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 AND THE SLAE, 33 LXIV. Then Will as angry as an ape, Ran ramping, swearing, rude and rape, Saw he none other shift ; He wald not want an inch of will, Whether it did him gude or ill, For thirty of his thrift: He wald be foremost in the field, And master, if lie might; Yea, he should rather die than yield, Though Reason had the right; Shall he now, make me now His subject or his slave, No, rather my faither Shall quick gang to his grave. LXV. I hecht him, while my heart is heal, To perish first, ere he prevail, Come after what so may ; uoth Reason doubt you not indeed, You hit the nail upon the head, It shall be as you say: Suppose you spur for to aspire, Your bridle wants a bit : ſ'hat mare may leave you in the mire As sicker as you sit; Your sentence, repentance, Shall learn you I believe, And auger you langer, When you that practic prieve.