5)2 The hooke 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 lefTe. 



Or if fuch fountaines fayle, my Doctor hath the fkyll. 

 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 iliewe 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 Dodor for to fynde. 



For whiles colde loynes of Vcale, colde Capon, Beefe and Goofe, 

 With Pygeon pycs, 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, and Gambones of the Hogge, 

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



And whiles they fkyrmilli thus, with fierce and furious fight. 

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



For when they be lb trapt, enclofed 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 ftill abyde. 

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



Herewith to fbint all ftryfe, the huntfmen come in haft. 

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



Which grauntcd and obtaynde, they ftt 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, Ihall tell the Prince lull playne. 



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