i 4 6 NATURAL HISTORY OF SHAKESPEARE . 
Aufidius. If I fly, Marcius, 
Halloo me like a hare. 
Coriolanus, Act i. Scene 8. 
Soldier. . . . the hare, the lion. 
Macbeth, Act i. Scene 2. 
But if thou needs will hunt, be ruled by me; 
Uncouple at the timorous flying hare, 
“ And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare, 
Mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles, 
How he outruns the wind, and with what care 
He cranks and crosses, with a thousand doubles : 
The many musits through the which he goes 
Are like a labyrinth to amaze his foes. 
“ Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep, 
To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell, 
And sometime where earth-delving conies keep, 
To stop the loud pursuers in their yell; 
And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer : 
Danger deviseth shifts; wit waits on fear : 
“ For there his smell with others being mingled, 
The hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt, 
Ceasing their clamorous cry till they have singled 
With much ado the cold fault cleanly out; 
Then do they spend their mouths : Echo replies, 
As if another dhase were in the skies. 
“ By this, poor Wat* far off upon a hill, 
Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear, 
