MOUSE. Clubs, prongs, pitchforks, bills! O help!
A bear, a bear, a bear!
SEGASTO. Still bears, and nothing else but bears?
Tell me, sirrah, where she is.
CLOWN. O sir, she is run down the woods:
I see her white head and her white belly.
SEGASTO. Thou talkest of wonders, to tell me of white bears;
But, sirrah, didst thou ever see any such?
CLOWN. No, faith, I never saw any such;
But I remember my father's words,
He bad me take heed I was not caught with a white bear.
SEGASTO. A lamentable tale, no doubt.
CLOWN. I tell you what, sir; as I was going afield to serve my father's great horse, and carried a bottle of hay upon my head—now, do you see, sir?—I, fast hoodwinked, that I could see nothing, perceiving the bear coming, I threw my hay into the hedge and ran away.
SEGASTO. What, from nothing?
CLOWN. I warrant you, yes; I saw something; for there was two load of thorns besides my bottle of hay, and that made three.
SEGASTO. But tell me, sirrah; the bear that thou didst see,
Did she not bear a bucket on her arm?