8 The Chase 



And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, 

 E'er since pursue me. 



Twelfth Night, I. I, 1 6. 



Here wast thou bay'd, brave hart ; 



Here did'st thou fall ; and here thy hunters stand 



Sign'd in thy spoil and crimson'd in thy lethe. 



yulius C^sar. 



... to sigh, as 'twere 

 The mort o' the deer. 



The Winters Tale, I. 2, 117. 



Go, one of you, find out the forester ; 

 For now our observation is perform'd ; 

 And since we have the vaward of the day, 

 My love shall hear the music of my hounds. 

 Uncouple in the western valley : let them go ; 

 Despatch, I say, and find the forester. 



Midsummer Nighfs Dream. 



Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt 

 With modest warrant. 



Coriolanus, III. I, 274. 



. . . the poor frighted deer, that stands at gaze. 

 Wildly determining which way to fly. 



Lucrece, 1 149. 



. . . but match'd in mouth like bells, 

 Each under each. A cry more tuneable 

 Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn. 



Midsummer Night's Dream. 



. . . we may outrun. 

 By violent swiftness, that which we run at, 

 And lose by over-running. 



Henry Fill, I. I, 139. 



