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A plain and fynall confutation: of camelles corlyke oblatracion
Ye
vprighte men whiche loues thee light, whose heartes be voyd of gyle:
Condēne no cause till trueth be tryed, giue eare and lyst a whyle.
And marke my tale from point to point, let no worde skip vnskande:
And heare them withe indiffrent eares, and way them as they stande.
Fyrst lay aside affecciō blind for truethe my cause muste pleade,
Let nether foe nor fained frend, this matter Iudge nor reade.
And then I truste to clere myselfe, and Camell cleane confound:
That blowes the trompet of defam, whiche geues vncertain sound.
The tune wher of semes yet ful straunge, so boistrous is the blast:
But quiet calmes settes forth stil windes, when stormes begon and past.
Whiche quyet time I wish to haue, that I may be well harde.
And thē I hope this vypars bryde, shall haue his iust rewarde.
That forgeth fautes and seeketh holes, to crepe and scale therin:
And flattereth for no other cause but fame or gayne to winne.
What thinkes this man he hath more witte, & learning in his head.
Than hathe fyue thousand other men, that (Dicarres dreame hath read.
Or thinkes hee that I am so rashe, to run so far frō square
Or that I make such obcure thinges, that I dare not declare.
Than is hee blynde and veryfond, and scarce him selfe doeth know.
Let him loke on his booke againe, his rule is nothinge so.
To you I speake frēd Camel now, which wreketh ryght to wrong:
You saye you haue ben kept at scole, in soothe I thinke not longe.
Your master dyd but stroke your head, he dyd for beare the rodde:
I dout he dyd not teache you well, howe you should feare your God.
For if hee had you woulde haue stayed, to wryte against this dreame:
To spye a mote within my eie, since in yours is a beame
Yf you might site and iudge my cause, I shoulde soone feele your worst:
But God forbyd there were long hornes, on beastes that would be corst.
I call you beaste because you sayde, here goeth the beast abrode:
Thee beaste will turne you gage a grote, yf he be prickte with goade.
Nowe turne syr beaste and come aloft, fling not for fear of whip:
In dede it is a monstruse thynge, to see a Camelle skipe.
You say you shoke me by the sleue, than rubde I your gall packe:
Yf I know howe to doo you good my healpe you should not lacke.
We I ompe in leasse, ye gab fyre beaste, I am but one alone:
But I can proue (O beavv Camevv) that you are moe then on.
My surreioyndrer doethe declrare, this dreame was for the best:
And yet you crye, abandye ho at tenues thus ye ieste.
What can you laye vnto my charge, of malyce or of hate:
Since I do wyshe that euery wyght, shulde walke in his estate.
This veerse you hyppe, and yet it standes, next that whē rex doeth rayng:
Bothe these be good and godlye to, here shall I showe you plaine.
But as I sayde, out of faire flours, thee spyder poyson takes:
And yet the bee doeth feede theron, and ther with hony makes
I do compare this spyder nowe, to you whiche so apperes.
For that you run a patheles waye, to leade me in thee breerres.
Wheare fynde you this that dreames can haue, any effect at all.
Be not they fancyes of thee hed and so wyse men thē call
why do you wryte against a dreme, whiche hath a small effect,
why turne you yt to meanyng leawde, to bringe it in suspect,
You ment no more but mee to learne, so you woolde you excuse:
Syr yf you mynde to kepe a frynde, do not your frinde so vse.
You bragge you of your master much when you to skool dyd goe:
You sayde ye larned your duetie well good syr it seems not soe.
To serue the king and praye for hym, I learnede as well as you:
To loue hym leall for concyens sake this lesson well I knew.
His councell ecke for to obay my dueti learnes me too:
And withe ther matters not to mell, nor therin haue to do.
This lesson heether to I kept, and shall here after kepe:
Tylle I to earthe retorne again, where fleshe and fell must sleepe
What is thee cause you answerde not, to that whiche I wrott last:
You do conclude muche lyke a thefe, whiche is condēnde and cast.
For at the barre hee pratethe long, & can no reason shewe:
To clere hym selfe and saue his lyfe whan trueth doeth hym orethrow.
So you all thoughe withe matter now, I do you styll assault:
Yet withe great shame you are content, to yelde vnto your fault.
I wrate more thinges than one or two, yet reade them ons agayn:
I do perceiue a littell thing, wille soone orecomme your braine.
