116691For there his
smell with others being mingled,
692The hot
sent-
snu
ffing hounds are driuen to doubt,
693Cea
sing their clamorous cry, till they haue
singled
694With much ado the cold fault cleanly out,
695 Then do they
spend their mouth's, eccho replies,
696 As if an other cha
se were in the skies.
117697By this poore wat farre o
ff vpon a hill,
698Stands on his hinder-legs with li
stning eare,
699To hearken if his foes pur
sue him
still,
700Anon their loud alarums he doth heare,
701 And now his griefe may be compared well,
702 To one
sore
sicke, that heares the pa
ssing bell.
118703Then
shalt thou
see the deaw-bedabbled wretch,
704Turne, and returne, indenting with the way,
705Ech enuious brier, his wearie legs do
scratch,
706Ech
shadow makes him
stop, ech murmour
stay,
707 For mi
serie is troden on by manie,
708 And being low, neuer releeu'd by anie.
119709Lye quietly, and heare a litle more,
710Nay do not
struggle, for thou
shalt not ri
se,
711To make thee hate the hunting of the bore,
712Vnlike my
selfe thou hear'
st me moralize,
713 Applying this to that, and
so to
so,
714 For loue can comment vpon euerie wo.
120715Where did I leaue? no matter where (quoth he)
716Leaue me, and then the
storie aptly ends,
717The night is
spent; why what of that (quoth
she?)
718I am (quoth he) expe
cted of my friends,
719 And now tis darke, and going I
shall fall.
720 In night (quoth
she) de
sire
sees be
st of all.