Dig they will not, and beg they might in vain—
Had they not pride, and what can then remain? 260
Now was the game destroy’d, and not an hare
Escaped at least the danger of the snare;
Woods of their feather’d beauty were bereft,
The beauteous victims of the silent theft;
The well-known shops received a large supply,
That they who could not kill at least might buy.
James was enraged, enraged his lord, and both
Confirm’d their threatening with a vengeful oath;