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Rh thy waye to deale. Therefore I my elfe perwade thee now to tarie, and bidde thee not to go. She ayth true anwereth the Moyle. But hall I telle thee brother Ae? A impler beat in the worlde than thou, liueth not. Thou proceeded: imply like a good gooe. Thou caret for no more o thou haue three or fower thitels to gnaw vpon, and a little water to drinke erueth thy turne. I pray thee tell me: are there not in the Kinges Court many meaner in all conditions than I? if Fortune haue fauoured them why the goodyere hould he not alo fauour mee? if I had not manye times eene (ayde the Ae) a little Ae eate a great bundell of traw, I would yeelde to thee, and confirme thy opinion. But wotet thou what? a little Axe ouerthroweth a great Oke. The arrowes for the moft part touch the heigthes, and he that clymeth vp to the tops of trees, falling hath the greater brooe. But I ee deare brother Moyle thou haket thy heade at me, and that thou little forcet my wordes: and ure I were a great and monterous beat to perwade myelfe to obtayne that, which our Mother coulde neuer reache vnto. But ith it booteth not to perwade thee, and that thou art elfe willed and bent to goe to the Court, (compelled thereto by a naturall intinct, which for the mot part driueth euerie one headlonge