Fairfield. When you are out breath
You will give over, and for better lucke,
I do beleeve the bird, for I can leave thee,
And not be in love with my owne torment.
Fa. I ha said, stay you and practise with the bird,
’Twas Philomel they say; and thou wert one,
I should new ravish thee.
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Mistress Bonavent. I heard it yesterday warble so prettily.
Lacy. They say ’tis luckie, when it is the first
Bird that salutes our eare.
Bo. Doe you believe it?
Tryer. I am of his minde, and love a happy Augury.
La. Observe the first note alwayes
Cuckoo!
Is this the Nightingale?
And then also there were refreshments to be taken at the Keeper’s Lodge (sometimes called Price’s Lodge, from Gervase Price, a keeper), as we read in Hide Parke.