Rebeck her not; rather stand still and check her.

So: seize her gets, her jesses, and her bells;

Away.

Sir Francis. My hawk kill'd too!

Sir Charles. Aye, but 'twas at the querre,

Not at the mount, like mine.

Sir Fran. Judgment, my masters.

Cranwell. Your's miss'd her at the ferre.[269:A]

Wendoll. Aye, but our Merlin first had plumed the fowl,

And twice renew'd her from the river too;