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SCENE VIII.
A Wood.Enter Fitz-Urse.
Fitz-Urse.
Here was our trysting-place; by that bald oak
Riven from the crown to root; they could not miss it.
So, you are come!
Enter Brito.
Brito.
What cheer?
Fitz-Urse.
Eh! you can see:
The place is white with bones left by wild hounds
And ravens; there 's no other cheer for us.
Brito.
Sorry enough. Know you aught of the others?
Fitz-Urse.
Tortoises! slow worms! laggards! But what needs
More than our two stout selves?
Brito.
Nay, the whole town
Is for him: we must have a dozen more.
If our friends come here and not find us, they
Will raise the shire with noise. De Traci chatters
More than a cage of monkeys: we must wait.
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Heard you no trampling? Why do they bring their horses
To litter here?
Brito.
Only a carrier: mark
How cautiously he skirts the wood about;
It is an ill-reputed place.
Enter De Morville and De Traci.
Fitz-Urse.
Sirs, we had turn'd
Almost to stocks and stones, with standing here
In watch for you.
De Traci.
Pardon! good son of Urse.
De Morville.
Is all agreed? are we to kill him straight?
Brito.
Ay, if he do not yield.
De Traci.
Descend, or fall!
De Morville.
He'll never yield; it is as vain as praying
This oak to bow, or be cut down.
Fitz-Urse.
Hark, gentlemen:
Debate it as ye will, I am resolved:
My king shall never say again before me,
‘Have I no friend will rid me of this pest?’
Brito.
Ay, while he raised his passionate hands, to hear
The Bishops' plaint.
De Traci.
And spake of ‘recreant knights!’
De Morville.
Who were sustained by him, without sustaining!
Fitz-Urse.
Stop ye, or go? Strike, or shill-shall-I?
All.
On!
[Exeunt.
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