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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The Taill of the Fyft Maister. |
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The Taill of the Fyft Maister.
Befoir this time ane Phisitioun thair was,
Ane cunning Clerk, and namit Ypocras,
Quhilk in Phisick and vther heich science,
Ouir all vther he had preeminence.
Als had with him ane kinsman of his awin
Callit Galiene, quhais cūning was weil knawin.
All his Ingine and wit he did apply,
To leir Phisick, and the same occupy.
As his vncle at sic times had befoir,
Quhairthrow he wan greit honour, laud & gloir
Bot in so muche Galiene was not sa ald,
Zit he excellit his vncle monyfald:
In Phisick airt, and into Medicene,
He was mair schairp and quicker of Ingine.
Than Ypocras persauing in his hart,
That Galiene in craft was sa expart,
Dreiding thairfoir that he suld him excell,
And fra his gloir and profeit him expell.
And thairfoir hid als mekill as he micht
Fra Galiene, of the craft hid the slicht.
Than Galiene this weill he did persaue,
Kest him daylie the mair and mair to haue
Of Phisick airt the mair he did obtene,
On day mair than befoir in fyftene.
Quhairby the Doctour tuik in his consait,
That Galiene suld grow to greiter stait.
Thairfoir at him he had lurking Inuy,
Howbeit he had na querrel, caus nor quhy.
In this meane time the King of Vngarie
Send his message with schippis throw the sie
For Ypocras, that he micht with him speik,
And cure his sone that lay richt wonder seik
Sa Ypocras the message did ressaue,
Hartlie praying the messingers him to haue
Sum part excusit vnto thair Nobill King,
For he for eild micht mak na trauelling.
Bot I sall send my Cousing and seruand,
Quhat I will bid, that he sall tak on hand.
Sa Galiene obeyit his vncles will,
And in all pointis the same he did fulfill.
And past his way vnto that Nobill King,
Quha was richt blyith & glaid of his cūming.
Bot he meruellit quhy come not Ypocras.
Galiene said that auld and waik he was
Micht not trauell, for na trauell he vsit,
Praying his grace for to hald him excusit,
And at that time had besines ado,
That he na way as than micht cum him to.
Bot in his steid he hes me to ȝow send,
With help of God ȝour Sone sone sall I mend
Of the quhilk thing the King was weill contēt
Than Galiene vnto the Chylde he went,
Felt his Punsis, and als his Vrine saw,
Quhairby belyue his seiknes he did knaw.
Incontinent than past he to the Quene,
And said Madame, ȝour seik Sone I haue sene
And I am cum vnto ȝour Nobill grace,
Beseiking ȝow to heir me speik ane space.
Tak na disdaine, thocht I now to ȝow speik,
I come to heill ȝour Sone that lyis seik.
Scho said gude Schir say on quhat plesis ȝow
For ȝe will say nocht bot the treuth I trow.
He said Madame tell on and mak na lie
Quha is the Father of ȝour Sone tell to me?
Quha his Father (quod scho) quha bot ye King?
Quod he Madame, thair is not sic a thing.
Will ȝe say so (quod scho) for veritie,
Zeis want the heid I vow richt haistelie.
Anis I said ellis, and ȝit I say agane,
This King is not his Father in certane.
I come not heir thairfoir to lois my heid,
Nor ȝit Incur in my fault ony feid.
Nor I haue not deseruit sic rewaird,
Thocht I nane get, nathing I that regaird.
Sa to the dure he maid him straicht away,
The Quene that saw, and till him can scho say,
O gude Maister sa ȝe will keip secre
I will ȝow schaw, sa ȝe discouer not me.
Than Galiene said, Madame God me defend,
Bot I sa do vnto my lyues end.
Thairfoir to me, to schaw the treuth be bald,
For it agane sall neuer mair be tald,
In greiter thing ȝour grace sa sall I pleis,
Zour sone mak haill, and put him weill to eis.
Gif ȝe sa do, gude Maister than scho said,
Ze will mak me richt wonder blyith and glaid.
Ane gude rewaird of me sa sall ȝe haue,
And of my Lord siclike ȝe will not craue.
Thairfoir heir me till I haue said sum thing
Vpon ane time come to my Lord and King
The King of Burgon, to pas the time with sport
Quhat will ȝe mair to mak my taill now schort
To ȝow Maister, as now I will not lie,
With me he gat this chylde in priuetie.
