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OF all delights that earth doth yield, Give me 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 led us all a smoaking round: O're Hedge and Ditch away she goes, Admiring her approaching foes. But when she found her strength to waste She parly'd with the Hounds at last; Kind Hounds (quoth she) forbear to kill, A harmless Hare that ne'r thought ill And if your Master sport do crave, I'le lead a Scent as he would have. Huntsman. Away, away, thou art alone, Make haste, I say, and get thee gone; We'l give the Law for half a Mile, To see if thou canst us beguile: But then expect a thundring cry, Made by us and our Harmony. Hare. Now since you set my life so slight, I'le make black-sloven turn to white, And York-shire-Gray that runs at all, I'le make him wish he were in stall: And Sorrel, he that seems to flye, Ile make him supple e're he dye: [And Barnard-Bay, do what he can, Or Barons-Bay, that now and than Did interrupt me in the way,]
I'le make him nei[ther jet nor play,] Or constant R[obin, though he lye] At his advant[age, what care I.] Will Hatton he ha[th done me wrong,] He struck me as [I ran along;] And with one pa[t made me so sore,] That I ran reeli[ng too and fro:] But if he dye, [his Master tell,] That fool shal[l ring my Passing-Bell.] Ho[unds.] Alas, poor Hare, [it is our Nature,] To kill thee and [no other Creature;] For our Master [wants a bit,] And thou wilt w[ell become the Spit,] He'l eat thy F[lesh, we'll pick thy bone,] This is thy [doom, so get thee gone.] [Hare.] Your Master ma[y have better Chear,] For I am dry, a[nd Butter's dear;] But if he please [to make a Friend,] He'd better give [a Puddings-end,] For I being [kill'd, he sport will lack,] and I must han[g on th' Huntsmans back,] H[ounds.] Alas poor Hare, w[e pitty thee,] If with our natur[e 'twould agree,] But all thy Doub[ling shift, I fear,] Will not prevai[l, thy Death's so near;] Then [make thy Will; it may be that] M[ay save thee, or I know not what.] [Hare.] T[hen I bequeath my Body free,] U[nto your Masters Courtesie; And if he please my Life to grant, I'll be his Game, when sport is scant; But if I dye, each greedy Hound Divides my Intrails on the ground.]