Then will the keepers daughter frolicke there,
And over-shine the troupe of all the maids
That come to see and to be seene that day.
Haunt thee disguisd among the countrie-swaines,
Feign thart a farmers sonne, not far from thence, 140
Espie her loves, and who she liketh best:
Coat[1289] him, and court her, to controll the clowne;
Say that the courtier tyred all in greene,
That helpt her handsomly to run her cheese,
And fild her fathers lodge with venison, 145