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LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST

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ACT IV. SCENE I.

A PAVILION IN THE PARK, NEAR THE PALACE.
PRINCESS, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, LORDS, ATTENDANTS, AND A FORESTER.

Prin. WAS that the king, that spurr'd his horse so hard
Against the steep uprising of the hill?
Boyet. I know not; but, I think, it was not he.
Prin. Whoe'er he was, he show'd a mounting mind.
Well, lords, to-day we shall have our despatch;
On Saturday we will return to France.
Then, forester, my friend, where is the bush,
That we must stand and play the murderer in?
For. Here by, upon the edge of yonder coppice;
A stand, where you may make the fairest shoot.

Painted by William Hamilton, R.A. Engraved by Thomas Ryder.

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