Ra. Content ye, ladie.—Will, go fetch my bow:
A berrie[1758] of faire roes I saw to day
Downe by the groves, and there Ile take my[1759] stand, 40
And shoote at one; God send a luckie hand!
La. Will ye not, then, sir Raph, go home with me?
Ra. No, but my men shall beare thee company.—
Sirs, man her home.—Will, bid the huntsmen couple,
And bid them well reward their hounds to night.— 45
Ladie, farewell.—Will, hast ye with the bow;
Ile stay for thee heere by the grove below.