ond year a
pricket, the third year a sorel, the fourth year a sore, the fifth a
buck of the first head, the sixth year a complete buck; as likewise your
hart is the first year a calf, the second year a brocket, the third year
a spade, the fourth year a stag, the fifth year a great stag, the sixth
year a hart; as likewise the roebuck is the first year a kid, the second
year a girl, the third year a hemuse: and these are your special beasts
for chase, or, as we huntsmen call it, for venery.

ACADEMICO.
If chaste be taken for venery, thou art a more special beast than any in
thy father's forest. [_Aside_.] Sir, I am sorry I have been so
troublesome to you.

AMORETTO.
I know this was the readiest way to chase away the scholar, by getting
him into a subject he cannot talk of for his life. [_Aside_.] Sir, I
will borrow so much time of you as to finish this my begun story. Now,
sir, after much travel we singled a buck; I rode that same time upon a
roan gelding, and stood to intercept from the thicket; the buck broke
gallantly; my great swift being disadvantaged in his slip was at the
first behind; marry, presently coted and outstripped them, when as the
hart presently descended to the river, and being in the water, proffered
and reproffered, and proffered again: and, at last, he upstarted at the
other side of the water, which we call soil of the hart, and there other
huntsmen met him with an adauntreley;[89] we followed in hard chase for
the space of eight hours; thrice our hounds were at default, and then we
cried _A slain_! straight, _So ho_; through good reclaiming my faulty
hounds found their game again, and so went through the wood with gallant
noise of music, resembling so many _viols de gambo_. At last the hart
laid him down, and the hounds seized upon him; he groaned, and wept, and
died. In good faith, it made me weep too, to think of Actaeon's fortune,
which my Ovid speaks of--
[_He reads Ovid_.

_Militat omnis amans, et habet sua castra Cupido_.

ACADEMICO.
Sir, can you put me in any hope of obtaining my suit?

AMORETTO.
In good faith, sir, if I did not love you as my soul, I would not make
you acquainted with the mysteries of my art.

ACADEMICO.
Nay, I will not die of a discourse yet, if I can choose.
[_Exit unperceived_.

AMORETTO.
So, sir, when we had rewarded our dogs with the small guts, and the
lights, and the blood, the huntsmen