WIL. Hey, ho, the glider!
PER. Therewith my soul was sharply gryde,
WIL. Such wounds soon waxen wider.
PER. Hasting to wrench the arrow out,
WIL. Hey, ho, Perigot!
PER. I left the head in my heart-root,
WIL. It was a desperate shot.
PER. There it rankleth aye more and more,
WIL. Hey, ho, the arrow!
PER. Ne can I find salve for my sore,