Than Galiene said, feir not and speik no moir
The taill I knew richt perfitelie befoir.
Than to the Childe he past Incontinent,
And did him cure with ane richt Regiment.
Quhat he suld drink, and quhat suld be his meit
Water to drink, and beif daylie to eit.
Sa Galiene than within dayis thre,
The Childe maid haill of his Infirmitie.
Quhen that the King hard tell his sone was fre
Of all seiknes, and of all Maladie.
To Galiene ane gude rewaird he gaue,
Bot he the dowbill fra the Quene did ressaue.
With speciall thankis, and efter ay credence,
Sa tuik his leif, and hamewart he past hence.
Quhen he come hame to his Eme Ypocras,
At Galiene but tary culd he as:
How is the Childe that ȝe past for to se?
Schir he is haill of all seiknes, said he.
Than Ypocras Inquirit him to conclude,
Quhat he him gaue to his drink and his fude.
He said he gaue him oxin flesche to eit,
Water to drink, this was his drink and meit.
Than Ypocras to Galiene said fra hand,
The Mother is not trew to hir husband.
Than Galiene said, now Maister suith ȝe say,
With displesour Ypocras past his way.
Said to him self with haitrent and Inuy,
Weill I persaue na man will set me by
Within schort time, be na remedie found,
Bot quyte to nocht my cunning is confound.
Be his cunning he sall not faill to be,
Praisit in his wark ten times abone me.
And or sa war, without I fand remeid,
Rather I sall conspire my Cousingis deid.
Fra that time furth Ypocras ay him drest,
How he micht get Galiene deid and supprest.
In a morning Ypocras vp can rise,
Past to his Garth, as his vse was and gise.
To Galiene said with wordis fair and meik,
Now let vs go in our garding and seik
Herbes to be salf, that is of maist vertew,
For as I wis thair is growing anew,
Maister he said, I am reddy at hand,
Quhat ȝe pleis best to do as ȝe command.
Ypocras said tak vp that herb sa grene,
For it is full of vertew as I wene.
And sa he did at his Maisters command
He pullit the herb, and gaue it in his hand:
And at his nois the sawer thairof did smell,
This herb (said he) of herbis beiris the bell.
Stoup doun agane and pull vp be the rute,
Of it I sall baith profite get and frute,
For I knaw weill it is richt wonder gude
To cuill Feuer, and to stem rynning blude
Als of vertew it is richt comfortiue,
To heill all Flux to ony man on liue.
Sa Galiene na Ill hauing in minde,
To pull the rute lawlie he did Inclinde.
Quhilk wald not draw a lang time wt his hand
Than Ypocras abone him he culd stand,
And with his knife he struik him to the hart:
Caus in science he thocht him ouir expart.
Sone efter this Ypocras tuik seiknes,
Be want of blude, and of corps febilnes.
Than kest his buikis, & socht his awin science,
Him self to help he culd get na defence,
Than his Scollers in all haist come him till,
And to him said Maister quhat is ȝour will.
He bad thame bring ane twn of water fow,
With ane wōmill a hundreth hoillis boir throw
Quhen that was done thair went na water out
Than Ypocras said to thame Schirs but dout,
This is the wraith of leuing God sa hie,
That this mischance hes sufferit fall on me.
As ȝe may se, and wonder weill persaue,
For all is Iust and worthie that I haue.
And as ȝe se thair is into this twn
Ane hundreth hoillis with Irins out throw run
Throw all thir hoillis thair gais not out a drop
Bot as ȝe se dois stand still and stop,
Quhilk to nature is contrair euerie deill,
Quhairby ȝe may all vnderstand richt weill.
Richt sa thir herbis for heill that ȝe gif me,
May nathing help to my Infirmitie.
Thairfoir quhat euer ȝe tak vpon me cure,
It helpis nathing ȝe may be verray sure.
For weill I wait as now is na remeid,
Bot for my mis I mon now byde the deid.
Bot war Galiene my Neuo now leuand,
He wald not faill to mak me haill fra hand.
Quhome I did kill throw malice and Inuy,
Bot of that deid, richt sair repent now I.
Thairfoir God hes be his Iust ordinance,
Send vpon me this haistie sair vengeance.
As he sa said na ma wordis than he tald,
Bot turnit his bak, and vp the gaist he ȝald.
