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B00463	The fabulous tales of Esope the Phrygian, compiled moste eloquently in Scottishe metre by Master Robert Henrison, & now lately Englished. ; Euery tale moralized most aptly to this present time, worthy to be read..; Aesop's fables. English. Selections. 1577	Aesop.; Henryson, Robert, 1430?-1506?; Smith, Richard, fl. 1587.	1577 (1577)	STC 186.5; ESTC S90053	52,310	130

soone kneeled on their knee Where is the Mare sir Tod was contumax Then Laurence sayd my Lorde aske not mee Demaund of your Doctor of Diuinitie With his redde Cap can tell you well inough With that the Lion and all the rest lough Tell on the case now Laurence let vs heare This witty Wolf quoth he this Clerke of age On your behalf he bad the Mare to appeare And so she alledged hir priuiledge Come neare and see and you shall haue your wage Bycause he red hyr respit playne and we le Yonder red bonnet she raught him with hir heele The Lion sayd by yon cap I see then This tale is true who heede vnto it takes The greatest Clerkes are not the wysest men The hurt of one happy the other makes As they were talking of these mery knakes And all the Court in mirth and in gam In comes the Ewe the mother of the Lam. Before the Iustice on hir knees she fell Put out hir playnt on this wise wofully This Harlot bore son and this hound of hell Deuoured hath my Lambe full doggedly Within a mile contrary to your crie For Gods loue my Lorde giue me the lawe Of this lurker with that Laurence let draw Byde quoth the Lion limmer let vs see If it be sothe the silly Yewe hath sayde A ha soueraigne Lord please your grace quoth he My purpose was with him for to haue playde And causles he fledde as he had bene affrayde For dreade of death ouer a hedge with mischief And brake his necke thou lies quoth she false thief His death by practise may be proued ●ith Thy gory gums and thy blondy snoute The wooll the flesh it stickes in thy teeth That is euidence inough without doubte The Iustice bid choose the quest then about And so they did and found that he was false Of murther theft and treason alse They bound him fast the Iustice bad beliue To giue the dome and take of all his claes The Wolf that new made Doctor gan him shryne So forth was led and to the Gallowes him haes And at the ladder foote his leaue he taes The Ape was hangman and bid him soone ascend And trussed him vp and thus he made his end Moralitie RIght as the miner in his mynerall Fayre gold with fire may from the lead wel win Right so vnder a Fable figurall Sad sentences may seeke and after fine As dayly doth the Doctors of deuine That to our liuing full well can apply And paynt the matter out with Poetry The Lion is the world by likelynesse To whom bowes both Emperour and King And thinks of this worlde to get increase Minding dayly for to get more liuing Some for to rule and some to racke and ring Some gathereth geare some gold some other good To win this world some worke as they were wood The Mare is men of good condition As pilgrims walking in this wildernesse Approuing that for right religion Their God only to please in euery place Abstract from this worldes wretchednesse Fighting with lust presumption and pryde And from this worlde in minde are mortifide This Wolf I liken to sensualitie As when like brutall beastes we do accord Our mindes all to this worldes vanitie Liking take and loue it as our Lord Flee fast therfore if thou wilt right remord Then shall reason rayse raigne and ring And for thy soule there is no better thing Hir hoofe I liken to the thought of dead Wilt thou remember man that thou must die Thus mayst thou breake sensualities head And fleshly lust away fro thee shall flie Assoone as thou thy minde doest mortifie Salomons saying thou must remember herein Thinke on thy end thou shalt not gladly sinne This Tod I lyken to temptations Bringing to minde many thoughts vayne Assaulting man with sweete perswasions And ready for to trap them in a trayne Yet if thou set sensualitie neare slayne And sodeyn death draw neare with pangs sore They quickly goe and tempteth them nomore O mediator mercyfull and meeke Thou soueraigne Lord and King celestiall Thy mercies most humbly we beseeke Vs to defende fro payne and perils all And helpe vs vp to thy heauenly hall In glory where we may see the face of God And thus endes the talking of the Tod FINIS ¶ The wofull tale of the playntife Dogge agaynst the poore Sheepe before Iustice Wolfe ESopt a tale puts in memory How that a Dogge bicause that he was poore Called a sheepe to the Consistory For certayne bread fro him for to recouer A crafty Wolfe was Iudge that time and boore Auctoritie and Iurisdiction And for the sheepe sent foorth a strayte summon For by the vse and course and common style On this maner made his citation I master Wolf partlisse of fraude and guyle Vnder the paynes of hie suspension Of great cursing and