You haue sought councell fourteen daies, it seems that you dyd dreame:
Or els ye thought to rune awaye, into somme other realme.
But now I heare a sodayn sounde, the beast begyns to braye:
It is muche like a Camells voyce, that dwelles in lyn they saye.
Be as be may you say your selfe, ye byd me foet it well,
why will the beast now lead the daunce, with beastes I will not mell.
But wheare yon saye, I whē out whens, aboue eala a note,
You gront and groen from gammuth farre, I dare you gage my cott.
Sins you will put me to my trompe, with a false carde often,
Marke howe iustice shall ioyn to trueth, I will make large this when.
Note Though iustice doeth belōge to Rex, whose swoord puts that in vre,
Yet euery iustice vnder him is not so iust and pure.
Because there bee knightes of the post, whiche will them selues forswere,
And fained trueth will forge a tale, sometimes in iustice eare.
And worke such wils, iustice to blynde, and make him credit lyes.
Suche crafty mistes these men can cast, before true iustice eies.
Thoughe iustice of him selfe is pure and cleane deuoide of crime,
Yet falce witnes may alter him, and chaunge his minde somtime.
Thee faut ther of is not in hym, he woulde fayn ioyn to truthe.
But flatteryng faith, may him corrupt, alas the more is ruthe.
Whan truthe is forman of the quest, and right shall vardyt gyue,
Than iustice shall ioyn styll to truethe, & so together liue.
Thus is this when made manifeste, truely as I it mēt
And yet it was ful plain before, to euery true entent.
Here haue I waide what iustice is, to whome it dothe pertain,
who swaies the sworde, who dothe decree, heare haue I set out plain.
Now staye a whil, & marke this when, whiche you calle principall,
And is ye beaste amonge the rest and, stādeth last of all
Note when rex doth reign (And) rule the rost, a coniuetion copulatiue,
Your master taught you not to know, could he such thīgs discriue?
Now Rex doth rayne whom god preserue, in long life on vs here,
And sende him rule the rost himselfe, as prince withouten per.
That he may fynde those secrete flighes, whiche nowe in corners lye:
And suche as do abuse his lawes and liue so wickedlye.
It semes they lyue as they delyght, and leane not to his lore,
Bycause he doth commende them lawes and they passe not therfore.
Howe dothe the master of the scole, his scollers rule and tame:
whan he doth geue precepts and rules, and none doth kepe the same.
How doeth ye kyng his peopl rule, let this be better waide
whan hee dothe geue them lawes and actes and none of them obeyde.
For thoughe ye Rex do rayne and rule, as I beleue in dede
Yet dothe not hee for mercye greate, ye wicked al out wede
And lyk as God is mercyful so doeth our kyng in dede:
Enswe and folowe in his steppes, (whom God defend and spede.)
His Iustice is to punish sine with death & payne extreme;
which is most godly exercisd and so doeth shewe and seme
Yet yf al those that do offēde, should haue such punishemēt
what man is liuinge nowe a dayes, that shoulde escape vnshente?
But folowyng the example of, the Lorde and kynge of kynges:
Dothe often suffer vs vnkinde, in vyle and greuous thinges.
Becaus he would (as it doth seme, so mercifull and dere:)
Bee rather loue thē obeyed or only dreade and feare.
And this hys mercye godly mente, dooth make vs worse in dede:
As scollers when they lacke the rodde, do lyue withouten drede.
But when he shall begynne again, to punish wyckednes:
whiche is his iustice (or more playne,) to vs but ryghtousnes.
Then folk for feare (but not for loue,) shall better ende theyr life
As horses whipt, ye then for feare shall stynte and cease our strife.
wherfore yf euery kynge this daye whiche oughte in dede to raingne:
Do raygne and rule the rost and weede, the wicked oute ful plaine.
Then haue they welth with outē stryfe, which God geue vs ryght sone:
That all oure wyckednes were paste, and dredfull dayes were done.
If Dycar sayde, when Rex doth rayne, & al mē doe obey
How could you Camel, thus conclude? he raygneth not to daye.
Note Or if he sayd, when Christ is God, and you a faythfull mam:
would ye conclude? ergo, (to him,) he is not God now thā
wherfor yf Rex do raygne & rule, as I beleue he doeth:
And I beseche almyghtye god, he maye do lōge in sothe
Yet muste you take another poynt, conteined in this whē
when Rex dothe raygne and rule the rost, and wedes oute wyked men.
