y,
Cantharides can stir her, her face looks like a Warrant,
willing and commanding all Tongues, as they will answer it,
to be tied up and bolted when this Lady means to let her
self loose. As I live she has got her a goodly protection,
and a gracious; and may use her body discreetly, for her
healths sake, once a week, excepting Lent and Dog-days:
Oh if they were to be got for mony, what a great sum would
come out of the City for these Licences?

_King_. To horse, to horse, we lose the morning, Gentlemen.

[_Exeunt_.

_Enter two_ Woodmen.

_1 Wood_.What, have you lodged the Deer?

_2 Wood_. Yes, they are ready for the Bow.

_1 Wood_. Who shoots?

_2 Wood_. The Princess.

_1 Wood_. No she'l Hunt.

_2 Wood_. She'l take a Stand I say.

_1 Wood_. Who else?

_2 Wood_. Why the young stranger Prince.

_1 Wood_. He shall Shoot in a Stone-bow for me. I never
lov'd his beyond-sea-ship, since he forsook the Say,
for paying Ten shillings: he was there at the fall of a
Deer, and would needs (out of his mightiness) give Ten
groats for the Dowcers; marry the Steward would have
had the Velvet-head into the bargain, to Turf his Hat
withal: I think he should love Venery, he is an old Sir
_Tristram_; for if you be remembred, he forsook the
Stagg once, to strike a Rascal Milking in a Medow, and
her he kill'd in the eye. Who shoots else?

_2 Wood_. The Lady _Galatea_.

_1 Wood_. That's a good wench, and she would not chide us
for tumbling of her women in the Brakes. She's liberal,
and by my Bow they say she's honest, and whether that
be a fault, I have nothing to do. There's all?

_2 Wood_. No, one more, _Megra_.

_1 Wood_. That's a firker I'faith boy; there's a wench will
Ride her Haunces as hard after a Kennel of Hounds, as a
Hunting-saddle; and when she comes home, get 'em clapt,
and all is well again. I have known her lose her self
three times in one Afternoon (if the Woods had been
answerable) and it has been work enough for one man
to find