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theFox; 1481.] WILLIAM CAXTON.
for I gyue it vnto yow wyth a fre wylle, and lcnowleche it openly,
the kynge receyuid the straw and threwe it meryly fro hym with a
joyous visage, And thanked moche the foxe, the foxe laughed in hym
self, the kynge thenne herkened after the counseyl of the foxe, And alle
■tliat ther were, were at his wylle, My lorde sade he, herkene and marke
wel my wordes, in tlie west side of flaundres ther standeth a wode and
is named hulsterlo, And a water that is called brekenpyt lyeth therby,
this is so grete a wyldernesse, that ofte in an hole yere man ner wyf
cometh therin, sauf they that wil, and they that wille not eschewe it,
there lyeth this tresour hydde, vnderstande wel, that the place is called
brekenpit, for I aduyse you for the leste hurte, that ye and my lady goo
bothe thyder. ffor I knowe none so trewe that I durste on your behalue
truste wherfore goo your self, And whan ye come to brekenpyt ye shal
fynde there two birchen trees standyng alther next the pytte, my lorde
to the byrchen trees shal ye goo, there lyeth the tresour vnther doluen,
there muste ye scrape and dygge a way a lytyl tlie mosse on the one
side, ther shalle ye fynde many a jewel of golde and syluer. and there
shal ye fynde the crowne whiche kynge Ermerk ware in his dayes that
sholde bruyn the bere haue worn yf his wyl had gon forth ye shal see
many a costiy jewel with riche stones sette in golde werk whiche coste
many a thousand marke, My lord the kynge whan ye now haue alle
this good, how ofte shal ye saye in your herte and thynke, o how true
art thou reynart the foxe. tliat with thy subtyl wytte daluyst and
hyddest here this grete tresour, god gyue the good happe and welfare
where euer thou bee,’
* The kynge sayde, Sir reynarte ye muste come and helpe vs to dygge
vp this tresour, I knowe, not the way, I sholde neuer conne fynde it, I
haue herde ofte named, parys, london akon and coleyn, As me thynketh
this tresour lyeth, right as ye mocked and Japed, for ye name breken-
pyt, that is afayned name, these werdes were not good to the foxe, and
he sayd wyth an angry mode, and dissymyled and saide, ye my lord
the kynge, ye be also nyghe that as fro come to maye, wene ye that I
wilie lede yow to flomme iordayn. Nay I shal brynge you out of
wenyng and shewe it you by good wytnes, he called lowde kywart the
hare, come here, to fore the kynge, The bestes sawe alle thyder ward
and wondred what the lcynge wold, the foxe sayde to the hare, ky-
wart ar ye a colde, how tremble ye and quake so, be not a ferd, and
telle my lord the kynge here the trouthe, And that I charge you by
the fayth and trouthe that ye owe hym and to my lady the quene of
suche thynge. as I shal demaunde of you, kywart saide I shal saye the
theFox; 1481.] WILLIAM CAXTON.
for I gyue it vnto yow wyth a fre wylle, and lcnowleche it openly,
the kynge receyuid the straw and threwe it meryly fro hym with a
joyous visage, And thanked moche the foxe, the foxe laughed in hym
self, the kynge thenne herkened after the counseyl of the foxe, And alle
■tliat ther were, were at his wylle, My lorde sade he, herkene and marke
wel my wordes, in tlie west side of flaundres ther standeth a wode and
is named hulsterlo, And a water that is called brekenpyt lyeth therby,
this is so grete a wyldernesse, that ofte in an hole yere man ner wyf
cometh therin, sauf they that wil, and they that wille not eschewe it,
there lyeth this tresour hydde, vnderstande wel, that the place is called
brekenpit, for I aduyse you for the leste hurte, that ye and my lady goo
bothe thyder. ffor I knowe none so trewe that I durste on your behalue
truste wherfore goo your self, And whan ye come to brekenpyt ye shal
fynde there two birchen trees standyng alther next the pytte, my lorde
to the byrchen trees shal ye goo, there lyeth the tresour vnther doluen,
there muste ye scrape and dygge a way a lytyl tlie mosse on the one
side, ther shalle ye fynde many a jewel of golde and syluer. and there
shal ye fynde the crowne whiche kynge Ermerk ware in his dayes that
sholde bruyn the bere haue worn yf his wyl had gon forth ye shal see
many a costiy jewel with riche stones sette in golde werk whiche coste
many a thousand marke, My lord the kynge whan ye now haue alle
this good, how ofte shal ye saye in your herte and thynke, o how true
art thou reynart the foxe. tliat with thy subtyl wytte daluyst and
hyddest here this grete tresour, god gyue the good happe and welfare
where euer thou bee,’
* The kynge sayde, Sir reynarte ye muste come and helpe vs to dygge
vp this tresour, I knowe, not the way, I sholde neuer conne fynde it, I
haue herde ofte named, parys, london akon and coleyn, As me thynketh
this tresour lyeth, right as ye mocked and Japed, for ye name breken-
pyt, that is afayned name, these werdes were not good to the foxe, and
he sayd wyth an angry mode, and dissymyled and saide, ye my lord
the kynge, ye be also nyghe that as fro come to maye, wene ye that I
wilie lede yow to flomme iordayn. Nay I shal brynge you out of
wenyng and shewe it you by good wytnes, he called lowde kywart the
hare, come here, to fore the kynge, The bestes sawe alle thyder ward
and wondred what the lcynge wold, the foxe sayde to the hare, ky-
wart ar ye a colde, how tremble ye and quake so, be not a ferd, and
telle my lord the kynge here the trouthe, And that I charge you by
the fayth and trouthe that ye owe hym and to my lady the quene of
suche thynge. as I shal demaunde of you, kywart saide I shal saye the