You muste not harken halfe the tale an leaue thee reste behynde:
for than in dede you do amysse, and fayne woulde quareles fynde
You Redde in faythe muche like the nunne omnia probate
And turned not thee other syde quod bonum est tenete.
Redde you no more but Rex doeth raygne, and lefte the reste vnspyed:
Is there not to) and rule the roste, the sentences is so tyde.
And wede oute wiked wordly men, thee spotted from the cleane:
whose vyce infectes the chosen lambes, lo thus dyd Dicar meane.
He doubted not but Rex doethe roigne, the truethe it selfe doethe showe:
But yet he thōghte it good to wede, oute wycked men I trowe.
And thus I say dyd Dicar dreame, thee sence doethe plainly tell
Yf vpryght eies and rihteous mindes, do loke and skan him well.
If you shulde bee my iudge I se, and deme my dreminge thus
I shulde haue but short, curtesy, and you my cause discus,
But god hath sawed your hornes so short, no great hurt do you can
Hee made you nether lorde nor iudge, nor skarse an honest man,
whan Rex doth raigne and rule the rost, and out thee wicked weede,
Than you and many other lyke, would fyrst of al preced
But where you set a snare and net, for these that well entende.
To showe what is the very cause, of euill and the ende.
There you yourself (and if it were, applied wel in fram
As he hath ment) shulde certainly be catchid in the same
what if I shulde cast furth the bone, you thoughte to choke me with:
Perhappes you may repent to late, you went so nie ye pyth
Wher is your lesson now be come, you lernd so long ago,
That spide suche faute in dicars dreme, and yet conceilde it so.
Note If it had raught to Iupiters seate as you affirme in dede
You ought not it haue kept so long, but straight it told with spede.
Or if you thought you saw the myst, that no man elles coulde skrye,
There shulde no cause haue stopte you so, to tel it by & by
If dicars when, as true it is he clere from blame & blotte
Yet your offēc is no whit less by caus you thought it not.
If ignoraunce had sayd a mysse, ye same be my defence,
Yet wilful ignoraūc in you, dothe pleade your great offence.
Behold of god ye rightuouse scourdge, that now amydde the gryn:
You layde to trappe the innocēt your selfe is fallē therī
What say you nowe wise camelles caulse, if rex wede wicked men,
You shuld of right be tide to short, to peruerte dicars whē
But tyll suche spyders bee wede out, and all theyr cob webes to,
That sekes to trappe the sellye flies, as you begyn to do.
The barnes I say that here do wonne, with in this brittaine lande,
Shall byde alas those dred full daies, and dicars dreme may stande.
O Syr you toke my thenin hand, wher wt mi whē I knit
where I perceiue your franityke head, begins, another fyt.
Note Can you denie the plages of god, whiche he to vs hath sent?
And scourgeth vs for our great sinnes, from which we not repent.
Doeth not thee plowe man plowe his grownde, and laborith vereisor.
The earth bringes forthe his fruite like wyse, encreasyng more and more
Doeth not the heauens gyue vs rayne, the watters gyues vs fyshe?
Doeth not the counsell seeke oure welth, as well as we can wishe?
Do not they take great care & payne, all euells to redresse
Yes all these thinges doe worke as well, as mans tōg can expresse.
Yet though oure kinge do make good lawes, the earth bringes forth muche sede:
Tust gracious God of hys goodnes, will helpe oure miserie
within thee towne wheare you doe dwell, you know no dred nor strife:
Than is it sure a paradise, I laye theron my lyfe.
For I haue traueld here and theare, & sought this world well wide:
to fynde a resting quyet place where I would fain abyde.
But in this wery pilgrimag I neuer found suche stay:
Nor suche a vertuous towne as Lin, yf it be as you saye
Yf you haue done as muche in Line, as you in Lōdō haue
I thinke that al your neighbours woulde, sone wyshe you in your graue.
For we were here in quyet al vntyll you came to towne:
Sence that we could not lyue in reast, for suche a contrey clowne.
And Dauie Dicars Dreme forsooth, was lowed of euery man:
Tyll you began youre wranglyng reimes, to brall vpon his whan.
Wherin you lost your honest name, you could not lose muche more:
Thus are you put to open shame, and haue no thanke therfore.
