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seemed to conspire with them against its own 

 citizens, dispersing their noise through all its 

 quarters ; and even the nymph Echo left to bewail 

 the loss of Narcissus, and became a hunter. But 

 the stag was in the end so hotly pursued, that, 

 leaving his flight, he was driven to make courage of 

 despair ; and so turning his head, made the hounds, 

 with change of speech, to testify that he was at a 

 bay : as if from hot pursuit of their enemy, they 

 were suddenly come to a parley. 



Sir Phi lip Sidney. 



At Bay <^ si:> <:> s^> 



LIKE a wylde bull, that, being at a bay, 

 Is bayted of a mastifFe and a hound 

 And a curre-dog, that doe him sharp assay 

 On every side, and beat about him round ; 

 But most that curre, barking with bitter sownd. 

 And creeping still behinde, doth him incomber. 

 That in his chaufFe he digs the trampled ground. 

 And threats his horns, and bellowes like the thonder. 



Spenser. 



Shakespeare on Hunting <:> ^o 



THE hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey. 

 The fields are fragrant and the woods are green. 

 Tit. Andr., II. 2, I. 



Curio. Will you go hunt, my lord ? 



Duke. What, Curio ? 



Curio. The hart. 



Duke. Why so I do, the noblest that I have : 

 O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, 

 Methought she purged the air of pestilence ! 

 That instant was I turnM into a hart ; 



