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] 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 upon

After a falling out.

Ari. Prithee, what is't?

Iol. I'll tell you as I go.

Hunts. Which way, which way?

Ther. This is the grove, 'tis somewhere here within.[Exeunt

Iol. Gently, gently!

Hunts. No hurt, my lord, I hope?

Ors. None, none: thou wouldst have warranted it to

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 ground

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'd

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, and

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 he

does, it's no great matter.