%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Hunting of the Hare. / With her last Will and Testament, / As 'twas perform'd on Bamstead downs. / By Cony catchers and their hounds. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1624-1624 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/26/2011 30850

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R216143 2 a pleasant new Tune UNKNOWN A Pleasant New Tune the same Tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune OF all delights that Earth doth yield, / Give me a pack of hounds in field: Your master may have better chear, / For I am dry, and butter is dear, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 202 3: 203 The Hunting of the Hare. / With her last Will and Testament, / As 'twas perform'd on Bamstead downs. / By Cony catchers and their hounds. The Hunting of the Hare. With her last Will and Testament,As ‘twas perform’d on Bamstead downs, By Cony-catchers, and their hounds. The Hunting of the Hare. With her last Will and Testament, As ‘twas performed on Bamstead downs, By Cony-catchers, and their hounds. 1624-1624 Francis Grove

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OF all delights that Earth doth yeeld, Give mee a pack of hounds in field: Whose eccho shall throughout the sky Make Jove admire our harmony, and wish that he a mortal were to view the pastime we have here. I will tell you of a rare scent, Where many a gallant horse was spent On Bamstead Downs a Hare we found Which lead us all a smoaking round; ore hedge and ditch away she goes, admiring her approaching foes. but when she found her strength to wast She parleyed with the hounds at last: Kind hounds, quoth she forbear to kill A harmless Hare that neer thought ill, and if your Master sport do crave, Ile lead a scent as he would have, Away, away, thou art alone, Make haste, I say, and get thee gone, Weel give thee law for half a mile, To see if thou canst us beguile; but then expect a thundring cry, made by us and our harmony.
Now since you set my life so sleight, Il make black slowen turn to white: And Yorkshire Gray that runs at all, Ile make him wish he were in stall, or Sorrel he that seems to flye, I[]le make him supple ere he dye. Let Barnards Bay do what he can, Or Barrons Bay that now and than, Did interrupt mee on my way, Ile make him neither jet nor play, or constant Robin though he lye, at his advantage, what care I. Will Hatton he hath done mee wrong, He struck mee as I run along, And with one pat made mee so sore, That I ran reeling to and fro; but if I dye his Master tell, that fool shall ring my passing bell. Alas poor Hare it is our nature, To kill thee, and no other creature, For our Master wants a bit, And thou wilt well become the spit, hel eat thy flesh, wel pick thy bone, this is thy doom, so get thee gone.
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YOur Master may have better chear, For I am dry, and butter is dear, But if he please to make a friend, Hed better give a puddings end, for I being killd the sport hel lack, and I must hang on the Hunts-mans back Alas poor Hare we pity thee, If with our nature twould agree, But all thy doubling shifts I fear, Will not prevail, thy deaths so near, then make thy Will, it may be that, may save thee, or I know not what. Then I bequeathe my body free, Unto your Masters courtesie: And if he please my life to grant, Ile be his game when sport is scant: but if I dye each greedy Hound, divides my entrals on the ground. Imprimis, I bequeathe my head, To him that a fair foul doth wed: Who hath before her Maiden-head lost, I would not have the proverb crost, which I have heard mongst many quib-lets set the Hares head gainst the Goose-giblets Item, I do give and bequeathe, To men in debt (after my death)
My subtle scent, that so they may, Beware of such as would betray, them to a miserable fate by blood-hounds from the Compter-gate. Item, I to a turn-coat give (That he may more obscurely live) My swift and sudden doublings which, Will make him politick and rich, though at the last with many wounds I wish him killd by his own hounds. Item, I give into their hands, That purchase Dean & Chapters lands, My wretched jealousies and fears, Mixt with salt of Orphans tears, that long vexations may persever, to plague them and their heirs for e-ver. Before I dye (for breath is scant) I would supply mens proper want, And therefore I bequeath[e] unto, The Scrivener (give the Devil his due) that Forgeth, Swears, and then For-swears (to save his credit) both my Ears. I give to some Sequestred man, My skin to make a jacket on: And I bequeathe my feet to they, That shortly mean to run away,
when truth is Speaker, False-hoods dumb, Foxes must flye when Lions come. To Fidlers (for all Trades must live) To serve for strings, my guts I give: For Gamesters that do play at rut, And love the sport, I give my skut: but (last of all in this sad dump) to Tower-hill I bequeathe my Rump Was ever Hounds so basely crost? Our Masters calls us off so fast, That we the scent have almost lost, And they themselves must rule the rost, therefore kind Hare weel pardon you, thanks gentle Hounds, and so adue. And since your Master hath pardond me Ile lead you all to Banbury, Whereas John Turner hath a Room, To entertain all Guests that come, to laugh and quaff in Wine and Beer a full carouse to your Galleere.
FINIS. London, Printed for Francis G[r]ove on Snow hill.