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Lydgate's Fall of Princes

Edited by Dr. Henry Bergen ... presented to The Early English Text Society by The Carnegie Institution of Washington

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[How Diogenes the emperour was take and eiene put out.]
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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[How Diogenes the emperour was take and eiene put out.]

Afftir to Bochas ther cam tweyne on þe ryng,
Duk of Sweue, Hermest, as I reede,
Geyn themperour first maliciousli werki[n]g,
Herry themperour regnyng tho in deede.
But for his malis, this was his fatal meede:
Banshed to duelle among beestis most sauage,
Slayn in a forest for his gret outrage.
Whan Constantyn departed from this lyff,
Which of al Grece was lord and gouernour,
Be mariage of hire that was his wiff,
A kniht Diogenes was maad emperour;
Fortune to hym dide so gret fauour,

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Constantynople holdyng in his hond,
As souereyn prince of al Grekis lond.
Yet ther wer summe that gruchched þerageyn
And hadde of hym gret indignacioun.
The kyng of Perse, Belset Tarquemayn,
From hym be force took many a regioun;
Mesopotanye to his pocessioun
Took be strong hand, thoruh his cheualrie,
Maugre Diogenes, & al-most al Surrie.
Belset Tarquemayn made hymself so strong,
Bi manli force Diogenes tassaile;
And for Diogenes thouhte he did hym wrong,
He gan ordeyne gret stuff & apparaile;
A day assigned, thei mette in bataile,—
Diogenes of froward auenture
He and his knihtis brouht to disconfiture.
Take he was and brouht be gret disdeyn,
In whom as tho ther was no resistence,
To kyng Belset callid Tarquemayn.
And whan he cam onto his presence,
Ageyn[e]s hym was youe this sentence:
To lyn doun plat, and the kyng Belsette
Sholde take his foot and on his throte it sette.
This was doon for an hih[e] despiht,
Diogenes brouht foorth on a cheyne,
Withoute reuerence, fauour or respiht,
At gret[e] feestis assigned was his peyne;
And aldirlast put out his eye[n] tweyne.
The wheel of Fortune tourneth as a ball;
Sodeyn clymbyng axeth a sodeyn fall.