Go showe your coūcell on by on what gain you here haue got:
Herman wil helpe to rowe you hom, good syr nowe take your botte.
Nowe trudge a waye feare gentill beast, and kycke no more at me:
And let them lyue in peace and rest, that thinkes no harme to the.
Thus here I take my leaue from you, wishing for grace and healthe:
To kepe my prince from all his foes, & eke ye cōun wealth
Condēne no cause till trueth be tryed, giue eare and lyst a whyle.
And marke my tale from point to point, let no worde skip vnskande:
And heare them withe indiffrent eares, and way them as they stande.
Fyrst lay aside affecciō blind for truethe my cause muste pleade,
Let nether foe nor fained frend, this matter Iudge nor reade.
That blowes the trompet of defam, whiche geues vncertain sound.
The tune wher of semes yet ful straunge, so boistrous is the blast:
But quiet calmes settes forth stil windes, when stormes begon and past.
Whiche quyet time I wish to haue, that I may be well harde.
And thē I hope this vypars bryde, shall haue his iust rewarde.
That forgeth fautes and seeketh holes, to crepe and scale therin:
And flattereth for no other cause but fame or gayne to winne.
What thinkes this man he hath more witte, & learning in his head.
Than hathe fyue thousand other men, that (Dicarres dreame hath read.
Or thinkes hee that I am so rashe, to run so far frō square
Or that I make such obcure thinges, that I dare not declare.
Than is hee blynde and veryfond, and scarce him selfe doeth know.
Let him loke on his booke againe, his rule is nothinge so.
To you I speake frēd Camel now, which wreketh ryght to wrong:
You saye you haue ben kept at scole, in soothe I thinke not longe.
Your master dyd but stroke your head, he dyd for beare the rodde:
I dout he dyd not teache you well, howe you should feare your God.
For if hee had you woulde haue stayed, to wryte against this dreame:
To spye a mote within my eie, since in yours is a beame
Yf you might site and iudge my cause, I shoulde soone feele your worst:
But God forbyd there were long hornes, on beastes that would be corst.
Thee beaste will turne you gage a grote, yf he be prickte with goade.
Nowe turne syr beaste and come aloft, fling not for fear of whip:
In dede it is a monstruse thynge, to see a Camelle skipe.
You say you shoke me by the sleue, than rubde I your gall packe:
Yf I know howe to doo you good my healpe you should not lacke.
We I ompe in leasse, ye gab fyre beaste, I am but one alone:
But I can proue (O beavv Camevv) that you are moe then on.
My surreioyndrer doethe declrare, this dreame was for the best:
And yet you crye, abandye ho at tenues thus ye ieste.
What can you laye vnto my charge, of malyce or of hate:
Since I do wyshe that euery wyght, shulde walke in his estate.
This veerse you hyppe, and yet it standes, next that whē rex doeth rayng:
Bothe these be good and godlye to, here shall I showe you plaine.
But as I sayde, out of faire flours, thee spyder poyson takes:
And yet the bee doeth feede theron, and ther with hony makes
I do compare this spyder nowe, to you whiche so apperes.
For that you run a patheles waye, to leade me in thee breerres.
Wheare fynde you this that dreames can haue, any effect at all.
Be not they fancyes of thee hed and so wyse men thē call
why do you wryte against a dreme, whiche hath a small effect,
You ment no more but mee to learne, so you woolde you excuse:
Syr yf you mynde to kepe a frynde, do not your frinde so vse.
You bragge you of your master much when you to skool dyd goe:
You sayde ye larned your duetie well good syr it seems not soe.
To serue the king and praye for hym, I learnede as well as you:
To loue hym leall for concyens sake this lesson well I knew.
His councell ecke for to obay my dueti learnes me too:
And withe ther matters not to mell, nor therin haue to do.
This lesson heether to I kept, and shall here after kepe:
Tylle I to earthe retorne again, where fleshe and fell must sleepe
What is thee cause you answerde not, to that whiche I wrott last:
You do conclude muche lyke a thefe, whiche is condēnde and cast.
For at the barre hee pratethe long, & can no reason shewe:
To clere hym selfe and saue his lyfe whan trueth doeth hym orethrow.
So you all thoughe withe matter now, I do you styll assault:
Yet withe great shame you are content, to yelde vnto your fault.
I wrate more thinges than one or two, yet reade them ons agayn:
I do perceiue a littell thing, wille soone orecomme your braine.
