Fiction > Harvard Classics > Thomas Dekker > The Shoemaker’s Holiday
Thomas Dekker (1570–1632).  The Shoemaker’s Holiday.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
Act II
Scene IV
Holloaing within. Enter Master WARNER and Master HAMMON, attired as Hunters 1

  HAM.  Cousin, beat every brake, the game’s not far,
This way with winged feet he fled from death,
Whilst the pursuing hounds, scenting his steps,
Find out his highway to destruction.        4
Besides, the miller’s boy told me even now,
He saw him take soil, 2 and he holloaed him
Affirming him to have been so embost 3
That long he could not hold.        8
  WARN.        If it be so,
’Tis best we trace these meadows by Old Ford.
A noise of Hunters within. Enter a Boy

  HAM.  How now, boy? Where’s the deer? speak, saw’st thou him?
  BOY.  O yea; I saw him leap through a hedge, and then over a ditch, then at my lord mayor’s pale, over he skipp’d me, and in he went me, and ‘holla’ the hunters cried, and ‘there, boy; there, boy!’ But there he is, a’ mine honesty.        12
  HAM.  Boy, Godamercy. Cousin, let’s away; I hope we shall find better sport to-day.  Exeunt.
Note 1. A field near Old Ford [back]
Note 2. Cover. [back]
Note 3. Exhausted. [back]


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