¶What horson woldest thou have mee |
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Diuisy
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Be trussed up in stede of thee |
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¶ye by god, but euen for a saye |
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Iniury
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That I might lerne of you to know the playe. |
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¶To play horson, what menist thou by that |
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diuisiō.
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¶By god me thought euen now ye were in a snare |
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Iniuri.
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Or els an huntyng to catche an hare |
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But harke I say, do togither and spell |
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Beware euer amonge of the frery clarkes bell. |
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¶It is doubtfull to me all that thou spekest |
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I pray thee spell it thyself & tell me what thou me⸗ |
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¶But woldest thou nedes to fayne know it (nest |
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Iniuri.
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I tell thee with Albion and Justyce I am knyt |
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Therfore it were wysdome for thee |
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To beware what thou sayest before mee |
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¶What horeson then thou hast forsaken mee. |
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Diuisiō.
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¶Nay I had leuer ye were skynned all three |
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Iniuri.
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For I haue turned the wronge syde of my hode |
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And tolde them my name was manhode |
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And now by god in any wyle |
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For both our eases I must haue thyne aduyse. |
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¶What hast thou now chaunged thyne olde copy. |
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Diuisiō.
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To Justyce and Albion to be a comen hoby, |
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Or art thou a ferde of thy olde name |
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That in euery place is had in fame |
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And is supported in such suffrentie |
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From the lowest unto the hyest Degree. |
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¶Nay by god I was not aferd |
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Iniuri.
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It was but for to claw theyr berde |
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Or rub it of all that they ment |
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That I myght know all theyr intent |
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Wherof the matter is to longe to tell |
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For the tyme that we dyd mell |
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But shortly to them thee for a conclusyon. |
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There |
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