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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

Whether the Sheepe should answere in iudgement Before the Wolf and so they did agree Of whome the names ye shall shortly see The Beare and Brocke the matter tooke in hand For to decyde if this exception Was of no force or lawfully might stand And therevpon as Iudges they sate doune And helde along while disputation Seeking full many decrees of the lawe And glozes also the veritie to knaw Of Ciuill law volumes full many they reuolue The Codies and Digesters new and olde Contrait prostrait argumentes they resolue Some obiecting and some gan holde For prayer or pryce trow ye they would be controld But holde the glose ▪ and text of the decreis As true Iudges I beshrew them ay that leis Shortly to make an end of this debate The arbytratours thus they swearen playne The sentence giuen and processe fulminate The Sheepe should passe before the Wolf againe And end his plea then was he nothing fayne For fro this sentence could he not appeale Now Clerkes I aske if this sentence were wea●● The sheepe againe before the Wolf appeard Without Aduocate abashedly could stand Vp rose the Dogge and to the Iudge thus sweard A summe I payd to him before in hand For certaine bread a witnesse here doth stand That wrongfully the sheepe doth holde the bread Whiche he denide and there began to plead And when the sheepe this strife had contestate The iustice in the cause forth gan proceede Laurence the actes and the processe wrate And thus the plea vnto the ende they speede This cursed court corrupted all for meede Against good fayth law and eke conscience For this false Dogge pronounced the sentence And so forthwith put it in execution The Wolf charged the sheepe without delay Vnder the paynes of interdiction The summe of siluer or the bread to pay Of this sentence alas what shall I say Whiche condemned hath the silly innocent And iustified the wrongfull iudgement The sheepe dreading more the execution Obeying to the sentence he could take His way vnto a marchaunt of the towne And solde the woolle that he bore on his backe So bought the bread and to the Dogge can make Ready payment as it commaunded was So naked and bare to the fielde can pas Moralitie THis selly sheepe may represent the figure Of poore commons that dayly are opprest By tyrannous men whiche settes all their cure By false meanes to make a wrong conquest In hope this present life should euer lest But all beguyld they will in shorte tyme end And after death to lasting paynes ▪ wend. This Wolf I liken to a Shryue stout Which byeth a forfayte at the Kings hand And hath with him a cursed assise about And endites all the poore men vpon land Or if the Baylife hath layd on him his wand Though he were true as euer were S. Iohn Hangd shall he be or with the iudge compone This Rauen I lyken to a false Coroner Whiche hath a portion of the inditement And passes forth before the Iusticiair All misdoers to bring vnto Iudgement But looke if he was of any true intent To scrape out Iohn and wryte in Will or Wat And take a brybe at both how like ye that Of this false Tod of whiche I spake before And of this fight what they mought signifie Of their nature as now I speake no more But of this Sheepe and of his carefull crie I shall rehearse for as I passed by Where that he lay I chanced to looke downe And heard him make fore lamentation Alas quoth he this cursed consistory In middes of winter now a dayes is made When Boreas with blastes bitterly And harde frostes the floures downe can fade On bankes bare now may I make no bade And with that woorde into a bushe he crap Fro colde weather and frostes him to hap Quaking for colde sore mourning ay among Cast vp his eye vnto the heauens hight And sayd Lord God why sleeps thou so long Walke and discerne my cause grounded on right See how I am by fraude mastery and slight Pilled full bare and so is many a one Now in this worlde right wonder wo begone See how this cursed sonne of couetice Bought hath the Lawier and ●ke the lawe Now few or none will execute Iustice In fault of whom the poore man is ouerthrow The verity suppose the iudge it know He is so blinded with affection Without dread for might he lets the right go downe Seest thou not Lorde this world ouerturnde is And who will change good Gold in Lead or Tinne The poore is pulled the Lord may do no mis And Simony is holden for no sinne Now is he glad with craft that most may winne Good neighbourhood is slaine and pitty is ago Alas good Lord why lets thou it be so Thou lets it thus be for our great offence Thou sendes vs trouble and plagues sore As hunger dearth great warre or pestilence But fewe amendes now their life therefore We poore people as now may do no more But pray to thee since that we are opprest Here in this earth graunt vs in heauen good rest FINIS ¶ The exemplatiue tale of the Lion and the Mouse With the Authors Prologue before IN mids of Iune that sweete season Whē that fayre Phebus with his beames bright Had dryed vp the dew fro dale and downe And al the land ●ade with his beames light In a morning betwixt midday and night I rose and put all slouth and sleepe aside And to a wood I went alone without guyde Sweete was the smell of floures white and redde The noyse of byrdes right delicious The Beuis ●ong right aboue my head The ground growing with grasse gratious Of all pleasaunce that place was plenteous With sweete odours and byrdes hatmony The mornyng milde my mirth was more for thy The Roses redde growing on bankes could ryse The Prymerose Violet purple and blake To heare it was a heauenly Paradise Such myrth the Mauis and the Merle could make The blossoms braue brake vp in banke and brake The smell of hearbes and of the fowles cry Contending who should haue the victory Me to conserue fro the Sunnes heate Vnder the shadow of a Hawthorne greene I layde me downe among the floures sweate So cladde my head and closed both myne eyne On sleepe I fell among these byrdes fine And in my dreame me thought came through the feld The fayrest man that euer I beheld His gowne was of a cloth as whyte as milke His Iacket was of chamlet purpure browne His hood of Scarlet brod●red well with silke And hangyng wise vnto his girdle downe His bonnet rounde of the olde fashion His bearde was whyte his eyne were great and gray With lockes of heares which on his shoulders lay A roll of paper in his hand he bare A Swans penne stickyng vnder his eare An inkehorne with a pretty gilt pennayre A bagge of silke all at his gyrdle beare Thus was he goodly girded in his geare Of statu●e large and with a fearfull