interdiction Sir sheepe I chardge thee for to appeere And answere to Perry Dogge before me heere Sir Corby Rauen was made a parratour Who picked had full many sheepes eye The chardge he taketh and on the letters boure Summond the Sheepe before the Wolf that he Peremptorly within twoo dayes or three To appeare vnder the paynes in the bill To heare what Perry dogge will say thee til The summons made before witnesse inowe The Rauen as to his office well offerth Indorsed hath the writte and on he flewe The silly sheepe for sorow durst lay no mouth on erth Till he before the lawfull iudge apperth The houre of cause whiche that iudge vsed than Was when Hesperus to shewe his face began The Foxe was Clerke and notary in the cause The Kight and the Crow at the barre could st●● As Aduocates expert in the lawes The Dogges to pleade togither tooke in hand Whiche were con●ederate straytly in a band Against the sheepe for to procure sentence Though it were false they had no conscience The Clerke called the Sheepe and he was there The Aduocates on this wise could propone Of certayne bread worth fiue shillings or mere Thou owes the Dogge of whiche the terme is go●● Of his owne head without Aduocate alone The sheepe innocently gaue answere in this case Here I appeale fro the Iudge the time the place This is my cause I will shewe in effect The lawe sayes it is right perilous To enter in plea before a iudge suspect And you sir Wolf haue bene full odious To me for with your tuskes rauenous Haue stayne full many kinsmen of mine Therfore as iudge suspect fro you I do decline And to be brief of this court ye members all Both Assessors Clerkes and Aduocate To me and mine are enimies mortall And ay hath bene as many Sheperds wate The place I suspect the time is very late Wherefore no Iudge should sit in Consistory So late at euen I you accuse for thy When that the Iudge on this wise was accused He bad the parties choose with one assent Two arbitrators as in the lawe is vsed For to declare and giue arbitrement

face Euen where I lay he came a sturdy pace And sayd God speede my sonne and I was fayne Of that good woorde and of his company With reuerence I answerd him agayne Welcome father and he sate downe me by Displease you not my good master though I Demaund your byrth your faculty and nome Why ye come here or where ye dwell at home My sonne sayd he I am of gentill bloud My natiue land is Rome withouten nay In that towne first to the scholes I yeude ▪ In ciuill lawe studied full many a day And now my wonning is in heauen for ay Esope I hight my writyng and my warke Is kend and knowen to many a cunning clarke O master Esope Poete Lawreat God wote ●e are full decre welcome to me Are ye not he that all the Fables wrate Whiche in effect suppose they fayned be Are full of prudence and Moralitie Fayre Sonne sayd he I am the self same man God wote if that my hart was mery than I sayd Esope my master venerable I you beseech most intierly Ye would not deyne to tell a prety fable Concluding with a good Moralitie Shaking his head he sayd my sonne let be What doth it profite to tell a fayned tale When holy preachyng may nothing auayle Now in this worlde my thinke right few or non Vnto Gods worde that hath deuotion The eare is deaf● the hart is hard as ston Now open sinne without any correction The hart enclining to the earth adowne So rusted is this world with canker blake That now my tales may little succour make Yes gentle sir sayd I for my request Not to displease your fatherhead I pray Vnder the figure of some brutall beast A morall Fable that ye would dayne to say Who knoweth not I may learne and beare away Something thereby hereafter may auayle I graunt quoth he and thus begins his tale The ende of the Prologue and here begins the Tale. A Lion at his pray was ouerrunne To recreate his limmes and to rest Beking his breast and belly at the Sunne Vnder a tree lay in the fayre forrest Then comes there a trip of myce out of their nest Right mery and glad all daunsing in their guise And ouer the Lion vaulted twise or thryse He lay so still the Myse weare not afeard But to and fro ore him tooke their trace Some twirled at the muchachos of his beard And some spared not to clawe him on the face Merry and glad thus daunced they a space Till at the last the noble Lion wooke And with his paw the master mouse he tooke She gaue a crie and all the rest agast Their dauncing left and hyd them soone elswhere She that was tane cried and wept full fast And sayd alas the time that I came here Now am I tane a wofull prysonere And for my gilte must byde incontinent Of life or death to heare the iudgement Then spake the Lion to that carefull mous Thou caytife wretch and vile vnworthy thing Ouer malapert and eke presumptuous Thou wert to make out ouer me thy tripping Knewest thou not I was both Lord and King Of beasts all yes quoth the mouse I know But I wist not bicause y● lay so lowe