_Dick._ To be forc'd to fly from my Friends and Country, for a Crime that I was innocent of, is an Injury that I cannot easily forgive to be sure: But if you are less guilty of it than I thought, I shall be very glad; and if your Design be really as you say, to clear me, and to expose the Baseness of him that betray'd and ruin'd you, I will join with you with all my Heart. But how do you propose to do this? _Peg._ The King is now in this Forest a hunting, and our young Lord is every Day with him: Now, I think, if we could take some Opportunity of throwing ourselves at his Majesty's Feet, and complaining of the Injustice of one of his Courtiers, it might, perhaps, have some Effect upon him. _Dick._ If we were suffer'd to make him sensible of it, perhaps it might; but the Complaints of such little Folks as we seldom reach the Ears of Majesty. _Peg._ We can but try. _Dick._ Well, If you will go with me to my Father's, and stay there till such an Opportunity happens, I shall believe you in earnest, and will join with you in your Design. _Peg._ I will do any thing to convince you of my Sincerity, and to make Satisfaction for the Injuries which have been done you. _Dick._ Will you go now? _Peg._ I will be with you in less than an Hour. [_Exeunt._ _Scene changes to the Mill._ MARGERY _and_ KATE _Knitting_. _Kate._ O dear, I would not see a Spirit for all the World; but I love dearly to hear Stories of them. Well, and what then? _Mar._ And so, at last, in a dismal, hollow Tone it cry'd---- [_A Knocking at the Door frights them both; they scream out, and throw down their Knitting._ _Mar._ and } Lord bless us! What's that? _Kate._ } _Kate._ O dear, Mother, it's some Judgment upon us I'm afraid. They say, talk of the Devil and he'll appear. _Mar._ _Kate_, go and see who's at the Door. _Kate._ I durst not go, Mother; do you go. _Mar._ Come, let's both go. _Kate._ Now don't speak as if you was afraid. _Mar._ No, I won't, if I can help it. Who's there? _Dick without._ What, won't you let me in? _Kate._ O Gemini! it's like our _Dick_, I think: He's certainly dead, and it's his Spirit. _Mar._ Heaven forbid! I think in my Heart it's he himself. Open the Door, _Kate_. _Kate._ Nay, do you. _Mar._ Come, we'll both open it. [_They open the Door._ _Enter_ DICK. _Dick._ Dear Mother, how do ye do? I thought you would not have let me in. _Mar._ Dear Child, I'm over-joy'd to see thee; but I was so frighted, I did not know what to do. _Kate._ Dear Brother, I am glad to see you; how have you done this long while? _Dick._ Very well, _Kate_. But where's my Father? _Mar._ He heard a Gun go off just now, and he's gone to see who 'tis. _Dick._ What, they love Venison at _Mansfield_ as well as ever, I suppose? _Kate._ Ay, and they will have it too. _Miller without._ Hoa! _Madge! Kate!_ bring a Light here. _Mar._ Yonder he is.