Yes, many catch them, and put them in a cage.
I, but how catch them? marry, in your hand 90
Carrie me foorth a burning fire brand,
For with his sparkling shine, olde rumor saies,
A fire brand the swiftest runner fraies:
This I may doe; but, if it proove not so,
Then man goes out to seeke his adjunct woe. 95
Phillip, away! and, father, now adew!
In quest of sorrow I am sent by you
M. Gou. Returne the messenger of joy, my sonne.