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 The shortnesse of the time and shame would give him leave to say No more: a worke of greater weight did draw him then away. A wood thick growen with trees which stoode unfelled to that day Beginning from a plaine, had thence a large prospect throughout The falling grounds that every way did muster round about. As soone as that the men came there, some pitched up the toyles, Some tooke the couples from the Dogs, and some pursude the foyles In places where the Swine had tract: desiring for to spie Their owne destruction. Now there was a hollow bottom by, To which the watershots of raine from all the high grounds drew. Within the compasse of this pond great store of Osiers grew: And Sallowes lithe, and flackring Flags, and moorish Rushes eke, And lazie Reedes on little shankes, and other baggage like. From hence the Bore was rowzed out, and fiersly forth he flies Among the thickest of his foes like thunder from the Skies, When Clouds in meeting force the fire to burst by violence out. He beares the trees before him downe, and all the wood about Doth sound of crashing. All the youth with hideous noyse and shout Against him bend their Boarspeare points with hand and courage stout. He rushes forth among the Dogs that held him at a bay, And now on this side now on that, as any come in way, He rippes their skinnes and splitteth them, and chaseth them away, Echion first of all the rout a Dart at him did throw, Which mist and in a Maple tree did give a little blow. The next (if he that threw the same had used lesser might), The backe at which he aimed it was likely for to smight. It overflew him. Jason was the man that cast the Dart. With that the sonne of Ampycus sayd: Phoebus (if with hart I have and still doe worship thee) now graunt me for to hit The thing that I doe levell at. Apollo graunts him it As much as lay in him to graunt. He hit the Swine in deede. But neyther entred he his hide nor caused him to bleede. For why Diana (as the Dart was flying) tooke away The head of it: and so the Dart could headlesse beare no sway. But yet the moodie beast thereby was set the more on fire And chafing like the lightning swift he uttreth forth his ire. The fire did sparkle from his eyes: and from his boyling brest