⁠Iol. How now, my lord? What, walking o' th[e] tops
Of pyramids? Whispering yourself away
Like a denied lover? come, to horse, to horse!
And I will show you straight a sight shall please you,
More than kind looks from her you dote upon⁠60
After a falling out.

⁠Ari. ⁠Prithee, what is't?

⁠Iol. I'll tell you as I go.[Exeunt

⁠Hunts. Which way, which way?

⁠Ther. This is the grove, 'tis somewhere here within.

⁠Iol. Gently, gently!

⁠Hunts. No hurt, my lord, I hope?

⁠Ors. None, none: thou wouldst have warranted it to⁠5
another, if I had broke my neck. What! dost think my
horse and I show tricks, that, which way soever he throws
me, like a tumbler's boy I must fall safe? Was there
a bed of roses there? would I were eunuch, if I had not
as lief ha' fallen in the state as where I did! the ground⁠10
was as hard as if it had been paved with Platonic ladies'
hearts, and this unconscionable fellow asks whether I
have no hurt! Where's my horse?

⁠1 Court. Making love to the next mare, I think.

⁠2 Court. Not the next, I assure you: he's gallop'd⁠15
away, as if all the spurs i' th' field were in his sides.

⁠Ors. Why, there it is: the jade's in the fashion too:
now h'as done me an injury, he will not come near me!
Well, when I hunt next, may it be upon a starv'd cow,
without a saddle too; and may I fall into a sawpit, and⁠20
not be taken up but with suspicion of having been private
with mine own beast there! Now I better consider on't
too, gentlemen, 'tis but the same thing we do at court:
here's every man striving who shall be foremost, and
hotly pursuing of what he seldom overtakes; or, if he⁠25
does, it's no great matter.