The Maister said, hes ȝour grace done consaue,
The sempill wordis thar to ȝow schawin I haue
The Empreour said weill I persaue the cace,
That Galiene was killit be Ypocras.
To Ypocras quhat hurt micht it haue bene,
Quhat greit honour had cum to Galiene.
The Maister said it micht be gude at all,
Gif Ypocras to seiknes had bene thrall.
Than Galiene perchance micht found remeid
And at that time he suld not sufferit deid.
Thairfoir becaus him self be Ill Intent
Killit and put doun the verray Instrument
Quhilk wald haue him supportit in this stres,
Ze may persaue in God the greit gudnes,
And richt Iudgemēt, that sa dul maid his hart,
That he culd not him self help be na Art.
Thairfoir my Lord it is euin sic ane cace.
Betuix ȝour sone and ȝour awin Nobill grace
And gif ȝour sone for ȝour wifes word ȝe sla
Considdering weill ȝe wait ȝe haue na ma.
Quhen he is deid, ȝe sall warie ȝour weird,
And wald be fane to scart him out of eird.
Quhen ȝe ar auld and may not help ȝour sell
He will ȝow help the treuth I to ȝow tell.
Thairfoir giue not sic credence to ȝour Quene,
Scho will dissaue ȝour grace quhen ȝe leist wene
Considder weill this is ȝour secund wife,
Ze may haue ma Induring ȝit ȝour life.
Amang thame all ȝit ȝe sall neuer haue
Sa wise ane Sone nane of thame sall consaue
Sa verteous in wit dois mair precell,
And in ȝour eild will saue ȝow fra perrell.
The Empreour said, for that ȝe tell to me,
Surelie this day my Sone he sall not die.
Bot I persaue and wonder weill dois mark,
That wemen bene richt craftie in thair wark.
And richt subtell for to tyist ony man,
As thay think gude, bot not the les quhat than.
For my awin saik this day he sall not die,
Quhen I haue neid I wait he will help me.
The Maister said, I thank ȝour nobill grace,
Sa tuik his leif and past hame to his place.
Ane cunning Clerk, and namit Ypocras,
Quhilk in Phisick and vther heich science,
Ouir all vther he had preeminence.
Als had with him ane kinsman of his awin
Callit Galiene, quhais cūning was weil knawin.
All his Ingine and wit he did apply,
To leir Phisick, and the same occupy.
As his vncle at sic times had befoir,
Quhairthrow he wan greit honour, laud & gloir
Bot in so muche Galiene was not sa ald,
Zit he excellit his vncle monyfald:
In Phisick airt, and into Medicene,
He was mair schairp and quicker of Ingine.
Than Ypocras persauing in his hart,
That Galiene in craft was sa expart,
Dreiding thairfoir that he suld him excell,
And fra his gloir and profeit him expell.
174
Fra Galiene, of the craft hid the slicht.
Than Galiene this weill he did persaue,
Kest him daylie the mair and mair to haue
Of Phisick airt the mair he did obtene,
On day mair than befoir in fyftene.
Quhairby the Doctour tuik in his consait,
That Galiene suld grow to greiter stait.
Thairfoir at him he had lurking Inuy,
Howbeit he had na querrel, caus nor quhy.
In this meane time the King of Vngarie
Send his message with schippis throw the sie
For Ypocras, that he micht with him speik,
And cure his sone that lay richt wonder seik
Sa Ypocras the message did ressaue,
Hartlie praying the messingers him to haue
Sum part excusit vnto thair Nobill King,
For he for eild micht mak na trauelling.
Bot I sall send my Cousing and seruand,
Quhat I will bid, that he sall tak on hand.
Sa Galiene obeyit his vncles will,
And in all pointis the same he did fulfill.
And past his way vnto that Nobill King,
Quha was richt blyith & glaid of his cūming.
Bot he meruellit quhy come not Ypocras.
Galiene said that auld and waik he was
Micht not trauell, for na trauell he vsit,
Praying his grace for to hald him excusit,
And at that time had besines ado,
That he na way as than micht cum him to.
Bot in his steid he hes me to ȝow send,
With help of God ȝour Sone sone sall I mend
Of the quhilk thing the King was weill contēt
Than Galiene vnto the Chylde he went,
Felt his Punsis, and als his Vrine saw,
Quhairby belyue his seiknes he did knaw.
