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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

her story That truth may still preuayle with greater glory For as an Image drawne in white and black Though it be well proportioned with care If it do other comely colours lack To beautify the members head and haire Vnto the eye appeares not halfe so faire Nor with so much content doth fill the mind As that pourtrayd with colours in his kind Eu'n so a naked storie simply told Though cause be true and worthy due regard Doth not mens hearts with such affection hold Nor hath the outward sences so in gard As doth that matter which is well declar'd Adorned pleasantly with termes and arte Which pearcing th'row the eares doth moue the heart This knew the learned Poets all of yore This knew th' immortall Sages long agone VVhose works the wisest of our age adore Such store of wisdome in their bookes is shone Such pleasure vnto all offence to none Such graue precepts hid vnder fine deuice As eares and heart with wonderment surprise No fable sweet Philosophy contaynes VVithin the sacred volumes of her cell Dipt in the fount which from Pernassus straynes Whereas the thrice three Nymphes are said to dwel That Barbarisme and ignorance expell But vnder vaile deepe secrets doth vnfold Though bnt a tale by wanton Ouid told By wanton Ouid heauenly Poesie Pardon the rashnesse of my infant Muse That I a client to thy mysterie Should vnaduised by that word abuse And terme him wanton did no folly vse For though his Muse was wanton as he playned Yet Ouids life was chaste and neuer stayned Nor sung he alwayes in a wanton lay And penned pleasing ditties of blind fire Of deeper matters much could Ouid say As he whose soaring spirit mounted higher Than euer Poet after could aspire And saue the famous Homer chiefe of all The Prince of Poets may we Ouid call But neyther Homer Ouid nor the rest That euer tasted Aganippes spring Though but to write of fables they addrest VVhich to th' vnskilfull no contentment bring But with such arte and knowledge did them sing That in their volumes scarce appeares one lyne VVhich to the learned doth not seeme diuine No vice of youth no villayny of age No lewd behauiour of each degree But in the secret myst'ries of the sage And graue instructions of Philosophy Clad in the habit of sweet Poesie Is aptly cowched in some prety fable As well the learned to discusse are able And not alone are vices set to view And horrid plagues attending wickednesse But blessed vertue with the heauenly crew VVhich euer wayt vpon her worthynesse By them are pourtrayd forth with comlinesse The meanest fable Poet e're did make May stand as mirrour for example sake For proofe whereof read but this little booke VVith vnderstanding knowledge care and skill And thou shalt find presented to thy looke Such wit and learning from the Authours quill VVhich vnder fine inuentions meet thee still So pleasant obiects that occurre thine eyes As will thy soule with wonderment surprise And not alone shall pleasure thee awate As thou perusest what I now present Here thou shalt haue fit matter for eche state If thou consider what hereby is ment Then thinke thy time herein not idly spent Ponder with iudgemēt what thou read'st at leasure So may thy profit equallize thy pleasure Batrachomyomachia Or The Battell betweene Frogs and Mise YE thrice three daughters of immortall Ioue Boeotian Nimphs of Helicons sweet spring Bright lamps of honor shining frō aboue Where stil ye sit secure from enuies sting Guiding the sterne of learnings sacred lore Vouchsafe to guide my pen I you implore Your sweet consent conforme my tender brest While I adorne my verse as likes you best Deigne from your pleasant fountaynes of delight And euer-running Riuers of true skill Now to infuse sweet drops into my spright And heau'nly Nectar on my plants distill That they may grow like Bay which euer springs To bud the battels of two mighty Kings And all the world may know how strife did rife Betweene renowned Frogs and gallant Mise The antique deedes which wanton Ouid told To be perform'd by Gyants long agone When mighty hils together they inrold Thinking to pull the Thundrer from his throne Compared to these battels cannot be No more then brambles to the Caedar tree Whose lofty top dare check the heau'ns fayre eye When at midday he sits in maiestie In these approued souldiers of sterne Mars Manhood or Mars himselfe may seeme to dwell For with such valour they endur'd the warres That horrid death their courage could not quell Stout resolution in their foreheads stood Fighting like valiant hearts amid their blood And this alas did cause the mortall strife Whereby so many gallants lost their life The Kings owne sonne a Mouse of royall state Next heire by birth apparent to the Crowne Toyled with trauell flying from the Cat Vnto a pleasant brooke to drinke came downe Where couching low his body on the banke With great delight cold water there he dranke For though that gorged stomacks lothe strong drink Thirst