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120 fertile oyle, caught holde, and bitte treyght: aying. The great loue I beare you (quoth hee) dear brethren myne, for that I haue been bredde, fedde, and brought vp in this Lake, euen to crooked age, maketh me truly to pittie yee, and ure I am and will be ready to doe yee any good I can. Therefore in my opinion (and yee will be ruled by mee) you hall doe bet to gette you hence, and tarye not their comming, for they wyll pare none: all is fihe that commeth to nette with them. And bicaue I am practifed in the worlde (as he that goeth in euery place) I can tel you there are a thouand places fairer than this, better, and a cleerer water, and were marueyloulye more for your profite and healthes: and if ye be contented, I wyll tell you where and how. All at once yeelded to him, and greatly commended him, (O foolihe fihies to beleeue uch a beat) prayinge him to dipatche the matter wyth as much celeritie as might be. He willed then ome of them to get vnder his pinions, and to hold fail with their billes by the fethers of his tayle, and o to trayne them on, hee diued o farre vnder water that they might conueniently faten themelues in order to flie with the Fowle. And when they were mounted on his backe he tooke his flyht fayre and oftlye to the toppe of one of thoe high mountaynes,