You haue sought councell fourteen daies, it seems that you dyd dreame:
Or els ye thought to rune awaye, into somme other realme.
But now I heare a sodayn sounde, the beast begyns to braye:
Be as be may you say your selfe, ye byd me foet it well,
why will the beast now lead the daunce, with beastes I will not mell.
But wheare yon saye, I whē out whens, aboue eala a note,
You gront and groen from gammuth farre, I dare you gage my cott.
Sins you will put me to my trompe, with a false carde often,
Marke howe iustice shall ioyn to trueth, I will make large this when.
Note Though iustice doeth belōge to Rex, whose swoord puts that in vre,
Yet euery iustice vnder him is not so iust and pure.
Because there bee knightes of the post, whiche will them selues forswere,
And fained trueth will forge a tale, sometimes in iustice eare.
And worke such wils, iustice to blynde, and make him credit lyes.
Suche crafty mistes these men can cast, before true iustice eies.
Thoughe iustice of him selfe is pure and cleane deuoide of crime,
Yet falce witnes may alter him, and chaunge his minde somtime.
Thee faut ther of is not in hym, he woulde fayn ioyn to truthe.
But flatteryng faith, may him corrupt, alas the more is ruthe.
Whan truthe is forman of the quest, and right shall vardyt gyue,
Than iustice shall ioyn styll to truethe, & so together liue.
Thus is this when made manifeste, truely as I it mēt
And yet it was ful plain before, to euery true entent.
Here haue I waide what iustice is, to whome it dothe pertain,
who swaies the sworde, who dothe decree, heare haue I set out plain.
And is ye beaste amonge the rest and, stādeth last of all
Note when rex doth reign (And) rule the rost, a coniuetion copulatiue,
Your master taught you not to know, could he such thīgs discriue?
Now Rex doth rayne whom god preserue, in long life on vs here,
And sende him rule the rost himselfe, as prince withouten per.
That he may fynde those secrete flighes, whiche nowe in corners lye:
And suche as do abuse his lawes and liue so wickedlye.
It semes they lyue as they delyght, and leane not to his lore,
Bycause he doth commende them lawes and they passe not therfore.
Howe dothe the master of the scole, his scollers rule and tame:
whan he doth geue precepts and rules, and none doth kepe the same.
How doeth ye kyng his peopl rule, let this be better waide
whan hee dothe geue them lawes and actes and none of them obeyde.
For thoughe ye Rex do rayne and rule, as I beleue in dede
Yet dothe not hee for mercye greate, ye wicked al out wede
And lyk as God is mercyful so doeth our kyng in dede:
Enswe and folowe in his steppes, (whom God defend and spede.)
His Iustice is to punish sine with death & payne extreme;
which is most godly exercisd and so doeth shewe and seme
Yet yf al those that do offēde, should haue such punishemēt
what man is liuinge nowe a dayes, that shoulde escape vnshente?
But folowyng the example of, the Lorde and kynge of kynges:
Dothe often suffer vs vnkinde, in vyle and greuous thinges.
Becaus he would (as it doth seme, so mercifull and dere:)
And this hys mercye godly mente, dooth make vs worse in dede:
As scollers when they lacke the rodde, do lyue withouten drede.
But when he shall begynne again, to punish wyckednes:
whiche is his iustice (or more playne,) to vs but ryghtousnes.
Then folk for feare (but not for loue,) shall better ende theyr life
As horses whipt, ye then for feare shall stynte and cease our strife.
wherfore yf euery kynge this daye whiche oughte in dede to raingne:
Do raygne and rule the rost and weede, the wicked oute ful plaine.
Then haue they welth with outē stryfe, which God geue vs ryght sone:
That all oure wyckednes were paste, and dredfull dayes were done.
If Dycar sayde, when Rex doth rayne, & al mē doe obey
How could you Camel, thus conclude? he raygneth not to daye.
Note Or if he sayd, when Christ is God, and you a faythfull mam:
would ye conclude? ergo, (to him,) he is not God now thā
wherfor yf Rex do raygne & rule, as I beleue he doeth:
And I beseche almyghtye god, he maye do lōge in sothe
Yet muste you take another poynt, conteined in this whē
when Rex dothe raygne and rule the rost, and wedes oute wyked men.