makes the King cold water wine to thinke But while the gentle and debonayre Mouse Bathed his lips within the chanell cleare Quaffing most neatly many a sweet carouse Along the gliding current did appeare * A gallant Frog whose port and mounting pace Show'd him to be chiefe ruler in that place For as quicke sparkes disclose the fire to be So doth mans gesture show his maiestie From forth the riuer like to liquid glasse The Frog ascends vpon the waters brim And seeing where the Mouse lay on the grasse With nimble ioynts he leapeth towards him And bending downe his fayre and yellow brest With kind salutes he welcomes this new ghest Beseeming well a Kings hye dignitie And thus he spoke with solemne maiesty Since that thou art a stranger gentle Mouse From whome dost thou deriue thy pedigree Declare to me thy parents and the house Which haue conceiued such a progenie That if thy worth deserue with greater sway Vnto my pallace thee I might conuay VVhere I with kingly presents will thee grace As shall befit thy vertues and my place And doubt not but we can confirme our word For know it 's spoken by a mighty King The onely Monarch of this running ford VVhich all the Frogs to my subiection bring My promise to performe I want no store My kingdom stretcheth out from shore to shore Scarce he deserues the title of a king That wanteth meanes t' acomplish any thing By birth I am a King borne to the Crowne And hold by right my rushie chayre of state Peleus my durty Sire great in renowne Of Queene Hydromedusa me begate She at the floud of Padus did me beare Whose head and cheeks did put her in great feare And that my name and person might agree Blowne-cheeke Physignathus she cleaped mee But since that valour in thy lookes doth dwell And * Mars

remaine These are but words fit bugs to scarre the crowes And cowards brags do seldom end with blowes But if their meaning with their words agree Then doe they seeke to vndermine our Crowne A forged quarrell they impose on me That I a proud audacious Mouse should drowne And vnder this false colour they deuise To cloke the treasons of their enterprise Eche foole can find a staffe to beate a dog He must haue both his eyes that blinds a Frog Heauen and earth to witnesse I doe call And all the golden Planets of the skie That I attempted not the Mouses fall Nor once remember I did see him die But this I thinke that playing on the brim Seeing the gallant Frogs so brauely swim He thought to doe the like and leaped in Where he was iustly plagued for his sinne And now these lurking creatures hungry Mise Which scarce dare shew their faces in the light A crue of greedy vermine which deuise Nothing but stealth and rapine in the night These doe vniustly charge me with his death Because within our reigne he lost his breath But I will teach these proud audacious fooles Not iest with kings nor meddle with edge-tooles Then friends kind friends fellowes to your king Plucke vp your spirits banish lauish feares For in this warre whence terrour seemes to spring Me thinkes great ioy and comfort still appeares Since gallant Frogs whome nothing terrifies Fight with a starued troupe of hungry Mise Courage braue mates take weapons and to fight Fortune defends true valour in his right But since men may in warre sometimes preuayle As much by policy as power or might And that where strength and prowesse often fayle Wit doth at length giue succour to the right I wish you arme your selues with speare shield And march along the shore vnto the field VVhere on a hill which ouer-lookes the flood VVe will incampe our selues as in a wood VVhen to this place these crauen Mise conuay Their fearefull souldiers like a flocke of sheepe And to besiedge our fortresse shall assay VVhere we vpon the hill our forces keepe If any boasting Mouse vpon the banke Dare but ascend one foote before his ranke Him we will all assayle in furious mood And cast his body headlong in the flood By this rare stratagem and braue deuise We shall their malice and great pride abate Thus shall we conquer corner-creeping Mise Which would annoy our peace and quiet state And thus with trophies and triumphing play We will like victors crowne our heads with bay Thē arme your selues braue mates with speare shield God and great Neptune grant vs winne the field Here did he end and scarce he made an end But all the Frogs from greatest to the least For these ensuing warres their studies bend To get such weapons as befit them best First to their thighs greene Malows they do wrap Which hang downe like a bag or butchers flap Beetes like a cloke vpon their backe they don Which serues for brest-plate and habergion A Cockles shell for sallet they prepare T' award their heads from blowes amid the field In their left hands these water-souldiers bare A leafe of Colewort for a trusty shield And in their right for all parts armed were They tosse a bulrush for a pike or speare Along the shore they march in this aray Mad with fell rage yet glad to see this day Thus whil'st both armies did prepare to fight Almighty