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Out. A stranger! Who art thou, who art thus bold, To hail us here unbidden?

Theo. That thou shalt shortly know. Thou art, I guess, One of the Outlaws, who this forest haunt.

Out. Be thy conjecture right or wrong, no more Shalt thou return to tell where thou hast found us. Now for thy life! (drawing his sword.)

Theo.Hear me, I do entreat thee.

Out. Nay, nay! no foolish pleadings; for thy life Is forfeit now; have at thee!

Frank. Desist, I charge you! Fighting with a stranger, Two swords to one—a solitary stranger!

1st Out. We are discover'd: had he master'd me, He had return'd to tell his mates above