You muste not harken halfe the tale an leaue thee reste behynde:
for than in dede you do amysse, and fayne woulde quareles fynde
You Redde in faythe muche like the nunne omnia probate
And turned not thee other syde quod bonum est tenete.
Redde you no more but Rex doeth raygne, and lefte the reste vnspyed:
And wede oute wiked wordly men, thee spotted from the cleane:
whose vyce infectes the chosen lambes, lo thus dyd Dicar meane.
He doubted not but Rex doethe roigne, the truethe it selfe doethe showe:
But yet he thōghte it good to wede, oute wycked men I trowe.
And thus I say dyd Dicar dreame, thee sence doethe plainly tell
Yf vpryght eies and rihteous mindes, do loke and skan him well.
If you shulde bee my iudge I se, and deme my dreminge thus
I shulde haue but short, curtesy, and you my cause discus,
But god hath sawed your hornes so short, no great hurt do you can
Hee made you nether lorde nor iudge, nor skarse an honest man,
whan Rex doth raigne and rule the rost, and out thee wicked weede,
Than you and many other lyke, would fyrst of al preced
But where you set a snare and net, for these that well entende.
To showe what is the very cause, of euill and the ende.
There you yourself (and if it were, applied wel in fram
As he hath ment) shulde certainly be catchid in the same
what if I shulde cast furth the bone, you thoughte to choke me with:
Perhappes you may repent to late, you went so nie ye pyth
Wher is your lesson now be come, you lernd so long ago,
That spide suche faute in dicars dreme, and yet conceilde it so.
Note If it had raught to Iupiters seate as you affirme in dede
You ought not it haue kept so long, but straight it told with spede.
Or if you thought you saw the myst, that no man elles coulde skrye,
If dicars when, as true it is he clere from blame & blotte
Yet your offēc is no whit less by caus you thought it not.
If ignoraunce had sayd a mysse, ye same be my defence,
Yet wilful ignoraūc in you, dothe pleade your great offence.
Behold of god ye rightuouse scourdge, that now amydde the gryn:
You layde to trappe the innocēt your selfe is fallē therī
What say you nowe wise camelles caulse, if rex wede wicked men,
You shuld of right be tide to short, to peruerte dicars whē
But tyll suche spyders bee wede out, and all theyr cob webes to,
That sekes to trappe the sellye flies, as you begyn to do.
The barnes I say that here do wonne, with in this brittaine lande,
Shall byde alas those dred full daies, and dicars dreme may stande.
O Syr you toke my thenin hand, wher wt mi whē I knit
where I perceiue your franityke head, begins, another fyt.
Note Can you denie the plages of god, whiche he to vs hath sent?
And scourgeth vs for our great sinnes, from which we not repent.
Doeth not thee plowe man plowe his grownde, and laborith vereisor.
The earth bringes forthe his fruite like wyse, encreasyng more and more
Doeth not the heauens gyue vs rayne, the watters gyues vs fyshe?
Doeth not the counsell seeke oure welth, as well as we can wishe?
Do not they take great care & payne, all euells to redresse
Yes all these thinges doe worke as well, as mans tōg can expresse.
Yet though oure kinge do make good lawes, the earth bringes forth muche sede:
within thee towne wheare you doe dwell, you know no dred nor strife:
Than is it sure a paradise, I laye theron my lyfe.
For I haue traueld here and theare, & sought this world well wide:
to fynde a resting quyet place where I would fain abyde.
But in this wery pilgrimag I neuer found suche stay:
Nor suche a vertuous towne as Lin, yf it be as you saye
Yf you haue done as muche in Line, as you in Lōdō haue
I thinke that al your neighbours woulde, sone wyshe you in your graue.
For we were here in quyet al vntyll you came to towne:
Sence that we could not lyue in reast, for suche a contrey clowne.
And Dauie Dicars Dreme forsooth, was lowed of euery man:
Tyll you began youre wranglyng reimes, to brall vpon his whan.
Wherin you lost your honest name, you could not lose muche more:
Thus are you put to open shame, and haue no thanke therfore.
Go showe your coūcell on by on what gain you here haue got:
Herman wil helpe to rowe you hom, good syr nowe take your botte.
Nowe trudge a waye feare gentill beast, and kycke no more at me:
And let them lyue in peace and rest, that thinkes no harme to the.
Thus here I take my leaue from you, wishing for grace and healthe:
To kepe my prince from all his foes, & eke ye cōun wealth
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