Ioue eternall without end Inuites the gods into his palace bright Whence ratling thunder bright flames descend And pointing with his finger downe below To them these puissant warriours doth he show Stout as the Centaures or the Gyants great Which once assai'd to pull Ioue from his seat Whom when the gods together did behold Marching like Pigmie-Braggarts in aray And sternly shake their speares like champions bold As though no terror could their hearts dismay They made the court of heau'n with laughter ring Such pleasure and delight the sight did bring Then smiling Ioue deep silence kept a space Lift vp his voice and spoke with royall grace If Frogs and Mise quoth he their patrons haue Chast daughter Pallas my Bellona deere Tell vs which side thou wilt protect and saue Shall not the gallant Mise be victors heere Great store of them within thy temples dwell Allured thither by the tempting smell Which still amounteth from thy sacrifice Pallas againe did answere in this wise Great Lord of heau'n and earth beloued Sire If you commaund your daughter must obay My will subiected is to your desire For children cannot fathers hests denay Yet force me not kind father once to shield These hunger-starued pyrats in the field False lurking creatures greedy theeuish Mise Whose teeth pollute my sweete fat sacrifice Great are the wrongs and mischiefes I abide By these detested vermine day and night Much they impayre my worship and my pride And shall I then defend them in this right The hallow'd oyle which sacred fire doth stay Within my lamps they steale and licke away My crowns they gnaw but these are losses small This is the hurt molests me most of all My braue ensigne embrodered all with gold Neuer braue ensigne was so rich of price Wherein my acts and triumphs were enrold Is eaten torne and spoyled by these Mice This is my hurt surpassing all the rest For this cause chiefly I these Mise detest And shall I father seeme to patronise My foes my wrongers and sworne enemies Ne're these accursed beasts will I defend Command ought else great Ioue but pardon this Nor durtie Frogs Bellona will befrend Whose ioy and pleasure in fowle puddles is For as I loath the Mise for sundry wrongs So I detest base Frogs for croking songs Whose harsh vnpleasant voices in the night Breed nought but terror to each mortall wight When I returne oft sweating from the warres And after fainting trauell thinke to sleepe With their seditious brawles and croking iarres Which in the filthy marishes they keepe Awake I lye till mornings trumpeter Giues warning for the day-starre to appeare And cheerfull Cock chants forth his wonted lay To shew the dawning of the ioyfull day Though we are gods yet let vs all beware To succour in our person either part For if these meete the gods they will not spare To strike them with their iauelings to the hart But let vs rather ioy to see this fray Where we behold their ruine and decay Thus Pallas said To whom incontinent The heauenly Senate gaue a full consent Meane while both armies mustred on the plaine And place their wings and squadrons in aray From either part a Herald doth againe Giue signe for battell and the bloudie day The buzzing Flies because they were of skil A blow aloud their hornes and trumpets shrill A harsh tantarra sound vnto the fight Which lends more courage to their wonted might Heauen

and earth doth thunder with the cry When front to front these noble armies meete Loose wauing in the wind their ensignes flie With wounds and fatall blowes eche other greete The Mise assaile the Frogs the fight accept In combat close each host to other stept For now the wings had skirmish hot begun And with their battels forth like Lyons run But who was first amid this bloody fight That gaue the onset first first wanne renowne Croaking Hypsiboas first like a knight Lick-taile Lichenor brauely tumbled downe Into his paunch so strong he thrust his speare That forth his backe behind it did appeare Groueling the Mouse fell on the sandy plaine By this audacious Frog with valour slaine Next him Troglodytes which not afraid Each secret hole and corner creepeth in Gaue Pelion the Frog with aurt berayd A deadly foile with his small brazen pin Within the wound the iaueling sticketh sore And frō the veines forth streams the purple gore Thus to his end pale death this Frog did bring Which kils the caitife with the crowned king Pot-creeping Embasichytros of late Whose valiant sonne did all the Frogs defie Now quite confounded by disastrous fate Deuoid of life thy headles truncke doth lie At hardy Seutl●ns his crooked feet A Frog which feeds on nothing but the beete And clam rous Polyphon there lyes thou dead Slayne by Artophagus which eateth bread But when Limnocharis their deaths beheld Which in the marish hath his whole delight The angry Frog by loue and ire compeld To sad reuenge his pow'r and forces dight Life must be payd with life the Frog did cry Their deaths I will reuenge or with them dye Thus when true loue valour guide the heart A cowards hand will play a