Lord I beseech thy kingly royalty Heare what I say and take in patience Consider first my simple pouertie And then thy might and hie magnificence See also how things done of negligence Neither of malice nor of presumption The rather should haue grace and remission We were replete and had great aboundance Of all things such as to vs belonged The sweete season prouoked vs to daunce And make such myrth as nature to vs ●earned Ye lay so still as though ye had bene strangled That by my soule we wend ye had bene dead Els would we not haue daunced ore your head Thy false excuse the Lion sayd agayne Shall not auayle one whit I to thee say I put the case I had bene dead or slayne And so my skinne bene stopped full of hay Though thou had found my figure in the way Bicause it bare the print of my persone Thou shouldst for feare on knees haue falen downe For thy trespas thou can make no defence My noble person this to vilepend Of thy fellows nor thy owne negligence For to excuse thou can no cause pretend Therefore thou suffer shalt a shamefull end And death such as to treason is decreed Vpon the gallowes all hanged but the head ▪ Nay mercy Lord now at thy grace I aske As thou art King of all beasts coronate Asswage thy wrath and let it ouerpasse And make thy minde to mercy inclinate I graunt offence is done to thyne estate Wherefore I worthy am as now to die But if thy kingly mercy pardon me ▪ In euery Iudge mercy and ruth should ●e As assessors and Colaterall Without mercy iustice is cruelty As sayed is in the lawes speciall When rigour sittes in the trybunall The equitie of law who may susteyne Right few or none least mercy go betweene Also ye know the honour triumphall Of all victory vpon the strength depends Of his conquest whiche manfully in battell Throwe ieopardy of warre long defends What pryce or prayse when the battayle ends Is sayd of him that ouercomes one man Himselfe to defend whiche neyther may nor can A thousand myse to kill and eke deuoure Is litle manhood to a strong Lion Full little worship shall ye winne therefore To whose strength is no comparison It will appayre some part of your renoume To slay a mouse whiche may make no defence But asking mercy at your excellence Also it seemes not your celfitude Whiche vses dayly meates delicious To file your teeth or lippes with any bloud Whiche to your stomacke is contagious Vnholsome meate also is a sory mous And that namely vnto a strong Lion Wont to be fedde with gentill venison My life is little warth my death is lesse Yet and I li●e I may p●raduenture Supply your highnesse being in distresse For oft is seene a man of small stature Rescued hath a Lord of great honour That was beset and in poynt ouerthrowne ●hrow misfortune such case may be your owne When this was sayd the Lion his language Pawsed and thought according to reason And made mercy his cruell yre asswage And to the mouse graunted remission Opened his paw and she on knees fell downe And both hir hands vnto the heauen heild Crying almighty God your grace euer sheild When she was gone the Lion went to hunt For he had naught but liued by his pray And slewe both tame and wilde as he was wont And in the countrey made many a great fray Till at the last the people fond the way This cruell Lion how that they mought take So of Hempon cordes strong nets can they make And in a lane where be was wont to ryn With ropes rude fro tree to tree they hing So cast a ring without wood and within With hornes fast blowing and hounds crying The Lion fledde

head feete and tayle ye must stretch out Hang forth your tong and cloze your eyne tway And see your head on a harde place ye lay And doubte ye no perill that may appeere But hold you close when that the Carle comes neere And though ye see a staffe haue ye no doubte But holde you wounders still in that steede And looke your tyne be close as they were out And see that ye shrinke neyther foote nor head Then will the hoorson Carle trow ye be dead And so in hast will take you by the heeles As he did me and swinge you in his creeles Now quoth the Wolfe I sweare thee by my thrift I feare the Carrier carle he will me beare Sir sayd the Foxe on lofte he will you lift Vpon his creeles and do him little deare But one thing sothly I dare to you sweare Get ye that herring in some place sicker Ye shall not neede go a fishing more while Easter I shall say in principio ouer you And crosse your corps fro top to the fa Wend when you will I dare warrant you That ye shall die no sudden death this day With that the Wolfe girt him vp and away And cast a compasse before the Carrier farre So layd him downe in the way or he came na●●e He layd the side of his head both hard and sadde So stretcht his forefeete fro him and his head And hang his tong forth as the Foxe him bad Also still he lay as he had bene dead Caring nothing of the Carles fauour nor fewd But euer vpon the neckherring he thinkes And quite