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The shales they broke ope, Bootehaling by night,And eat the beanes: Their Iacks; Art exquisiteHad showne in them; being Cats-skins, euery whereQuilted with quills: Their fencefull bucklers were,The middle rounds of Can'sticks; but their speareA huge long Needle was; that could not beareThe braine of any; but be Mars his owneMortall inuention. Their heads arming CrowneWas vessel to the kirnell of a nut:And thus the Mise, their powers in armour put.This, the frogs hearing; From the water, allIssue to one place; and a councell callOf wicked war; consulting what should beCause to this murmure, and strange mutinie.While this was question'd; neere them made his standAn Herald with a Scepter in his hand,([1]Embasichytrus calld) that fetcht his kinde,From [2]Tyroglyphus, with the mightie minde;Denouncing ill-nam'd war, in these high termes;O Frogs? the Mise, sends threats to you of armesAnd bid me bid ye Battell; and fixt fight;Their eies all wounded with Psycharpax sight,Floting your waters, whom your king hath kild.And therefore all prepare for force of field,You that are best borne, whosoeuer held.This said; he seuer'd; his speech firing th'earesOf all the Mise; but frees'd the Frogs with feares,Themselues conceiting guiltie; whom the King
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