_1st Poach._ The ring, thou wouldst say.

_2nd and 3rd Poach._ Come, confess now!

_Arth._ [_Aside_] This is black devilry. Alas! poor England!
How many private, sleeping villanies
Now wake to horrid life that else had slept,
But for the times' most bloody anarchy?

_2nd Poach._ They say this Cromwell is near these parts.

_4th Poach._ I heard another speak! [_Loud_] I never
saw the girl till she was brought in, I tell ye.

_2nd Poach._ I heard it too.

_1st Poach._ 'Twas a cricket, or some such fowl.

_3rd Poach._ There's some one near. Look sharp!

_4th Poach._ Let's beat about--
[_Loudly_] As for the girl, I saw her brought in. 'Twas
a piteous sight--A love business, mark ye! I did not
find her. [_They discover ARTHUR._]

_1st Poach._ Ha!

_4th Poach._ Silence him!