and Beef layde in chardgers great Yea Lordes fare thus could they counterfeat Except one thing they dranke the water cleare In steede of wine but yet they made good cheere With face vp cast and mery countenaunce The eldest sister spake vnto hir gest If that she by reason fond difference Betwixt that chamber and hir sory nest Yea dame quoth she how long wil this lest For euermore I wote and longer to If it be so ye are at case quoth shoe To all this cheere a banquet forth shee brought A plate of grotes and a dishe of meale Ote cakes also I trow she spared nought Abundantly about hir for to deale And manfully so she brought in steede of geill A white candle out of a coffer stale In steede of spice to taste their mouths withall This made they mery while they might no more All hayle all hayle cried she on hie Yet after ioy oft times comes matter sore And trouble after great prosperitie Thus as they sate in all their iolitie The spencer comes with keyes in his hand Opened the dore and them at dinner fande They taried not to washe as I suppose But on to go who that mought formost winne The towne mouse had an hole and in she goes Hir sister had no hole to hide hir in To see that selly mouse it were great sinne So desolate there and harde bestead For very dred she fell in fowne neare dead But as God would it fell an happy case The Spencer had no leysure for to byde Nother to seeke nor search to ●●ere ne chase But on he went and left the dore vp wide This bolde Burges this passing well hath spied Out of hir hole she came and cried on hie How fare ye sister crie peep where ere ye be This rurall mouse lay flatling on the ground For feare of death she was full sore dredand For to hir hart strake many wofull sound As in a feuer she trimbled foote and hand And when hir sister in such plight her fand For very pitty she began to weepe So comforted hir with woordes hony and sweete Why lie ye thus ryse vp my sister deare Come to your meate this perrill is or epast The other answered hir with heauy cheare I may not eate so sore I am agast I had leuer this fortie dayes to fast With water porrage and to gnaw beanes or pease Than all your feast in this dread and desease With faire treaty yet she made hir ryse And to the boord they went and togither sate And scantly had they dronken once or twyse When in came Gib hunter our ioly Cat And bad Godspeede the Burges vp with that And till hir hole she went as fire of flint But Gilbert the other by the backe has hint From foote to foote he cast hyr so with pusshes Now vp now downe now suffer hir to creepe Now would he let her run vnder the rushes Now would he winke and play with hir bo peep Thus to the silly mouse he did paynes grete Whyles at the last thorow fortune and good hap Betwixt a bord and the wall she crap And vp in hast behinde the cloth paynted She clam so hie that Gilbert might not get hir There by the cludges craftely she hanged Till he was gone hir cheare was all the better So downe she lap when there was none to let her And to the Burges mouse lowde can she crie Fare well fayre sister thy feastes here I defie Thy feastings are filled all with care Thy guyse is good th end is sower as gall The subchardge of thy seruices is fayre fare So that thou finde hereafter warde no fall I thanke you curtaines and you purple wall Of my defence now from you cruell beast Almighty God keepe me fro such another feast Were I into the cabin that I came fro For weale nor wo should I neare come agayne With that she tooke hir leaue and forth can go Somtimes throw that corne somtimes throw the pla● When she was forth and free she was full fayne And merely marched vnto the moore I cannot tell how there she foore But I hearde say she passed to hir denne As warme as woll suppose it was not great Full well stuffed at eche side and ende With beanes and nuttes pease rye and wheat When euer she lust she had inough to cate In quiet and rest without any dread But to hir sisters feast nomore she yead Moralitie FRendes ye may finde and ye will take heede In this Fable a good Moralitie As fitches mingled are with noble seede So intermingled is aduersitie With earthly ioy so that no state is free Without trouble and some vexation As namely they whiche clime vp most hie That are not content with small possession Blessed be the simple life without dread Blessed be sober feast in quietie Who hath inough of no more hath he neede Though that it be little in quantitie Great aboundance and blinde prosperitie Ofttimes makes an euil conclusion The sweetest life therefore in this countrie Is a contented minde with small possession O wanton man that vsest for to feede Thy wombe and makes it a God to be Like to thy self I warne thee wele to dreede The Cat comes and to the mouse hies he What auayles than thy feast and royaltie With dreadfull hart and tribulation Best thing in earth therefore I say for me Is content in hart with small possession Thine owne fire is best my frende if thou take heede It warmes well and is worth gold to thee And Salomon sayth if that thou wilt reede Vnder the Heauen there cannot better bee Then for to be mery and liue in honesty Wherefore I may conclude by this reason Of earthly ioy it is the best degree A hart contented with small possession FINIS The pleasant tale of the Coc● and the Foxe how wyly beguyles him selfe THough brutall beasts be irrationall That is to say wanting discretion Yet euery man in their kinde naturall Hath many and diuers inclination The boystrous Beare the Wolf the wilde Lion The Foxe feyning crafty and cautelous The dogge to barke on nights and keepe the house So different they are in properties Vnknowen to man and so infinite In kinde hauing so fell diuersities My cunning is excluded for to endite Of them as now I purpose not to wryte A case I fand whiche fell this other day Betwixt a Fox and a Cock full gay A wydow dwelt in a cottage many dayes Whiche ernd hir foode with spinning on hir rocke And no more had forsoth as the Fable sayes Except of hennes she had a little flocke And them to keepe she had a iolly Cock Right couragious that to this widow ay Deuided the night and crowde before the day A little from this foresayd widdowes house A thorny thicket there was of greate defence Wherein a Foxe crafty and cautelous Made his abode and dayly residence Whiche to this widowe did great violence In picking of pultry bothe day and night And no way