ra,
Dion, Cleremont, Thrasilin, _and Attendants_.

_K_. What, are the Hounds before, and all the woodmen?
Our horses ready, and our bows bent?

_Di_. All Sir.

_King_. Y'are cloudy Sir, come we have forgotten
Your venial trespass, let not that sit heavy
Upon your spirit; none dare utter it.

_Di_. He looks like an old surfeited Stallion after his leaping,
dull as a Dormouse: see how he sinks; the wench has shot
him between wind and water, and I hope sprung a leak.

_Thra_. He needs no teaching, he strikes sure enough; his
greatest fault is, he Hunts too much in the Purlues,
would he would leave off Poaching.

_Di_. And for his horn, has left it at the Lodge where he
lay late; Oh, he's a precious Lime-hound; turn him loose
upon the pursuit of a Lady, and if he lose her, hang him
up i'th' slip. When my Fox-bitch Beauty grows proud, I'le
borrow him.

_King_. Is your Boy turn'd away?

_Are_. You did command Sir, and I obey you.

_King_. 'Tis well done: Hark ye further.

_Cle_. Is't possible this fellow should repent? Me thinks that
were not noble in him: and yet he looks like a mortified
member, as if he had a sick mans Salve in's mouth. If
a worse man had done this fault now, some Physical
Justice or other, would presently (without the help of
an Almanack) have opened the obstructions of his
Liver, and let him bloud with a Dog-whip.

_Di_. See, see, how modestly your Lady looks, as if she came
from Churching with her Neighbour; why, what a Devil
can a man see in her face, but that she's honest?

_Pha_. Troth no great matter to speak of, a foolish twinkling
with the eye, that spoils her Coat; but he must be a
cunning Herald that finds it.

_Di_. See how they Muster one another! O there's a Rank
Regiment where the Devil carries the Colours, and his Dam
Drum major, now the world and the flesh come behind with
the Carriage.

_Cle_. Sure this Lady has a good turn done her against her
will: before she was common talk, now none dare sa