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Of an assaute agaynst a snayle.

The woman speketh with hardy courage
Go out of this place thou ryght vgly beest
Whiche of the vynes the burgenynges doost ete
And buddes of the trees/ bothe more and leest
In dewy mornynges agaynst the wete

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Out of this place or I shall the sore bete
With my dystaffe betwene thyn hornes twayne
That it shall soune in to the realme of spayne

The men of armes with fyers countenaunce.
Horryble snayle lyghtly thy hornes doune laye
And frome this place out fast loke that thou rynne
Or with our sharpe wepons we shall the fraye
And take the castell that thou lyest in
We shall the fley out of thy skynne
And in a dysshe with onyons and peper
We shall the dresse/ and with strenge vyneyger.
There was neuer yet ony lombarde
That dyde the ete in suche maner of wyse
And breke we shall thy house so stronge and harde
Wherfore gete the hens by our aduyse
Out of this place of so ryche edyfyse
We the requyre yf it be thy wyll
And lete vs haue this toure that we come tyll.

The snayle speketh
I am a beest of ryght grete myruayle
Vpon my backe my hous reysed I bere
I am neyther flesshe ne bone to auayle
As well as a grete oxe two hornes I were
yf that the armed men proche me nere
I shall them soone vaynquysshe euerychone
But they dare not for fere of me alone.