Enter Iolas
Iol. How now, my lord? What, walking o' th[e] tops
Of pyramids? Whispering yourself away
Like a denied lover? come, to horse, to horse!
And I will show you straight a sight shall please you,
More than kind looks from her you dote upon60
After a falling out.
Ari. Prithee, what is't?
Iol. I'll tell you as I go.[Exeunt
Scene IV
Enter Huntsmen hallooing and whooping
Hunts. Which way, which way?
Enter Thersames, with Aglaura muffled
Ther. This is the grove, 'tis somewhere here within.
Enter, dogging of them, Ariaspes, Iolas
Iol. Gently, gently!
Enter Orsames, Philan, a Huntsman, two Courtiers
Hunts. No hurt, my lord, I hope?
Ors. None, none: thou wouldst have warranted it to5
another, if I had broke my neck. What! dost think my
horse and I show tricks, that, which way soever he throws
me, like a tumbler's boy I must fall safe? Was there
a bed of roses there? would I were eunuch, if I had not
as lief ha' fallen in the state as where I did! the ground10
was as hard as if it had been paved with Platonic ladies'
hearts, and this unconscionable fellow asks whether I
have no hurt! Where's my horse?
1 Court. Making love to the next mare, I think.
2 Court. Not the next, I assure you: he's gallop'd15
away, as if all the spurs i' th' field were in his sides.
Ors. Why, there it is: the jade's in the fashion too:
now h'as done me an injury, he will not come near me!
Well, when I hunt next, may it be upon a starv'd cow,
without a saddle too; and may I fall into a sawpit, and20
not be taken up but with suspicion of having been private
with mine own beast there! Now I better consider on't
too, gentlemen, 'tis but the same thing we do at court:
here's every man striving who shall be foremost, and
hotly pursuing of what he seldom overtakes; or, if he25
does, it's no great matter.