forgets the Foxe and all his wrinkes With that the Carrier wauering as the winde Came riding on the lode for it was light Thinking on the Foxe that was behinde Vpon what wise reuenged on him he might And at the last on the Wolfe he hath the sight Where be in length lay stretched in the gate But if he lighted downe or not God wate Softly he sayd I was beguyled once Be I beguyld twice I be shrewe vs bathe That euill now shall light vpon thy bones He should haue had it that hath done me the skath On hie he lifted the staffe for he was wrath And ●it him with such will vpon the head That we●neere he sowned to the dead Three battes he bore or he his feete might finde But yet the Wolf was wight and ran away He might not see he was so very blinde Nor wit readily whether it were night or day The Foxe beheld that seruice where he lay And le●ght aloft when he the Wolf so sees Both deafe and stonnishst fall sowning on his knees He that with reason cannot be content But couetes all is likely all to lose The Foxe when that he saw the Wolf was shent Sayd to himself these herrings with me goes I lye or els he after got blowes That found such wayes his maister for to greeue With all the fish thus Laurence tooke his leeue The Wolf he was welneere done to dead That vneth with his life away he ran ▪ With the Bastianado broken was his head The Foxe into his denne soone drew him than That had betrayed his maister and the man The one wanted the herrings out of his creeles The others bloud it ranne downe by his heeles Moralitie THis tale is mingled with Moralitee As I shall shew somewhat or that I cease The Foxe vnto the world may li●●ned ●ee ▪ The rauening Wolfe vnto man but lease The Carrier death whom all men do oppresse That euer tooke life through course of kinde must die As man and beast and fowles aloft that flie The world ye wo●e is steward to the man Whiche maketh him haue no minde of dead But settes for winnyng all the craftes be ●an ▪ The herring I liken vnto the gold so r●ad Whiche made the Wolfe in perill put his ●ead Right so the golde maketh ●andes and cit●ies With warre be wasted dayly as men sees And as the Foxe dissembling with guyle Made the Wolf weene to haue worship for euer Right so this worlde with ●ayneglory for a while Flattereth with folke as they should die neuer ▪ Yet suddenly men seeth it oft disseuer With them that thinkes to ●ll at length the se●ke Death comes behind and ●●ps them by the neeke The getting of golde makes many so blinde That settes on auari●● theyr fe●●citce That they forget the Carrier comes behinde To strike them off what ●●a●e so ere they bee What is more darke than blinde prosperiter Wherefore I councell ●●●che men to haue minde Of the Neckherring interprete in this kinde FINIS The excellent tale of the wyly Laurence Foxe that beguylde the couetous crafty Wol●e with the shadow of the Moone IN elder dayes as Esope can de●lare There was a husband man which had a ●low to ●●eare His vse was a● in morning to rise rare So it happened him in stirring tyme of year● Early in the morning to follow forth his fear● Vnto the psough only his gadman and he His Oxen he blessed with Be●●dicite The driuer cryed hop ho●● on height Well drawen my dow●es so spake them fayre The Oxen were lusty yong and light And for fearcenesse they layde the forrow for fayre The husbande then wore angry as a hare So cried and cast his pattell and great stones The Wolfe quoth ●e mought haue y● all at ones But yet the Wolfe was neerer than he wen● For in a bush he lay and ▪ Laurence bathe Among rough sh●ub was at the ●urrowes end And heard the height then Laurence ●aught full rath To take yo●d offer quoth ●e it were no s●ath Well quoth the Wolfe I hold thee her● my hand The Carles woorde as he were king shall stand The Oxen waxte more rul● at the last So after they lowsed when it was somewhat late The husband homeward with his ●attell p●st Then soone the Wolfe came hopping in his gate Before the Oxen and shope to make debate The husband saw him and was somewhat agast And backwarde with his beasts would haue past The Wolfe sayd whether dryues thou this pray I chaleng● it ▪ for none of them are thine The ma● ther●at was in a fellon fray And soberly to the Wolfe answered sine Sir by my soule these Oxen are all mine Therefore I●nuse now why y● should stop me Considering I neuer offended ▪ you truly The Wolfe sayd Carle didst thou not giue this drift Early when thou was earing ●n you banke And is ther● any thing mor● fr●er than gift This ●arrying will lose thee a● thy thank● Far better ●is freely for to giue a planke Nor be compelled by force to giue a mart Fye on that gift that comes not with good hart Sir quoth the husband a man may say in greefe A woorde and call againe if he aduise and see I promise to ste●le am I therefore a theefe God forbid si● all heights should holden bee Gaue I my hand or obligation quoth he Or haue ye witnesse or wryting