To this pastime Shakespeare has made frequent allusion.
In Love’s Labour’s Lost, the first scene of the fourth act is laid in a park, where the Princess asks,—
“Then, forester,[17] my friend, where is the bush
That we must stand and play the murtherer in?”
To which the forester replies,—
“Hereby, upon the edge of yonder coppice;
A ‘stand’ where you may make the fairest shoot.”
And in Henry VI. Part III. Act iii. Sc. 1,—
“Under this thick-grown brake we’ll shroud ourselves;
For through this laund anon the deer will come;