pi The booke of Hunting 



My Dodor brings his drugs, to counterpaife all quarrels. 

 In Kilderkins and Fyrkins full, in Bottles and in Barrels. 



And yet therein he brings, (I would you wift it well,) 

 No rotten drammes, but noble wine, which makes mens hearts to fwell. 



And downe he doth difmount, his things for to addrefle, 

 His flagons in the fountaine faire, are placed more and lefle. 



Or if fuch fountaines fayle, my Dodor hath the f kyll. 

 With fande and Campher for to coole, his potions at his will. 



That doone : he fpreades his cloth, vpon the graffye banke. 

 And fets to fliewe his deintie drinkes, to winne his Princes thanke. 



Then commes the captaine Cooke, with many a warlike wight. 

 Which armor bring and weapons both, with hunger for to fight. 



Yea fome alfo fet forth, vpon a manly mynde. 

 To make fome meanes, a quarrell with, my Do6tor for to fynde. 



For whiles colde loynes of Veale, colde Capon, Beefe and Goofe^ 

 With Pygeon pyes, and Mutton colde, are fet on hunger loofe. 



And make the forlorne hope, in doubt to fcape full hard. 

 Then come to giue a charge in flanke (elfe all the marte were marde,) 



Firft Neates tongs poudred well, anH Gambones of the Hogge, 

 Then Saulfages and fauery knackes, to fet mens myndes on gogge. 



And whiles they fkyrmifli thus, with fierce and furious fight, 

 .My Dodor clearkly turnes the Tappe, and goeth beyond them quite. 



For when they be fo trapt, enclojfed round about. 

 No boote preuayles, but drinke like men, for that muft helpe them out. 



Then King or comely Queene, then Lorde and Lady looke. 

 To fee which fide will beare the bell, the Butler or the Cooke. 



At laft the Cooke takes flight, but Butlers Hill abyde. 

 And found their Drummes and make retreate, with bottles by their fyde. 



Herewith to flint all flryfe, the huntfmen come in haft. 

 They lycence craue of King or Queene, to fee their battel plaft. 



Which graunted and obtaynde, they fet on fuch as lyue. 

 And fiercely fight, till both be forft, all armour vp to giue. 



And home they go difpoylde, like fimple fakelefle men. 

 No remedie but trudge apace, they haue no weapons then. 



The field thus fought and done, the huntfmen come agayne, 

 Of whome fome one vpon his knee, lliall tell the Prince full playne. 



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