Leuc.A little fawn.
Gal.It does not move!
Leuc. No, for I wounded her.
Gal.Oh, horrible!
Leuc. Poor little thing! ’Twas almost accident;
I lay upon my back beneath a tree,
Whistling the lazy hours away—when lo!
I saw her bounding through a distant glade;
My bow was handy; in sheer wantonness
I aimed an arrow at her, and let fly,