175
And said Madame, ȝour seik Sone I haue sene
And I am cum vnto ȝour Nobill grace,
Beseiking ȝow to heir me speik ane space.
Tak na disdaine, thocht I now to ȝow speik,
I come to heill ȝour Sone that lyis seik.
Scho said gude Schir say on quhat plesis ȝow
For ȝe will say nocht bot the treuth I trow.
He said Madame tell on and mak na lie
Quha is the Father of ȝour Sone tell to me?
Quha his Father (quod scho) quha bot ye King?
Quod he Madame, thair is not sic a thing.
Will ȝe say so (quod scho) for veritie,
Zeis want the heid I vow richt haistelie.
Anis I said ellis, and ȝit I say agane,
This King is not his Father in certane.
I come not heir thairfoir to lois my heid,
Nor ȝit Incur in my fault ony feid.
Nor I haue not deseruit sic rewaird,
Thocht I nane get, nathing I that regaird.
Sa to the dure he maid him straicht away,
The Quene that saw, and till him can scho say,
O gude Maister sa ȝe will keip secre
I will ȝow schaw, sa ȝe discouer not me.
Than Galiene said, Madame God me defend,
Bot I sa do vnto my lyues end.
Thairfoir to me, to schaw the treuth be bald,
For it agane sall neuer mair be tald,
In greiter thing ȝour grace sa sall I pleis,
Zour sone mak haill, and put him weill to eis.
Gif ȝe sa do, gude Maister than scho said,
Ze will mak me richt wonder blyith and glaid.
Ane gude rewaird of me sa sall ȝe haue,
And of my Lord siclike ȝe will not craue.
Thairfoir heir me till I haue said sum thing
Vpon ane time come to my Lord and King
176
Quhat will ȝe mair to mak my taill now schort
To ȝow Maister, as now I will not lie,
With me he gat this chylde in priuetie.
Than Galiene said, feir not and speik no moir
The taill I knew richt perfitelie befoir.
Than to the Childe he past Incontinent,
And did him cure with ane richt Regiment.
Quhat he suld drink, and quhat suld be his meit
Water to drink, and beif daylie to eit.
Sa Galiene than within dayis thre,
The Childe maid haill of his Infirmitie.
Quhen that the King hard tell his sone was fre
Of all seiknes, and of all Maladie.
To Galiene ane gude rewaird he gaue,
Bot he the dowbill fra the Quene did ressaue.
With speciall thankis, and efter ay credence,
Sa tuik his leif, and hamewart he past hence.
Quhen he come hame to his Eme Ypocras,
At Galiene but tary culd he as:
How is the Childe that ȝe past for to se?
Schir he is haill of all seiknes, said he.
Than Ypocras Inquirit him to conclude,
Quhat he him gaue to his drink and his fude.
He said he gaue him oxin flesche to eit,
Water to drink, this was his drink and meit.
Than Ypocras to Galiene said fra hand,
The Mother is not trew to hir husband.
Than Galiene said, now Maister suith ȝe say,
With displesour Ypocras past his way.
Said to him self with haitrent and Inuy,
Weill I persaue na man will set me by
Within schort time, be na remedie found,
Bot quyte to nocht my cunning is confound.
Be his cunning he sall not faill to be,
Praisit in his wark ten times abone me.
177
Rather I sall conspire my Cousingis deid.
Fra that time furth Ypocras ay him drest,
How he micht get Galiene deid and supprest.
In a morning Ypocras vp can rise,
Past to his Garth, as his vse was and gise.
To Galiene said with wordis fair and meik,
Now let vs go in our garding and seik
Herbes to be salf, that is of maist vertew,
For as I wis thair is growing anew,
Maister he said, I am reddy at hand,
Quhat ȝe pleis best to do as ȝe command.
Ypocras said tak vp that herb sa grene,
For it is full of vertew as I wene.
And sa he did at his Maisters command
He pullit the herb, and gaue it in his hand:
And at his nois the sawer thairof did smell,
This herb (said he) of herbis beiris the bell.
Stoup doun agane and pull vp be the rute,
Of it I sall baith profite get and frute,
For I knaw weill it is richt wonder gude
To cuill Feuer, and to stem rynning blude
Als of vertew it is richt comfortiue,
To heill all Flux to ony man on liue.
Sa Galiene na Ill hauing in minde,
To pull the rute lawlie he did Inclinde.
