We charge you, in God's name, and the king's,
To go with us unto the officers.

We are true subjects to the king, King Edward.

No;
For we were subjects but while you were king.

Forbear awhile; we'll hear a little more.

Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee:
This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him.

That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow
Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost.
Here stand we both, and aim we at the best:
And, for the time shall not seem tedious,
I'll tell thee what befell me on a day
In this self-place where ...

Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves;
For through this laund anon the deer will come;
And in this covert will we make our stand,
Culling the principal of all the deer.