[002] Against the steep uprising of the hill?
[003] Boyet. I know not; but I think it was not he.
Prin. Whoe’er a’ was, a’ showed a mounting mind.
005 Well, lords, to-day we shall have our dispatch:
[006] On Saturday we will return to France.
Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush
That we must stand and play the murderer in?
[009] For. Hereby, upon the edge of yonder coppice;
010 A stand where you may make the fairest shoot.
[011] Prin. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot,