(15) Wo ho ho he cries, awaie she flies, and so her leaue she takes. ¶ This wofull man with wearie limmes, runnes wandring round about: At length by noise of chattering Pies, (20) his hawke againe found out His heart was glad his eies had seen, his falcon swift of flight: Wo ho ho he cries, she emptie gorgde, vpon his Lure doth light. (25) ¶ How glad was then the falconer there, no pen nor tongue can tel: He swam in blisse that lately felt like paines of cruel hel. His hand somtime vpon her train, (30) somtime vpon her brest: Wo ho ho he cries with chearfull voice, his heart was now at rest, ¶ My deer likewise, beholde thy loue, what paines he doth indure: (35) And now at length let pitie moue, to stoup vnto his Lure. A hood of silk, and siluer belles, new gifts I promise thee: +Wo ho ho, I crie, I come then saie, (40) make me as glad as hee.