Scene IV A Field Near Old Ford
Holloaing within. Enter Master Warner and Master Hammon, attired as Hunters.
Ham. Cousin, beat every brake, the game’s not far,
This way with wingèd feet he fled from death,
Whilst the pursuing hounds, scenting his steps,
Find out his highway to destruction.
Besides, the miller’s boy told me even now,
He saw him take soil,41 and he holloaed him,
Affirming him to have been so embost42
That long he could not hold.
Warn. If it be so,
’Tis best we trace these meadows by Old Ford.
A noise of Hunters within. Enter a Boy.
Ham. How now, boy? Where’s the deer? speak, saw’st thou him?
Boy. O yea; I saw him leap through a hedge, and then over a ditch, then at my lord mayor’s pale, over he skipped me, and in he went me, and “holla” the hunters cried, and “there, boy; there, boy!” But there he is, ’a mine honesty.
Ham. Boy, God amercy. Cousin, let’s away;
I hope we shall find better sport to-day. [Exeunt.