LADY. I must not say so, sir.
SIR RALPH. Although thou art!
WILL. And can you blame her, to be forth so long,
And see no better sport?
SIR RALPH. Good faith, 'twas very hard.
LADY. No, 'twas not ill,
Because, you know, it is not good to kill.
SIR RALPH. Yes, venison, lady.
LADY. No, indeed, nor them;
Life is as dear in deer as 'tis in men.
SIR RALPH. But they are kill'd for sport.
LADY. But that's bad play,
When they are made to sport their lives away.
SIR RALPH. 'Tis fine to see them run.