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cause_n	great_a	king_n	war_n	4,472	5	6.2395	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03504	The strange, vvonderfull, and bloudy battell betweene frogs and mise the occasion of their falling out: their preparation, munition, and resolution for the warres: the seuerall combats of euery person of worth; with many other memorable accidents. Interlaced with diuers pithy and morall sentences, no lesse pleasant to be read, then profitable to be obserued. Couertly decyphering the estate of these times. Paraphrastically done into English heroycall verse by W.F. C.C.C.; Battle of the frogs and mice. English.	Fowldes, William.; Homer, attributed name.	1603 (1603)	STC 13626; ESTC S104175	24,963	64

for his death which was their Kings sole care Yet like fell Lions vnto anger bent A black reuenge within their minds they sware With comfortable words they cheare their King Which somewhat did abate his sorrowing Hope of reuenge did so his stomacke pricke Now he is strong againe which erst was sicke His messengers dispatched are apace To all the hungrie corners in his land Commaunding all his subiects in short space At Court before his Maiestie to stand To learne his pleasure for his wofull sonne Whō the proud King of Frogs to death had don Whose corps lie buried in the rolling waue Wanting a royall Hearse as Princes haue The time no sooner came when eu'ry Mouse Of any office calling or degree In his owne person at the kings great House Before his Maiestie should present be But all the Lords knights squires gentle Mise Resort to Court before the sunne did rise The basest Mouse that had a tayle behinde Posted apace to know his Graces minde Within the Court assembled were the States And each one seated in his due degree The Commons stayed at the Palace gates Yet where they might the King both heare and see Then presently his Maiestie came downe Clad like a mourner in a murry gowne And from his throne though grief had made him weake Yet angry for his sonne thus did he speake Stout Peeres braue Nobles and my Captaines tall And you kinde subiects to your louing King Though to my part these mischiefes onely fall Which from my drearie eyes sad teares do bring Yet to you all this dammage doth belong For Kings mishap to subiects is a wrong I like a father you like friends complaine Since cursed Frogs my sonne your Prince haue slaine Great are the cares attend vpon a throne And most misfortunes sit in Caesars lap Then who so wretched as poore I alone Predestinate to nothing but mishap Once happie in three children borne to me As pretty Mise as euer man did see But Fortune glad to tryumph in my woe Hath brought my sorrow with their ouerthrow For first the eldest scarce was two months old When playing like a wanton vp and downe A griefly Cat the yong Mouse did behold And quickly caught him by the tender crowne Betweene whose cruell iawes my sonne did die Without remorse deuoured traytrously A Stygian Butcher knowne vnto you all Whose teeth asunder teare both great and small My sonne next him a litle noble Mouse Too ventrous far to liue O griefe to tell Hunting for food within a Farmers house Into an engyne made of wood he fell Inuented by mans arte and policie To crush and murther all our Progenie There louing Subiects dy'de my second child With rigour massacred with craft beguild And now my third my last beloued sonne But best beloued sonne of all the three With whom my ioyes do end my life is done Most deare to his Queene-mother and to me In whom decayes the issue of my blood Ay me lies buried in the raging flood Betrayd and drowned by the Frogs fell King To whom my sword sad elegies shall sing Then quickly arme your selues to armes he cries Fight for your King and Countrey without feare Pursue the Frogs your cursed enemies And gard your selues with helmet shield and speare With courage shew your valour and your might The day is ours for Iove still aydes the right Braue Lords kind subiects fight couragiously God and Saint Gertrude graunt vs victory The King in anger here did make an end And presently dismissed all the crue Which all their studie and endeuours bend That black reuenge and battell might ensue The Kings sad wordes did stirre them vp so farre That nought they talke of now but bloudie war And euery Mouse from greatest to the least Prepares such weapons as will 〈◊〉 them best And first for legs these neuer daunted Mise Warlike habiliments in haste prouide Garded with huskes of pease O rare deuice As though with boots or start-vps they would ride Whose policie if this our age would trie So many maymed soldiers should not die For they which lose their legges doe lack their might Nor can they fly nor stoutly stand to fight Next with a corslet they defend the heart Not made of steele but of an old straw-hat With which before they did award that part Against the forces of the greedy Cat A piece of leather on their backe they don Which serues in stead of an habergion The bottome of a candlestick doth stand For target or a buckler in their hand Small brazen pinnes they brandish like a speare And tosse their needles like strong pikes about A walnut shell for helmet they doe beare After that they had eate the kernell out And thus they march to fight that bloudy fray Vaunting in armour and their proud array For weapons vnto force fresh courage bring A Mouse in armes doth thinke himselfe a king But when the trumpe of iron-winged Fame Had sounded to the Frogs this bad report Out of the water in great troopes they came And on the shore together do resort There to determine what the cause should be Of these strange warres and sudden mutinie Their dread encreaseth by each brute they heare For feare of vnknown things breeds greater feare Whiles thus they stand perplexed and afraid A Herald bold of Armes they might descry Eat-cheese Tyroglyphus which not dismaid Dare stoutly to their face the Frogs defie Whom noble Embasichytros begot That slily creepeth into eu'ry pot He bearing in his hand a regall mace Thus to the Frogs did speake in great disgrace To you disloyall Frogs that hunt for blood And to your King that wrought our Princes fall Drowning his body in the raging flood Whose death to heauen doth for vengeance call To you I come sad messenger of woe From angry Mise which wish your ouerthrow And here in all their names and from our King A flat defiance to base Frogs I bring Warres hostile warres accursed traytrous Frogs Heere I denounce and spit within your face Damned deceitfull wretches from your bogs We will abolish your detested race Then arme your selues for vengeance we wil take Vpon all Frogs for our braue princes sake If courage in your crauen hearts doth dwell Meet vs in open field and so farewell When he had said these words as in disdayne Scorning an answere from the Frogs to beare Forthwith he posted to the Mise againe Whose message put the Frogs in mighty feare Yet feare breeds wrath wrath kindles courage more That now windes rage which erst were calme before The King then rising frō his chaire of state Grauely their valours thus did animate Lords Nobles gallant Frogs and all the Trayne Which heere attend to know our royall will Subiects nay more then Subiects in our raigne For we are fellowes and compartners still Vexe not your mindes all clouds do beare no raine Nor in proud brags true valour doth