The Report of a Huntsman upon the Sight of a Hart in pride of grease. Before the Queen, I come report to make, then hushed and peace, for noble Tristram's sake. From out my horne, my fumets first I draw, and them present, on leaves, by hunters' law; and thus I say, My liege, behold and see a Hart of Ten, I hope he harboured be. For if you mark, his fumets every point you shall them find, long, round and well annoint, knotty and great, without pricks or ears, the moistness shows what venison he bears. Then if my Prince demand what head he bear, I answer thus, with sober words and cheer, My liege, I went this morning on my quest, my hound did stick and seemed to vent some beast. I held him short, and drawing after him I might behold the Hart was feeding trim. His head was high, and large in each degree, well-palmed eke, and seemed full sound to be. Of colour brown, he bears eight and ten, of stately height, and long he seemed to then. His beam seemed great, in good proportion...