_Duke_. How now my Lords, was't not a gallant course, Beleeve me sirs, I never saw a wretch, Make better shift to save her little life. The thickets full of buskes,[24] and scratching bryers, A mightie dewe,[25] a many deepe mouth'd hounds, Let loose in every place to crosse their course,-- And yet the Hare got cleanly from them all. I would not for a hundred pound in faith, But that she had escaped with her life; For we will winde a merry hunters home, And starte her once again tomorrow morne. _Turq_. In troth my Lord, the little flocked[26] hound, That had but three good legs to further him, Twas formost still, and surer of his sent, Then any one in all the crie besides. _Vesu_. But yet _Pendragon_ gave the Hare more turnes. _Alber_. That was because he was more polliticke, And eyed her closely in her coverts still: They all did well, and once more we will trie, The subtile creature with a greater crie. _Enter Allenso, booted_. _Duke_. But say, what well accomplished Gentleman Is that that comes into our company? _Vesu_. I know him well, it is _Fallerios_ sonne, _Pandynos_ brother (a kinde Gentleman) That dyed and left his little pretty sonne, Unto his brother's[27] good direction. _Duke_. Stand close awhile, and overheare his wordes; He seemes much over-gone with passion. _Allen_. Yee timorous thoughts that guide my giddy steps In unknowne pathes of dreadfull wildernesse, Why traitor-like do you conspire to holde My pained heart twixt feare and jealousie? My too much care hath brought me carelesly, Into this woody savadge labyrinth, And I can finde no way to issue out; Feare hath so dazeled all my better part, That reason hath forgot discreations art. But in good time, see where is company.-- Kinde Gentlemen, if you, unlike my selfe, Are not incumbred with the circling wayes Of this erronious winding wildernesse, I pray you to direct me foorth this wood And showe the pathe that leades to _Padua_. _Duke_. We all are _Paduans_, and we all intend To passe forthwith with speed to _Padua_. _Allen_. I will attend upon you presently. [_See the bodyes_. _Duke_. Come then away:--but, gentlemen beholde, A bloody sight, and murtherous spectacle! 2 _Mur_. Oh, God, forgive me all my wickednesse And take me to eternall happinesse! _Duke_. Harke one of them hath some small sparke of life, To kindle knowledge of their sad mishaps. _Allen_. Ah gratious Lord, I know this wretched child, And these two men that here lye murthered. _Vesu_. Do you, _Allenso_? _Allen_. I, my gracious Lord: It was _Pertillo_ my dead Unckles sonne. Now have my feares brought forth this fearefull childe Of endlesse care, and everlasting griefe! _Duke_. Lay hands upon _Allenso_, Gentlemen. Your presence doth confirme you had a share In the performance of this crueltie. _Allen_. I do confesse I have so great a share In this mishap, that I will give him thankes, That will let foorth my sorrow-wounded soule From out this goale of lamentation.