Which of these fower, that here you see,
In greatest daunger you thinke to be.
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A Clyent, betweene two Lawyers.
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Clyent. Good Sir what thinke you of my case? Lawyer. Tis cleere, & good, & just.
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Clyent. But what say you Sir? Lawyer. This I say, take heede to whom you trust.
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Clyent. Why Sir? thinke you he is not learn'd? Lawyer. Yes, but his power is small,
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Give me my fee, it is in me to make an end of all.
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Clyent. Now in what daunger standes my case, in these two Lawyers handes?
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That while I creepe to them for wordes, they creepe into my Landes.
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A Maide, betweene two Friers.
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Maide. What say you holy man to me? Frier. I say, faire holy maide,
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Leane thou to me, and on my love, let all thy sinnes be laide:
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Maide. And what say you good man? Frier. I say shew all to me,
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That better then that aged man, can helpe and comfort thee.
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Maide. Now in what perill standes a Maide, in shriest betweene two Friers?
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That only make the Church a Cloake, to cover foule desires.
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A Goose, betweene two Foxes.
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Goose. Sir Raynard, what say you to me? Raynard I say you staine the grasse:
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And you are like to answere for, the trespasse ere you passe.
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Goose. And what say you good Sir? Raynard. Your keakeing wak'd my Dame,
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And you shall knowe, what tis to bring the house so out of frame.
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Goose. Alas hard hap, one simple Goose, to be two Foxes prey,
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When from one Fox, a flocke of Geese can hardly scape away.
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A Rat, betweene two Cats.
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Rat. Good Mistris Pusse, tell me wherefore you aime thus at my head?
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Cat. Because you stole my Mistris Cheese, her Candles, and her Bread.
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Rat. And what say you good Pusse? Cat. You gnaw'd my Mistris Ruffes,
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Her Aprons, Towells, Handkerchiefes, her Falling Bands, and Cuffes.
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Rat. Alas, that one poore Rat, should come, to die betweene two Cats,
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When one good Cat, will serve the turne, to kill a world of Rats.
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