146871And as
she runnes, the bu
shes in the way,
872Some catch her by the necke,
some ki
sse her face,
873Some twin'd about her thigh to make her
stay,
874She wildly breaketh from their
stri
ct imbrace,
875 Like a milch Doe, who
se
swelling dugs do ake,
876 Ha
sting to feed her fawne, hid in
some brake,
147877By this
she heares the hounds are at a bay,
878Whereat
she
starts like one that
spies an adder,
879Wreath'd vp in fatall folds iu
st in his way,
880The feare where of doth make him
shake, &
shudder,
881 Euen
so the timerous yelping of the hounds,
882 Appals her
sen
ses, and her
spirit confounds.
148883For now
she knowes it is no gentle cha
se,
884But the blunt boare, rough beare, or lyon proud,
885Becau
se the crie remaineth in one place,
886Where fearefully the dogs exclaime aloud,
887 Finding their enemie to be
so cur
st,
888 They all
straine curt'
sie who
shall cope him
fir
st.
149889This di
small crie rings
sadly in her eare,
890Through which it enters to
surpri
se her hart,
891Who ouercome by doubt, and bloodle
sse feare,
892With cold-pale weakene
sse, nums ech feeling part,
893 Like
soldiers when their captain once doth yeeld,
894 They ba
sely
flie, and dare not
stay the
field.
150895Thus
stands
she in a trembling exta
sie,
896Till cheering vp her
sen
ses all di
smayd,
897She tels them tis a cau
sle
sse fanta
sie,
898And childi
sh error that they are a
ffrayd,
899 Bids thē leaue quaking, bids them feare no more,
900 And with that word,
she
spide the hunted boare.