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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Moralitas. |
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Moralitas.
O mervellvovs God the subtell slicht,
Siclyke I trow was neuer sene
Thow waryit wyfe and wickit wicht
Of this Burges wyfe now I mene
Sa peirtly culd awow, and gar hir husband trow
That scho sa saikles was and clene
Ane Innocent as scho had bene
Syne of falset sa fow.
Siclyke I trow was neuer sene
Thow waryit wyfe and wickit wicht
Of this Burges wyfe now I mene
Sa peirtly culd awow, and gar hir husband trow
That scho sa saikles was and clene
Ane Innocent as scho had bene
Syne of falset sa fow.
Sa full of falset as scho is
Thair is bot part can it persaue
For quhen thay mark to do ane mis,
A thousand sundrie gaitis thay haue
To bring thair mater to, quhen thay haue ocht ado.
The wisest men thay ay dissaue
And this Burges amang the laue.
It is not sa (quod scho)
Thair is bot part can it persaue
For quhen thay mark to do ane mis,
A thousand sundrie gaitis thay haue
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The wisest men thay ay dissaue
And this Burges amang the laue.
It is not sa (quod scho)
Sa priuelie scho did prouyde,
A posset for the sillie Py,
And with sic craft scho culd it gyde
Changeing the wedder and the sky
Thy gadȝettis did begyle, the pure Py with sic wyle,
Hurde of huredome vpon the fy,
Gluttoun of Glew all we may cry
Thow art ane veschell vyle.
A posset for the sillie Py,
And with sic craft scho culd it gyde
Changeing the wedder and the sky
Thy gadȝettis did begyle, the pure Py with sic wyle,
Hurde of huredome vpon the fy,
Gluttoun of Glew all we may cry
Thow art ane veschell vyle.
The sals that thow seruis at my hand
I can not weill Indyte,
To gar thy husband vnderstand
Of sic vengeance thow had na wyte
O rank rampand Lyoun, to mischeif euer boun,
Stewart of sturt quha can the quyte,
Cleker of cair, and of dispyte
Greit Maistres to Mahoun.
I can not weill Indyte,
To gar thy husband vnderstand
Of sic vengeance thow had na wyte
O rank rampand Lyoun, to mischeif euer boun,
Stewart of sturt quha can the quyte,
Cleker of cair, and of dispyte
Greit Maistres to Mahoun.
Ȝe that hes wyfes giue not credence
Ouir sone vnto thair subtell sawis
Thay will als sone find ane defence,
As thay war leirit into the Lawis,
For quhen thay speik fairest, thair taill is ay falsest
Thay will neuer gif ouir thair caus
Thocht all the warld the contrair knawis
Thair awin taill ay thinkis best.
Ouir sone vnto thair subtell sawis
Thay will als sone find ane defence,
As thay war leirit into the Lawis,
For quhen thay speik fairest, thair taill is ay falsest
Thay will neuer gif ouir thair caus
Thocht all the warld the contrair knawis
Thair awin taill ay thinkis best.
At sum time scho will caus a man
To do the thing he will repent
Quhen it is done no way scho can
Remeid thairof scho can Inuent
Gar the saikles get wyte, mak hir self clene and quyte,
Thairfoir thocht scho be Impatient,
And in bauldnes hir bow all bent
That cair ȝe not ane myte.
To do the thing he will repent
Quhen it is done no way scho can
Remeid thairof scho can Inuent
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Thairfoir thocht scho be Impatient,
And in bauldnes hir bow all bent
That cair ȝe not ane myte.
Be not reddy to gif rewaird,
Thocht scho it serue quhill that thow se
This Burges sa in mynde was mard
Quhill that the sillie Py slew he,
Than promeist hir a goun, or ellis ane new garmoun
For hir huredome and harlatrie,
And hir scabbit scurilitie,
Fy Motheris Malesoun.
Thocht scho it serue quhill that thow se
This Burges sa in mynde was mard
Quhill that the sillie Py slew he,
Than promeist hir a goun, or ellis ane new garmoun
For hir huredome and harlatrie,
And hir scabbit scurilitie,
Fy Motheris Malesoun.
O twyte vntrew, and taill vnsicker
Kindillar of cair bald baldestrod,
Thocht ane wald bind the with ane wicker
Thow will not keip gude reull nor Rod.
Thow art a furious flam, ane wolfe and semis ane Lam,
Thow art a Tratour wylie Tod
That stinkis in the neis of God,
Thow art the Deuillis dam.
Kindillar of cair bald baldestrod,
Thocht ane wald bind the with ane wicker
Thow will not keip gude reull nor Rod.
Thow art a furious flam, ane wolfe and semis ane Lam,
Thow art a Tratour wylie Tod
That stinkis in the neis of God,
Thow art the Deuillis dam.
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