Shep. braines of nineteene, and two and twenty hunt this wea
Shep. which I feare the Wolfe will sooner finde then the Mai
Shep. ster; if any where I haue them, 'tis by the sea‑side, brou
Shep. boy, or a Childe I wonder? (A pretty one, a verie prettie
Shep.
one) sure some Scape; Though I am not bookish, yet I
Shep. then the poore Thing is heere. Ile take it vp for pity, yet
Shep. Ile tarry till my sonne come: he hallow’d but euen now.