Meseems it a wounded hawk, said Assue ton, stooping from his horse to look at it. In truth, 'tis indeed a fair falcon, said Hep borne's esquire, Mortimer Sang, as he dismount ed to pick it up. He gasps as if beware dy ing. Ha by'rlady, but he hath nommed a plump partridge; see here, it is dead in his talons.