"Match'd in mouth like bells,
Each under each. A cry more tunable
Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn."
"Souter will cry upon 't for all this, though it
be as rank as a fox."
"How cheerfully on the false trail they cry,
O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!"
"I do follow here in the chase, not like a hound
that hunts, but one that fills up the cry."
"You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
As reek o' the rotten fens."
"And then to sigh as 't were the mort o' the deer."
"Why do you go about to recover the wind of me
as if you would drive me into a toil?"
"Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt with
The Horse.—The horse in Shakespeare's time was a necessary belonging to a man even of modest circumstances. The country roads were then so bad as to be quite unfit for the rapid movement of any sort of wheeled vehicle. People travelled in the saddle; or on the pillion; and most of the transport of goods was done by pack-horse.
The best horses of Tudor times were far different from the thoroughbred of to-day, an animal that derives his best blood from the Arabian breed, which was not seen in England before 1616, the year of Shakespeare's death. Neither the race