Enter two Woodmen.                                               [4.2]       1 Wood. What, have you lodged the Deer? [end column one, page 32 (misnumbered 34)]     2 Wood. Yes, they are ready for the Bow. 1580     1 Wood. Who shoots?     2 Wood. The Princess.     1 Wood. No she'l Hunt.     2 Wood. She'l take a Stand I say.     1 Wood. Who else?     2 Wood. Why the young stranger Prince.     1 Wood. He shall Shoot in a Stone-bow for me. I never lov'd his beyond sea-ship, since he forsook the Say, for pay ing Ten shillings: he was there at the fall of a Deer, and would needs (out of his mightiness) give Ten groats for the 1590 Dowcers; marry the Steward would have had the Velvet head into the bargain, to Turf his Hat withal: I think he should love Venery, he is an old Sir Tristram; for if you be remembred, he forsook the Stagg once, to strike a Rascal Milking in a Medow, and her he kill'd in the eye. Who shoots else?     2 Wood. The Lady Galatea.     1 Wood. That's a good wench, and she would not chide us for tumbling of her women in the Brakes. She's liberal, and by my Bow they say she's honest, and whether that be a fault, I have nothing to do. There's all? 1600     2 Wood. No, one more, Megra.     1 Wood. That's a firker I'faith boy; there's a wench will Ride her Haunces as hard after a Kennel of Hounds, as a Hunting-faddle; and when she comes home, get 'em clapt, and all is well again. I have known her lose her self three times in one Afternoon (if the Woods had been answerable) and it has been work enough for one man to find her, and he has sweat for it. She Rides well, and she payes well. Hark, let's go.                             [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.