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Under this thick grown brake, we'll shroud our selves: For through this Land anon the Dear will come, And in this covert will we make our Stand, Culling the principal of all the Dear. That cannot be, the noise of thy Crossbow Will scar 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 selfe-place, where now we mean to stand. Here comes a man, let's stay till he be passed: I, here's a Dear, whose skin's a Keepers Fee: This is the quondam King; Let's seize upon him. Forbear awhile, we'll hear a little more. We are true Subjects to the king, King Edward. We charge you in Gods name & the Kings, To go with us unto the Officers. No, for we were Subjects, but while you were king