ay, now I am convinc'd you are a Courtier; here is a little Bribe for to Day, and a large Promise for To-morrow, both in a Breath: Here, take it again, and take this along with it----_John Cockle_ is no Courtier, he can do what he ought----without a Bribe. _King._ Thou art a very extraordinary Man I must own; and I should be glad, methinks, to be further acquainted with thee. _Mil._ Thee! and Thou! Prythee don't thee and thou me; I believe I am as good a Man as yourself at least. _King._ Sir, I beg your Pardon. _Mil._ Nay, I am not angry, Friend, only I don't love to be too familiar with any-body, before I know whether they deserve it or not. _King._ You are in the Right. But what am I to do? _Mil._ You may do what you please. You are twelve Miles from _Nottingham_, and all the Way through this thick Wood; but if you are resolv'd upon going thither to Night, I will put you in the Road, and direct you the best I can; or if you will accept of such poor Entertainment as a Miller can give, you shall be welcome to stay all Night, and in the Morning I will go with you myself. _King._ And cannot you go with me to Night? _Mil._ I would not go with you to Night if you was the King. _King._ Then I must go with you, I think. [_Exeunt._ _Scene changes to the Town of_ Mansfield. DICK _alone_. Well, dear _Mansfield_, I am glad to see thy Face again. But my Heart aches, methinks, for fear this should be only a Trick of theirs to get me into their Power. Yet the Letter seems to be wrote with an Air of Sincerity, I confess; and the Girl was never us'd to lie till she kept a Lord Company. Let me see, I'll read it once more. _Dear_ Richard,