University of Virginia Library

XII.

[Minst.]
With murder tired, he slings his bow alyne.
The stag is ouch'd with crowns of lily flowers.
Around their helms they green vert do entwine,
Joying and revelous in the greenwood bowers.
Forslagen with thy flo let wild beasts be,
Feast thee upon their flesh, do not thy brethren sle.