1 Sher. Well, we’ll think of this; And so we take our leaves.

Gril. Nay, stay, my masters; For I’m a thinking now just whereabouts Grow the two tallest trees in Arden forest.

1 Sher. For what, pray, colonel, if we may be so bold?

Gril. Why, to hang you upon the highest branches.  ’Fore God, it will be so; and I shall laugh To see you dangling to and fro i’the air, With the honest crows pecking your traitors’ limbs.

All. Good colonel!

Gril. Good rats, my precious vermin. 
You moving dirt, you rank stark muck o’the world,
You oven-bats, you things so far from souls,
Like dogs, you’re out of Providence’s reach,
And only fit for hanging; but be gone,
And think of plunder.—­You right elder sheriff,
Who carved our Henry’s image on a table,
At your club-feast, and after stabbed it through,—­[11]

1 Sher. Mercy, good colonel.

Gril. Run with your nose to earth;
Run, blood-hound, run, and scent out royal murder.—­
You second rogue, but equal to the first,
Plunder, go hang,—­nay, take your tackling with you,
For these shall hold you fast,—­your slaves shall hang you. 
To the mid region in the sun: 
Plunder!  Begone, vipers, asps, and adders!
                                        [Exeunt Sheriffs and People.

  Enter MALICORN.

Ha! but here comes a fiend, that soars above;
A prince o’the air, that sets the mud a moving.

Mal. Colonel, a word.

Gril. I hold no speech with villains.

Mal. But, sir, it may concern your fame and safety.

Gril. No matter; I had rather die traduced, Than live by such a villain’s help as thine.

Mal. Hate then the traitor, but yet love the treason.

Gril. Why, are you not a villain?

Mal. ’Tis confessed.

Gril. Then, in the name of all thy brother-devils, What wouldst thou have with me?

Mal. I know you’re honest; Therefore it is my business to disturb you.

Gril. ’Fore God, I’ll beat thee, if thou urge me farther.

Mal. Why, though you should, yet, if you hear me after, The pleasure I shall take in your vexation, Will heal my bruises.

Gril. Wert thou definite rogue,
I’faith, I think, that I should give thee hearing;
But such a boundless villainy as thine
Admits no patience.

Mal. Your niece is come to court, And yields her honour to our Henry’s bed.

Gril. Thou liest, damned villain. [Strikes him.

Mal. So:  why this I looked for; But yet I swear by hell, and my revenge, ’Tis true, as you have wronged me.

Gril. Wronged thee, villain! 
And name revenge!  O wert thou Grillon’s match,
And worthy of my sword, I swear, by this
One had been past an oath; but thou’rt a worm,
And if I tread thee, darest not turn again.