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162 THE GENTLEMAN IN THEACIA.
Each had his horse, his hawke, his hound,
And did their manhood try. 100
The ancient man did joy thereat, But yet he did not know
Which was his sonne amongst the foure; That bred in him much woe.
At length his glasse of life was run, ios
The fates doe so decree; For poore and rich they all must dye,
And death will take no fee. Unto some judges he did send,
And counsell that were grave, no
Who presently to him did come
To know what he would have.
They coming then to his beds side,
Unto them he did say: " I know you all to be my friends, us
Most faithfull every way; And now, before I leave the world,
I beg this at your hands, To have a care which of my sonnes
Shall have my goods and lands." 120
And to them all he did relate
What things his wife had done. " There is but one amongst the foure
That is my native sonne; And to your judgement I commit, 12s
When I am laid in grave, Which is my sonne, and which is fit
My lands and goods to have."