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.
Se the consait of this bald bitter Bitche,
This reid Reifar, and this rank warlo witche
This tratour theif, this tryit Termigant,
Sa faine ane fault as scho wald find and fitche,
Unto thir seuin sa reuerent and riche.
In sweit science, facund and fluctuant
For thay of wit and wisdome not dois want,
To the blak Deuill thairfoir I the betetche
With him remaine in hous ane hellis Sanct.
This reid Reifar, and this rank warlo witche
This tratour theif, this tryit Termigant,
Sa faine ane fault as scho wald find and fitche,
Unto thir seuin sa reuerent and riche.
In sweit science, facund and fluctuant
For thay of wit and wisdome not dois want,
To the blak Deuill thairfoir I the betetche
With him remaine in hous ane hellis Sanct.
Father of falset, and fals flatterar
Ane Gyrecarling, ane graceles clatterar
Leidsterne to lie, and ane greit slop of seill,
A proude Princes, ane prydefull patterar,
Mixt with malice and ane man murtherar.
Ane wod wilcat that neuer will do weill
Crop of curstnes, and ane quick gangand Deill,
Rute of wanreule, and brewar of all baill
Thow art to bald to forge sa fals ane taill.
Ane Gyrecarling, ane graceles clatterar
Leidsterne to lie, and ane greit slop of seill,
A proude Princes, ane prydefull patterar,
Mixt with malice and ane man murtherar.
Ane wod wilcat that neuer will do weill
Crop of curstnes, and ane quick gangand Deill,
Rute of wanreule, and brewar of all baill
Thow art to bald to forge sa fals ane taill.
Not ane word trew thairof but fenȝeit fair
Ouir peirt thow art to mak sic ane compair
Of the Maisteris quhairof that now speik we,
To the Empreour I wait thay did na mair
Bot that his Sone thay had vnto the lair,
And had not bene thair cunning and Clergie
Thay had bene deid, and siclyke sa had he,
Thairfoir thow art ane Loch of vnlawte
Ane schameles schrew, the maister Deuell mot scald the.
Ouir peirt thow art to mak sic ane compair
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To the Empreour I wait thay did na mair
Bot that his Sone thay had vnto the lair,
And had not bene thair cunning and Clergie
Thay had bene deid, and siclyke sa had he,
Thairfoir thow art ane Loch of vnlawte
Ane schameles schrew, the maister Deuell mot scald the.
Ȝit in hir Taill is sum Moralitie
How God disponis his grace sa plenteouslie
To auld, to ȝoung, to riche and to the pure,
Sum wit, sum strenth, sum fairnes with bewtie,
Sum at thair will hes riches and plentie,
To diuers craftis sum geuis thair besie cure
Howbeit to sum hid thingis be richt obscure,
As was this barne quha spak this prophecie
To seuin Doctouris in science was sa sure.
How God disponis his grace sa plenteouslie
To auld, to ȝoung, to riche and to the pure,
Sum wit, sum strenth, sum fairnes with bewtie,
Sum at thair will hes riches and plentie,
To diuers craftis sum geuis thair besie cure
Howbeit to sum hid thingis be richt obscure,
As was this barne quha spak this prophecie
To seuin Doctouris in science was sa sure.
Howbeit he was in ȝouth and tender age
God of his grace had geuin him mair knawledge
In wit, Science, hid with subtilitie,
Nor to thir seuin quhome this Quene dois alledge
Into hir Taill Inferrit vpon fulage.
Quha the Empreour causit againe to se
And knaw the caus of his Infirmitie
Na exceptioun thair is of personage
In sicht of God he geuis his grace sa fre.
God of his grace had geuin him mair knawledge
In wit, Science, hid with subtilitie,
Nor to thir seuin quhome this Quene dois alledge
Into hir Taill Inferrit vpon fulage.
Quha the Empreour causit againe to se
And knaw the caus of his Infirmitie
Na exceptioun thair is of personage
In sicht of God he geuis his grace sa fre.
Howbeit this Chylde in tender ȝeiris was ȝing
The verray treuth ȝit he schew to the King
Quhat was the caus of all his Maladie,
And how the well vnder his bed did spring
Throw quhais springis culd him to blindnes bring
Quhilk was not knawin bot to this childe trewlie
Quhairby we may persaue for veritie
The grace of God is gottin for na thing,
Quha list it seik with all humilitie.
The verray treuth ȝit he schew to the King
Quhat was the caus of all his Maladie,
And how the well vnder his bed did spring
Throw quhais springis culd him to blindnes bring
Quhilk was not knawin bot to this childe trewlie
Quhairby we may persaue for veritie
The grace of God is gottin for na thing,
Quha list it seik with all humilitie.
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Now in bigging sum takis sa greit plesure
Quhill at the last biggis him self to the dure
Sum bringis ane staffe for to brek his awin heid
Euin sa ȝe se thir Doctouris tuik labour
To bring this Chylde vnto the Empreour,
Quhome throw he gat of his seiknes remeid.
Bot ȝit this Chylde gart thame all seuin thoill deid.
It is oft sene I say the deirly brother
That euerie swik oft tymes beswikis vther.
Quhill at the last biggis him self to the dure
Sum bringis ane staffe for to brek his awin heid
Euin sa ȝe se thir Doctouris tuik labour
To bring this Chylde vnto the Empreour,
Quhome throw he gat of his seiknes remeid.
Bot ȝit this Chylde gart thame all seuin thoill deid.
It is oft sene I say the deirly brother
That euerie swik oft tymes beswikis vther.
Thir seuin Doctouris quhairof now speikis our Quene
As scho Inferris, thay haue all Tratouris bene,
Quha deuysit the Kingis Infirmitie
Be tratourie hid haldin and vnsene
To be gydaris of his Realme thay did mene
And haue thairof the haill Authoritie
Bot na way sa of our Maisteris mene we
For thay did nocht bot as thay war desyrit,
Be the Empreour, and his counsall requyrit.
As scho Inferris, thay haue all Tratouris bene,
Quha deuysit the Kingis Infirmitie
Be tratourie hid haldin and vnsene
To be gydaris of his Realme thay did mene
And haue thairof the haill Authoritie
Bot na way sa of our Maisteris mene we
For thay did nocht bot as thay war desyrit,
Be the Empreour, and his counsall requyrit.
Thairfoir this Quene scho suld na credence haue
Scho is ane sop of sorrow to dissaue
Ane mensles monsture, ane mirrour of mischance
Ane patent port to Ill ȝe may persaue,
Ane thriftles thing quhen scho beginnis to raif,
Full of dissait, with fenȝeit fals plesance,
Ane twme trattillar, to bring hame Ill tythance
Ane maine Truikour, ane talker out of tone,
And sall forthink hir talk or all be done.
Scho is ane sop of sorrow to dissaue
Ane mensles monsture, ane mirrour of mischance
Ane patent port to Ill ȝe may persaue,
Ane thriftles thing quhen scho beginnis to raif,
Full of dissait, with fenȝeit fals plesance,
Ane twme trattillar, to bring hame Ill tythance
Ane maine Truikour, ane talker out of tone,
And sall forthink hir talk or all be done.
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