have power to do it,
For I must perform a piece of justice. If your youth
Have any way offended Heaven, let prayers
Short and effectual reconcile you to it.

_Are_. I am prepared.

_Enter a_ Country-fellow.

_Coun_. I'le see the King if he be in the Forest, I have hunted
him these two hours; if I should come home and not
see him my Sisters would laugh at me; I can see nothing
but people better horst than my self, that outride
me; I can hear nothing but shouting. These Kings had
need of good brains, this whooping is able to put a mean
man out of his wits. There's a Courtier with his sword
drawn, by this hand upon a woman, I think.

_Phi_. Are you at peace?

_Are_. With Heavens and Earth.

_Phi_. May they divide thy soul and body?

_Coun_. Hold dastard, strike a Woman! th'art a craven I
warrant thee, thou wouldst be loth to play half a dozen
of venies at wasters with a good fellow for a broken head.

_Phi_. Leave us good friend.

_Are_. What ill bred man art thou, to intrude thy self
Upon our private sports, our recreations?

_Coun_. God 'uds, I understand you not, but I know the
Rogue has hurt you.

_Phi_. Pursue thy own affairs: it will be ill
To multiply bloud upon my head; which thou wilt
force me to.

_Coun_. I know not your Rhetorick, but I can lay it on
if you touch the woman.

[_They fight_.

_Phi_. Slave, take what thou deservest.

_Are_. Heavens guard my Lord.

_Coun_. Oh do you breath?

_Phi_. I hear the tread of people: I am hurt.
The gods take part against me, could this Boor
Have held me thus else? I must shift for life,
Though I do loath it. I would find a course,
To lose it, rather by my will than force.

[_Exit_ Phil.

_Coun_. I cannot follow the Rogue. I pray thee wench
come and kiss me now.

_Enter_ Phara. Dion, Cle. Thra. _and_ Woodmen.

_Pha_. What art thou?

_Coun_. Almost kil'd I am for a foolish woman; a knave
has hurt her.

_Pha_. The Pr