souldiers part And from the ground a milstone in great hast He raught strange wonders courage doth enact And with great violence the same he cast At proud Troglodites as one distract In middle of his necke the stone did light Whereby he sleepeth in eternall night Thus brused with the fall this Mouse did lye Suffring the torments of deaths tyranny Yong Lichenor his sonne that first was slaine A gallant Mouse which did no colours feare Desirous though with death renowne to gaine That his exploits ensuing times might heare Fierce butcher like Limnocharis espide Whose weapons were with bloud in scarlet dide To whom he said Fight coward or else flie Thou or Lichenor here shall surely die And with those words ayming his heart to hit Strongly his iaueling at the Frog he threw It pearst his side his brest and bowels split His vitall spirits from his body flew Dead lay Limnocharis vpon the playne The brauest souldier in the warrie trayne For death impartiall doth with one selfe hand Cut off the strong weak at heauens cōmand Crambophagus Eat-Colewort which of late Basely his armes and weapons cast away Thinking by flight to flie the stroke of fate Ran to the water from the mortall fray Whom Lichenor more swift then he pursude And in his harts warm bloud his speare imbru'd Vpon the shore the dastard Frog was slaine Ere he could leape into the running maine Heroicall Limnesus Fennie Lord Incensed by mad rage blacke furies brand The bold Tyroglyphus slew with the sword A great commander in the Mouses band Deepe holes and hollow caues he vsde to delue Among the Cheeses lying on the shelue His head the Frog doth from his necke aduance And in great triumph beares it on his lance Faint-hearted Calaminthius in great feare Little in stature and of courage small Beholding vast Pternoglyphus appeare A Mouse exceeding great strong bourly tall And which in bacon flitches holes doth make He doth his weapons with the field forsake And crauen-like fled to the durty bogs Euen as the feareful Hare pursude with dogs But bold Hydrocharis that loues the floud Famous for deeds of armes would neuer flie The furious Mouse this peerelesse Frog withstood Nor would he shun a foot though he should die Lately Pternophagon this gallant killed Which oft with Bacon hath his belly filled Now with a stone Pternoglyphus he slew Whose cloddred braines the crymson field imbrew Lichopinax which first told to the king The balefull newes of his sonnes tragedy At Borborocaetes did his darts still fling A valiant Frog though in the durt he lye Prostrate he fell vpon the sandy ground The Mouses dart had made a mortall wound Wherat pale death sent forth his fainting spright To sleepe in darknes and eternall night When this the Frog Prassophagus beheld Eat-Leeke Prassophagus swift as the Hynde He ranne with mighty stowre along the field And taking Gnissodioctes neat behind From off his feet the little Mouse he flong Into the streaming current all along Nor there he left him till with raging mood He had his foe estrangled in the flood Eat-crumme Psicharpax which was neere allide Vnto the kings yong sonne that earst was down'd In succour of his friends the Frogs defide And to the battell made him ready bound Durtie Pelusus in the paunch he thrust Faintly the Frog sunke downe into the dust Whose fluttring spirit did her passage make Downe to Auernus that vnpleasant lake Pelobates which loues to treade the myre Saw when his friend and fellow souldier fell And adding fuell to the smoking fire His furie into burning flames gan swell For filling both his hands with durtapace He cast it fiercely in Psicharpax face Which much besmeard his visage with disguise And almost blinded and put out his eyes But he the strong Psicharpax mou'd with spleene And iustly angrie at this beastly wrong Tooke vp a mighty stone which there had beene A bound or landmark tweene two neighbors long And hurling it with vigour and great power He burst his knee asunder in that stower The right leg fell dismembred from his thie And not once mouing on the ground doth lie Ne there he thought to leaue him in sad plight But with a iaueling would haue reft his life Had not Craugasides that croaking wight Whose chiefest pleasure is in brawling strife Kept off the blow and with a sudden push Thrust through the Mouse his belly with a rush Vpon the ground his bowels gushed forth Thus di'de this martial hart Mouse of worth Which when Eat-corne Sitophagus espide That erst was maymed of two legs in fight Washing his wounds along the water side And sore amazed at this rufull sight He dared not aduenture forth agayne Into the field for feare he should be slayne But leapt into the strong entrenched fort Where he receiued was in ioyfull sort Nethlesse the warlike troopes of eyther band Persisted still with courage in the field Great store lye slayne vpon the drenched sand Yet not for thy a souldier seemes to yeeld Now fury roares ire threats woe complains One weepes another cryes he sighes for paynes The hosts both clad in blood in dust and myre Had