 | The Night Raven |  |
Quarell vpon debate.
Two chanc'd to fall at some dissention late,And waxing weary of their fond debate
VVherein (like fooles) law-money might be spent,
A gree'd to put it to arbitterment,
Each of an honest friend did make his choyse,
And bound themselues to their awarding voyce,
The arbitrators met to end the Iar,
And argu'd matters in a heate so far,
That knaue, and knaue betweene them both was delt,
And so from words, the force of fists they felt,
Their noses bled, their eies were blacke and blew,
As feirce a buffet fray, as ere you knew.
At length those twain they met for to make friends,
Came in, to heare their matter how it ends,
And what award they did intend to make.
Quoth th' arbitrators; Masters for your sake,
VVe met together, your debates to smother,
And very soundly we haue beate each other,
Now as your selues meane to be delt withall,
Take vp our matter, ere we end your brall,
VVe two that came your quarells to discusse,
Doe now want two to cese debate for vs.
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