The Measure.
[Break off,] break off! I feel the different pace 145
Of some chaste footing near about this ground.
Run to your [shrouds] within these brakes and trees;
Our number may affright. Some virgin sure
(For so I can distinguish by mine art)
Benighted in these woods! Now to my charms, 150
And to [my wily trains]: I shall ere long
Be well stocked with as fair a herd as grazed