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^6 The hooke of Hunting 



Efore the Queen e, I come report to make 

 IThen hufht and peace, for noble TryHrams fake, 

 Irom out my home, my fewmets fyrft I drawe. 

 And them prefent, on leaues, by hunters lawe : 

 And thus I fay : my liege, behold and fee 

 An Hart of tenne, I hope he harbord bee. 

 For if you marke his fewmets euery poynt. 

 You ftiall them finde, long, round, and well annoynt, 

 Knottie and great, withouten prickes or cares. 

 The moyftneSe fhewes, what venyfone he beares. 



Then if my Prince, demaund what head he beare, 



I anfwere thus, with fober words and cheare : 



My liege I went, this morning on my queft. 



My hound did flicke, and feemde to vent fome beaft. 



I held him fliort, and drawing after him, 



I might behold, the Hart was feeding trym. 



His head was high, and large in each degree, 



Well palmed eke, and feemd full found to be. 



Of colour broune, he beareth eight and tenne. 



Of ilately heigth, and long he feemed then. 



His beame feemd great, in good proportion led. 

 Well burrde and round, well pearled, neare his head. 

 He feemed fayre, tweene blacke and berrie brounde 

 He feemes well fed, by all the fignes I found. 

 For when I had, well marked him with eye, 

 I ftept aiide, to watch where he would lye. 

 And when I fo had wayted full an houre, 

 That he might be, at layre and in his boure, 

 I caft about, to harbour him full fure. 

 My hound (by fent) did me thereof affure. 

 Entring the thicke, thefe fewmets did I spy. 

 Which I tooke vp, and layd my markes thereby. 

 In priuie pathes I walkt, and (creeping throw) 

 I found the Slot, of other Harts ynow. 



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