[_Enter POACHERS, L.U.E._]

_3rd Poach._ 'Tis like it was the tooth of a dog-bramble.

_2nd Poach._ Well, well; it is the nature of man
to hunt forbidden deer.

_Arth._ [Aside] And to carve his name on benches.

_2nd Poach._ And while game be preserved, there
will be the likes of we.

_3rd Poach._ Right too. But it is a mortal sin to
make us men into dog's-meat, and to hunt us with
foreign bloodhound varmint. Hast heard, friend
Gregory, who stole my apples?

_4th Poach._ Not I!

_3rd Poach._ Would I could catch the thieving
rascals! Look ye, the tree is mine, and it does but hang
over the road a scantling; and, as sure as nights are
dark, comes me some ragged pilferers, that have not to
pay an honest drunkenness, and basely steal my apples.

_Arth._ [Aside] Oh, most benighted conscience of
the villains!

_4th Poach._ Shall I lend thee my bull-bitch to watch