 | To Rash Iudgement, Tom Foole, and his fellowes |  |
Two Cowards reconcyled by two Coosne'rs.
Two right Hare-harted coward Fooles,Would end their wrath with Cutlers tooles,
And two most shifting Knaues intends,
To make those Cowards louing friends:
One goes to th'one, and tell's him tother,
Vowes he doth loue him as his Brother;
And would a Supper on him spend:
That Cuppes of Sacke their strife might end,
The other Knaue, tould to'ther Gull;
His foe wept griefe his hart's so full,
To thinke vpon their falling out,
And he will goe ten myle about,
Before he would come neare the field:
Where they might chaunce be hurt or kill'd:
Which when the trembling Slaues did heare,
That stood of each in dreadfull feare,
Their faynting heats with ioye receiue,
And at their meeting both did striue,
Who in expence should most excell:
So Fooles grew friends, and Knaues far'd well,
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