1. Hunt. Is't possible that thou so long been an attendant upon my Lord Acteon, shoulds't be to learn the way to be in love.
Bump. I would it were not possible, on the condition thou wert hang'd and quartered.
1. Hunt. I thank you, Sir. But Bumpkin list to me; This day thou knows't the Maids and Young men meet to sport, and revel it about the May pole: Present thy self there, tell thy cause of grief, and I dare warrant thee a Sweet-heart presently.
Bump. If thou cans't do that, Ile marry her first and learn to love her afterwards.
1. Hunt. Hast hither, Bumpkin I'le go on before
(Exit)
Bump. And I will follow thee a dog trot. Is it not a pitty: that a man of Authority as I am, having been chief Dog-Keeper to my Lord Acteon this five years, being a man so comely of person, and having such a pure complexion, that all fair Ladies may be ashamed to look on me, and that I should be distressed for a Sweet-heart? Maypole I come.
And if the Wenches there encrease my pains
And scorn to love, i'le beat out all their brains.
(Exit)
Enter Huntsmen with three Country Wenches.