Ant. Cosmo had like beene kild; the Boare receiving[154]
A Speare full in the Flanke from Cosmo's hand,
Foaming with rage he ranne at him, unhorst him
And had, but that he fell behinde an Oake
Of admirable greatnesse, torne out his bowels;
His very Tuskes, striking into the tree,
Made the old Champion[155] shake.
[Enter Cosmo.
Dam. Where are the Dogges?
Cosmo. No matter for the Curres: I scapt well, but cannot finde the King.
Anton. When did you see him?
Cosmo. Not since the Boare tos'd up Both horse and rider.
Enter Epidophorus and all the Huntsmen in a hurry.
Epi. A Liter for the King; the King is hurt.
Ant. How?
Epi. No man knowes: some say stung by an Adder As from his horse he fell; some cry, by the Boare.