La. What, out of breath?
They runne but ille that runne themselves to death.
Ra. They might make, then, lesse hast, and keep their winde.
La. Why, then, they see the hounds brings death behinde. 21
Rap. Then, twere as good for them at first to stay,
As to run long, and run their lives away.
La. I, but the stoutest of you all thats here
Would run from death and nimbly scud for feare. 25
Now, by my troth, I pittie those poor elfes.[1756]
Ra. Well, they have made us but bad sport to day.