Actus Quartus.        Scena Prima.       Enter King, Pharamond, Arethusa, Galatea, Megra, Dion, Cleremont, Thrasilin, and Attendants.   K. W 1530 Hat, are the Hounds before, and all the woodmen? Our horses ready, and our bows bent?     Di. All Sir.     King. Y'are cloudy Sir, come we have forgotten Your venial trespass, let not that sit heavy Upon your spirit, none dare utter it.     Di. He looks like an old surfeited Stallion after his leap ing, dull as a Dormouse. see how he sinks; the wench has shot him between wind and water, and I hope sprung a leak.     Thra. He needs no teaching, he strikes sure enough, his 1540 greatest fault is, he Hunts too much in the Purlues, would he would leave off Poaching.     Di. And for his horn, has left it at the Lodge where he lay late, Oh, he's a precious Lime-hound; turn him loose upon the pursuit of a Lady, and if he lose her, hang him up i'th' slip. When my Fox-bitch Beauty grows proud, I'le borrow him.     King. Is your Boy turn'd away?     Are. You did command Sir, and I obey you.     King. 'Tis well done: Hark ye further.     Cle. Is't possible this fellow should repent? Me thinks 1550 that were not noble in him: and yet he looks like a mortifi- ed member, as if he had a sick mans Salve in's mouth. If a worse man had done this fault now, some Physical Justice or other, would presently (without the help of an Almanack) have opened the obstructions of his Liver, and let him bloud with a Dog whip.     Di. See, see, how modestly your Lady looks, as if she came from Churching with her Neighbour; why, what a Devil can a man see in her face, but that she's honest?     Pha. Troth no great matter to speak of, a foolish twink- 1560 ling with the eye, that spoils her Coat, but he must be a cunning Herald that finds it.     Di. See how they Muster one another! O there's a Rank Regiment where the Devil carries the Colours, and his Dam Drum major, now the world and the flesh come behind with the Carriage.     Cle. Sure this Lady has a good turn done her against her will. before she was common talk, now none dare say, Can- tharides can stir her, her face looks like a Warrant, willing and commanding all Tongues, as they will answer it, to be 1570 tied up and bolted when this Lady means to let her self loose. As I live she has got her a goodly protection, and a gracious; and may use her body discreetly, for her healths sake, once a week, excepting Lent and Dog-days: Oh if they were to be got for mony, what a great sum would come out of the City for these Licences?     King. To horse, to horse, we lose the morning, Gentlemen.                                   [Exeunt.   © Twilight Pictures, March 2001. This text is freely available for educational, non-profit uses only. Please report any errors or suggestions to Drew Whitehead.