242 Of the Horse and the Asse.
SOmetyme a Horse decked with fayre trap∣pers and a saddle, greatly neyghing, ranne through a highe way, whose running an Asse laden by chaunce dyd let, he all raging and che∣wing his bit for anger, sayd: Ah lither lurdeyn, why withstandest thou the Horse? Giue place or I will tread thée downe: the Asse durst not once bray, but quietly auoyded. It happened as the Horse ranne his race, his hoofe brake, who then béeyng paste running or makyng any shewe, was spoyled of his ornaments, and after solde to a Tanner. The Asse seeing him com∣ming wyth a Tanner, sayde vnto hym: What good sir, howe happeneth thys kynde of wéede? where is thy gilt sadle, thy studded trappers, and glittering brydle? Thus it is fitte my friende to