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Bold recr'ant wight! what Fate did hither call thee, To tempt his strength, that hath such power to maul thee? How durst thy puling Damsel hither wander? What was the talk you by yoned hedge did maunder? Shall I grow meek as Babe when every Trull is So bold to steal my sloes and pluck my bullies? If I but upward heave my aken Twig, I'll teach thee play the Tomboy, her the Rig, Within my Forest bounds: what does she ail But she may serve as Cook to dress my whale? In this her Damsels tire and robe of sarsenet She shall souse boar, fry tripes, and wild hogs harsnet. Then I perceive I must lift up my Pole, And deal your lovesick noddle such a dole That every blow shall make so huge a clatter, Men ten leagues off shall ask, Hah! what's the matter? I'll strike thee till thou sink where the abided is Of wights that Sneak below, called Antipodis.