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Lyke as a
huntsman after weary chace,
Seeing the game from him
escapt away:
sits downe to rest him in some shady
place,
with panting hounds beguiled of their pray.
So after long pursuit and vaine assay,
when I
all weary had the chace forsooke,
the gentle deare
returnd the selfe-same way,
thinking to quench her
thirst at the next brooke.
There she beholding me
with mylder looke,
sought not to fly, but fearelesse
still did bide:
till I in hand her yet halfe
trembling tooke,
and with her owne goodwill hir
fyrmely tyde.
Strange thing me seemed to see a beast
so wyld,
so goodly wonne with her owne will beguyld.
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