The seuin Seages Translatit out of prois in Scottis meter be Iohne Rolland in Dalkeith, with ane Moralitie efter euerie Doctouris Tale, and siclike efter the Emprice Tale, togidder with ane louing and laude to euerie Doctour efter his awin Tale, & ane Exclamation and outcrying vpon the Empreouris wife efter hir fals contrusit Tale ... Edited, with introduction, notes, and glossary, by Geo. F. Black |
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Ane reproche to the Emprice. |
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Ane reproche to the Emprice.
The crukit comparisouns of zour wylde Bair
Will win zow na warisounis, to zow I declair
Of hell thow art the snair, plutois playfule in plane
In hell than hald the thair, and cum not heir agane
Bot still their ay remane, to be houng be the hals
Into perpetuall pane, becaus thow art sa fals.
Will win zow na warisounis, to zow I declair
Of hell thow art the snair, plutois playfule in plane
In hell than hald the thair, and cum not heir agane
Bot still their ay remane, to be houng be the hals
Into perpetuall pane, becaus thow art sa fals.
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The morrow come, and but mair auisement
The Empreour set him self in Iudgement.
Condampnit his Sone on Gallous for to die,
Without respect, that alkin man micht se.
He being led out throw the streit and toun
With greit regrait, and sair lamentatioun.
The nixt Maister come than the way ridand,
And saw the Child to the Gallous gangand.
Quhairat he was baith sad and sorrowfow,
Bot ȝit the Childe to his Maister did bow,
Inclynit his heid, as he wald said him to,
Maister mak speid, ȝe ken quhat is ado.
The Maister than prickit sa in that stour,
Quhill he lichtit befoir the Empreour,
With reuerence, as weill culd him effeir,
And at his Grace richt humblie culd he speir.
O my gude Lord quha geuis ȝow this counsell
Withouttin caus ȝour awin sone doun to quell
Is it ȝour wife that siclike garris ȝow do?
Perchance ȝe sall vpon war hap cum to,
Thā chācit ane knicht yat throw his wifis fals sawis
Was put to schame, wtout querrel or caus
Than said the King, gude maister I require ȝow
Schaw me that Tale & blyithlie I sal heir ȝow
My Lord he sayis, will ȝe gar call agane
Zour onlie Sone, quha is to suffer pane,
I sall ȝow tell my Tale furth to the end.
And sa the King agane for him did send.
Put him in waird quhair that he was beforne,
Quhill that the Tale was done and til ye morne
Sa the Maister the secund Tale began
Befoir the King, and mony Nobill man.
As ȝe sall heir, thairfoir gif audience,
But mair delay, and to ȝour reuerence.
The Empreour set him self in Iudgement.
Condampnit his Sone on Gallous for to die,
Without respect, that alkin man micht se.
He being led out throw the streit and toun
With greit regrait, and sair lamentatioun.
The nixt Maister come than the way ridand,
And saw the Child to the Gallous gangand.
Quhairat he was baith sad and sorrowfow,
Bot ȝit the Childe to his Maister did bow,
Inclynit his heid, as he wald said him to,
Maister mak speid, ȝe ken quhat is ado.
The Maister than prickit sa in that stour,
Quhill he lichtit befoir the Empreour,
With reuerence, as weill culd him effeir,
And at his Grace richt humblie culd he speir.
O my gude Lord quha geuis ȝow this counsell
Withouttin caus ȝour awin sone doun to quell
Is it ȝour wife that siclike garris ȝow do?
Perchance ȝe sall vpon war hap cum to,
Thā chācit ane knicht yat throw his wifis fals sawis
Was put to schame, wtout querrel or caus
Than said the King, gude maister I require ȝow
Schaw me that Tale & blyithlie I sal heir ȝow
My Lord he sayis, will ȝe gar call agane
Zour onlie Sone, quha is to suffer pane,
I sall ȝow tell my Tale furth to the end.
And sa the King agane for him did send.
Put him in waird quhair that he was beforne,
Quhill that the Tale was done and til ye morne
Sa the Maister the secund Tale began
Befoir the King, and mony Nobill man.
As ȝe sall heir, thairfoir gif audience,
But mair delay, and to ȝour reuerence.
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