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THE SAD SHEPHERD.
Her treading would not bend a blade of grass,
Or shake the downy blow-ball from his stalk!
But like the soft west wind she shot along,
And where she went, the flowers took thickest root,
As she had sow'd them with her odorous foot.
[Exit.

SCENE II.

Another Part of the Same.

Enter Marian, Friar Tuck, John, George-a-Green,
Much, Woodmen, &c.

Mar. Know you, or can you guess, my merry men,
What 'tis that keeps your master, Robin Hood,
So long, both from his Marian, and the wood?

Tuck. Forsooth, madam, he will be hereby noon,
Aud prays it of your bounty, as a boon,
That you by then have kill'd him venison some,
To feast his jolly friends, who hither come
In threaves to frolic with him, and make cheer:
Here's Little John hath harbour'd you a deer,
I see by his tackling.

John. And a hart of ten,[1]
I trow he be, madam, or blame your men:

  1. And a hart of ten,
    I trow he be———] "When a hart, says Manwood, is past his sixth year, he is generally to be called a hart of ten.
    Whal.

    He is not a hart at all till he has attained that age, as I learn from that treasury of field knowledge, The Gentleman's Recreation; but he is not necessarily even then a hart of ten: that proud distinction is taken from his "bearing."—"As, if he