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The Golden Asse by Lucius Apuleius
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in the night without punishment for your fact. By and by one came
towards me, and thrusting his hand into the bosome of the goddesse
Siria, brought out the cup which they had stole. Howbeit for all they
appeared evident and plaine they would not be confounded nor abashed,
but jesting and laughing out the matter, gan say: Is it reason masters
that you should thus rigorously intreat us, and threaten for a small
trifling cup, which the mother of the Goddesse determined to give to her
sister for a present? Howbeit for all their lyes and cavellations, they
were carryed backe unto the towne, and put in prison by the Inhabitants,
who taking the cup of gold, and the goddesse which I bare, did put and
consecrate them amongst the treasure of the temple. The next day I was
carryed to the market to be sold, and my price was set at seaven pence
more then Philebus gave for me. There fortuned to passe by a Baker of
the next village, who after that he had bought a great deale of corne,
bought me likewise to carry it home, and when he had well laded me
therewith, be drave me through a thorny and dangerous way to his bake
house; there I saw a great company of horses that went in the mill day
and night grinding of corne, but lest I should be discouraged at the
first, my master entertained me well, for the first day I did nothing
but fare daintily, howbeit such mine ease and felicity did not long
endure, for the next day following I was tyed to the mill betimes in
the morning with my face covered, to the end in turning amid winding so
often one way, I should not become giddy, but keepe a certaine course,
but although when I was a man I had seen many such horsemills and knew
well enough how they should be turned, yet feining my selfe ignorant of
such kind of toile, I stood still and would not goe, whereby I thought
I should be taken from the mill as an Asse unapt, and put to some other
light thing, or else to be driven into the fields to pasture, but my
subtility did me small good, for by and by when the mill stood still,
the servants came about me, crying and beating me forward, in such
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