The Merry Wives of Windsor.
[141]. A Hunt's-up
was in old days the Tally-ho blared at daybreak to rouse the chase.
My houndes are bred of Southern kinde,
So flewed, so sanded they;
With crooked knees and dew-laps depe,
With eares the morning dew that sweepe
Slowly they chase their praye;
Their mouths, as tunable as belles
Each under each in concert swells.