He’d kill’d her as dead as a mawk.
But when that he went for to seize her,
And found it a skin stuff’d with hay,
He flung her down in a passion,
And cursed, and so went away.
Now I’d have you all take care for the future,
And mind very well what I say;
Before that you fire, see the hare run,
Lest it prove a hare skin stuff’d with hay.
But I think they were all finely tricked,