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.
This prydefull King, he culd not Ring
With measure and humilitie
He was sa proude, he thocht nane coude
Compair to him thair micht not be.
The Lord of aw, persauit and saw,
That his hart was sa proude and hie
He wald correct, him and Infect,
With plague and greit Infirmitie.
With measure and humilitie
He was sa proude, he thocht nane coude
Compair to him thair micht not be.
The Lord of aw, persauit and saw,
That his hart was sa proude and hie
He wald correct, him and Infect,
With plague and greit Infirmitie.
Quhair thair is pryde, grace can not byde,
Out of that rowme beliue he rinnis
Intill all haist, as he war chaist,
To lawlynes to seik ane Innis.
The bricht Angell, for pryde he fell,
In hell ȝit still in paine ay winnis,
I say ȝow all, that man sall fall
His wark with pryde alway beginnis.
Out of that rowme beliue he rinnis
Intill all haist, as he war chaist,
To lawlynes to seik ane Innis.
The bricht Angell, for pryde he fell,
In hell ȝit still in paine ay winnis,
I say ȝow all, that man sall fall
His wark with pryde alway beginnis.
The wise man wrytes, quhair he Indytes
All beginning of Ill is pryde,
And mony ma sayis euin richt sa,
Into thair wrytings dois not hyde,
Thairfoir the Lord, na way will cord
Quhair pryde hes credence for to gyde
I ȝow declair, he scurges sair
For quhair pryde is God will not byde.
All beginning of Ill is pryde,
And mony ma sayis euin richt sa,
Into thair wrytings dois not hyde,
Thairfoir the Lord, na way will cord
Quhair pryde hes credence for to gyde
I ȝow declair, he scurges sair
For quhair pryde is God will not byde.
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Of his Iustice, sic wickit vice,
He will not thoill vnpuneist be,
Be battell Pest, weir or wanrest
Sum perrellous plague or pouertie
Hounger and skant, fude for to want
Infectit with Infirmitie
Thairfoir fle pryde all time and tyde,
And held ȝow with humilitie.
He will not thoill vnpuneist be,
Be battell Pest, weir or wanrest
Sum perrellous plague or pouertie
Hounger and skant, fude for to want
Infectit with Infirmitie
Thairfoir fle pryde all time and tyde,
And held ȝow with humilitie.
Als in this taill, withouttin faill
Greit couetice ȝe may persaue
The fals Stewart, that fand the Art
The King him self and wyfe dissaue,
Bot on him sell, the sorrow fell,
He was worthie the same to haue
To be exylit, that King begylit,
I say for me he playit the knaue.
Greit couetice ȝe may persaue
The fals Stewart, that fand the Art
The King him self and wyfe dissaue,
Bot on him sell, the sorrow fell,
He was worthie the same to haue
To be exylit, that King begylit,
I say for me he playit the knaue.
That his awin wyfe, first fylit hir lyfe,
And syne hir saull with deidlie sin,
Fy Stewart fy, was that thy quhy,
Sa fulischlie geir for to win
With couetice, and auarice,
At sic ane fals gait to begin
For gredynes to win riches,
Ouir mony to the Deuill wald rin.
And syne hir saull with deidlie sin,
Fy Stewart fy, was that thy quhy,
Sa fulischlie geir for to win
With couetice, and auarice,
At sic ane fals gait to begin
For gredynes to win riches,
Ouir mony to the Deuill wald rin.
Be commoun thift, sum makis thair schift,
In this warld quhill thair lyfe be endit,
To pluk the pure thay tak na cure,
Quha hes na power to defend it.
Sum reifis and ruggis, sum drawis and druggis,
And purpois neuer to amend it,
Bot quhen its win, few of ȝour kin,
Nor ȝit ȝour self perchance sall spend it.
In this warld quhill thair lyfe be endit,
To pluk the pure thay tak na cure,
Quha hes na power to defend it.
Sum reifis and ruggis, sum drawis and druggis,
And purpois neuer to amend it,
Bot quhen its win, few of ȝour kin,
Nor ȝit ȝour self perchance sall spend it.
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Sa couetous, and desyrous
This Stewart was gold for to win,
He cairit nocht, for to haue brocht
His wyfe to schame and deidly sin.
Quhidder he gat it, or nocht few wait it
For fra he and the King did twin
In deid I trow, to say to ȝow,
He had ane vthir wob to spin.
This Stewart was gold for to win,
He cairit nocht, for to haue brocht
His wyfe to schame and deidly sin.
Quhidder he gat it, or nocht few wait it
For fra he and the King did twin
In deid I trow, to say to ȝow,
He had ane vthir wob to spin.
He chargeit was, suith for to pas
Out of the Realme or be confound
His awin falset, snairit him in net,
His deid till himself did redound.
Bot quha wald mak ane happy pak
Se falset thairin be not found
Lawtie and licht, schawis ay the richt,
On gredynes mak not ȝour ground.
Out of the Realme or be confound
His awin falset, snairit him in net,
His deid till himself did redound.
Bot quha wald mak ane happy pak
Se falset thairin be not found
Lawtie and licht, schawis ay the richt,
On gredynes mak not ȝour ground.
Auaritia est inordinatus amor habendi, tullius.
As to this King that lay seiging,
And was sa frayit for Pacok taillis,
And twa bricht swordis, with sum vaine wordis.
Without mair skaith his armie skaillis,
His Camp to rais, and saw few fais,
I think thay war bot snifland snaillis
The Potingair takis lytill cair
To cure the man that nathing aillis.
And was sa frayit for Pacok taillis,
And twa bricht swordis, with sum vaine wordis.
Without mair skaith his armie skaillis,
His Camp to rais, and saw few fais,
I think thay war bot snifland snaillis
The Potingair takis lytill cair
To cure the man that nathing aillis.
Ane King suld ay, at sic assay
Haue ane sad counsall him besyde,
Perchance ane fray may mak him pray
And gar him fle quhen he suld byde,
Daft vaniteis, groundit with leis,
At all times he suld let ouirslyde
Be circumspek, and in his nek
Ay haue ane Ey all time and tyde.
Haue ane sad counsall him besyde,
Perchance ane fray may mak him pray
And gar him fle quhen he suld byde,
Daft vaniteis, groundit with leis,
At all times he suld let ouirslyde
Be circumspek, and in his nek
Ay haue ane Ey all time and tyde.
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Haistie credence dois greit offence,
Gif it be in ane Conquerour,
Richt weill suld he, auisit be,
To euerie taill to giue answer.
Intreit his Lordis, as weill accordis
Than thay will serue him with honour
With blyith visage, gar pay his wage,
He sall triumphe and be victour.
Gif it be in ane Conquerour,
Richt weill suld he, auisit be,
To euerie taill to giue answer.
Intreit his Lordis, as weill accordis
Than thay will serue him with honour
With blyith visage, gar pay his wage,
He sall triumphe and be victour.
Had he sa done, not half sa sone
He had not bene sa lichtlie chaist
Bot the Doctour, vpon the Towre
Maid him out of his mynde amaist.
Captaines and Kingis tent to sic thingis
To all trattillis ȝe giue na traist,
For giȝ do, it will cum to,
As to the King that saw the Gaist.
He had not bene sa lichtlie chaist
Bot the Doctour, vpon the Towre
Maid him out of his mynde amaist.
Captaines and Kingis tent to sic thingis
To all trattillis ȝe giue na traist,
For giȝ do, it will cum to,
As to the King that saw the Gaist.
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