142 NA TURAL HIS TOR Y OF SHAKESPEARE. 
Rosse. Your castle is surprised; your wife, and 
babes, 
Savagely slaughter’d : to relate the manner, 
Were, on the quarry of these murder’d deer, 
To add the death of you. 
Macbeth, Act iv. Scene 3. 
BUCK. 
Pandarus. Love, love, nothing but love, still more ! 
For, oh, love’s bow 
Shoots buck and doe : 
The shaft confounds, 
Not that it wounds, 
But tickles still the sore. 
Troilus and Cressida, Act iii. Scene i. 
DOE. 
Demetrius. What, hast not thou full often struck 
a doe, 
And borne her cleanly by the keeper’s nose? 
Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor hound; 
But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground. 
Titus Andronicus, Act ii. Scenes I and 2. 
FAWN. 
Orlando. Then, but forbear your food a little while, 
Whiles, like a doe> I go to find my fawn, > 
And give it food. 
As You Like It, Act ii. Scene 7. 
