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Conseil tenu par les Rats

Un chat nommé Rodilardus
Faisoit de rats telle déconfiture,
Que l’on n’en voyoit presque plus,
Tant il en avoit mis dedans la sépulture.
Le peu qu’il en restoit, n’osant quitter son trou,
Ne trouvoit à manger que le quart de son soûl;
Et Rodilard passoit, chez la gent misérable,
Non pour un chat, mais pour un diable.
Or, un jour qu’au haut et au loin
Le galant alla chercher femme,
Pendant tout le sabbat qu’il fit avec sa dame,
Le demeurant des rats tint chapitre en un coin
Sur la nécessité présente.
Dès l’abord leur doyen, personne fort prudente,
Opina qu’il falloit, et plus tôt que plus tard,
Attacher un grelot au cou de Rodilard;
Qu’ainsi, quand il iroit en guerre,
De sa marche avertis, ils s’enfuiroient sous terre;
Qu’il n’y savoit que ce moyen.
Chacun fut de l’avis de monsieur le doyen:
Chose ne leur parut à tous plus salutaire.
La difficulté fut d’attacher le grelot.
L’un dit: Je n’y vas point, je ne suis pas si sot;
L’autre: Je ne saurois. Si bien que sans rien faire
On se quitta. J’ai maints chapitres vus,
Qui pour néant se sont ainsi tenus;
Chapitres, non de rats, mais chapitres de moines,
Voire chapitres de chanoines.

The Council Held By The Rats

Old Rodilard, a certain cat,
Such havoc of the rats had made,
‘Twas difficult to find a rat
With nature’s debt unpaid.
The few that did remain,
To leave their holes afraid,
From usual food abstain,
Not eating half their fill.
And wonder no one will
That one who made of rats his revel,
With rats pass’d not for cat, but devil.
Now, on a day, this dread rat-eater,
Who had a wife, went out to meet her;
And while he held his caterwauling,
The unkill’d rats, their chapter calling,
Discuss’d the point, in grave debate,
How they might shun impending fate.
Their dean, a prudent rat,
Thought best, and better soon than late,
To bell the fatal cat;
That, when he took his hunting round,
The rats, well caution’d by the sound,
Might hide in safety under ground;
Indeed he knew no other means.
And all the rest
At once confess’d
Their minds were with the dean’s.
No better plan, they all believed,
Could possibly have been conceived,
No doubt the thing would work right well,
If any one would hang the bell.
But, one by one, said every rat,
‘I’m not so big a fool as that.’
The plan, knock’d up in this respect,
The council closed without effect.

And many a council I have seen,
Or reverend chapter with its dean,
That, thus resolving wisely,
Fell through like this precisely.

To argue or refute
Wise counsellors abound;
The man to execute
Is harder to be found.