Quhilk wald not draw a lang time wt his hand
Than Ypocras abone him he culd stand,
And with his knife he struik him to the hart:
Caus in science he thocht him ouir expart.
Sone efter this Ypocras tuik seiknes,
Be want of blude, and of corps febilnes.
Than kest his buikis, & socht his awin science,
Him self to help he culd get na defence,
Than his Scollers in all haist come him till,
And to him said Maister quhat is ȝour will.
178
With ane wōmill a hundreth hoillis boir throw
Quhen that was done thair went na water out
Than Ypocras said to thame Schirs but dout,
This is the wraith of leuing God sa hie,
That this mischance hes sufferit fall on me.
As ȝe may se, and wonder weill persaue,
For all is Iust and worthie that I haue.
And as ȝe se thair is into this twn
Ane hundreth hoillis with Irins out throw run
Throw all thir hoillis thair gais not out a drop
Bot as ȝe se dois stand still and stop,
Quhilk to nature is contrair euerie deill,
Quhairby ȝe may all vnderstand richt weill.
Richt sa thir herbis for heill that ȝe gif me,
May nathing help to my Infirmitie.
Thairfoir quhat euer ȝe tak vpon me cure,
It helpis nathing ȝe may be verray sure.
For weill I wait as now is na remeid,
Bot for my mis I mon now byde the deid.
Bot war Galiene my Neuo now leuand,
He wald not faill to mak me haill fra hand.
Quhome I did kill throw malice and Inuy,
Bot of that deid, richt sair repent now I.
Thairfoir God hes be his Iust ordinance,
Send vpon me this haistie sair vengeance.
As he sa said na ma wordis than he tald,
Bot turnit his bak, and vp the gaist he ȝald.
The Maister said, hes ȝour grace done consaue,
The sempill wordis thar to ȝow schawin I haue
The Empreour said weill I persaue the cace,
That Galiene was killit be Ypocras.
To Ypocras quhat hurt micht it haue bene,
Quhat greit honour had cum to Galiene.
The Maister said it micht be gude at all,
Gif Ypocras to seiknes had bene thrall.
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And at that time he suld not sufferit deid.
Thairfoir becaus him self be Ill Intent
Killit and put doun the verray Instrument
Quhilk wald haue him supportit in this stres,
Ze may persaue in God the greit gudnes,
And richt Iudgemēt, that sa dul maid his hart,
That he culd not him self help be na Art.
Thairfoir my Lord it is euin sic ane cace.
Betuix ȝour sone and ȝour awin Nobill grace
And gif ȝour sone for ȝour wifes word ȝe sla
Considdering weill ȝe wait ȝe haue na ma.
Quhen he is deid, ȝe sall warie ȝour weird,
And wald be fane to scart him out of eird.
Quhen ȝe ar auld and may not help ȝour sell
He will ȝow help the treuth I to ȝow tell.
Thairfoir giue not sic credence to ȝour Quene,
Scho will dissaue ȝour grace quhen ȝe leist wene
Considder weill this is ȝour secund wife,
Ze may haue ma Induring ȝit ȝour life.
Amang thame all ȝit ȝe sall neuer haue
Sa wise ane Sone nane of thame sall consaue
Sa verteous in wit dois mair precell,
And in ȝour eild will saue ȝow fra perrell.
The Empreour said, for that ȝe tell to me,
Surelie this day my Sone he sall not die.
Bot I persaue and wonder weill dois mark,
That wemen bene richt craftie in thair wark.
And richt subtell for to tyist ony man,
As thay think gude, bot not the les quhat than.
For my awin saik this day he sall not die,
Quhen I haue neid I wait he will help me.
The Maister said, I thank ȝour nobill grace,
Sa tuik his leif and past hame to his place.
Quhen that this taill was tald to the Empres
Gif scho was blyith the auditouris may ges.
Scho schew hir self in minde Impatient,
All that hir saw, beleuit that scho had went
Quyte out of minde, and as ane bodie mad,
And hir fyue wittis clene tynt away scho had.
All that hir saw had pietie of hir cheir,
Scho schoutit sa, that all the place micht heir
Sum of the Lordis to the Empreour can ga
And schew to him that it stude with hir sa.
Thay said my Lord without ȝe find remeid,
Zour Emprice will hir awin self put to deid.
Quhome to he past, and speirit at hir quhairfoir
Euerie day ȝe murne ay moir and moir.
Scho said my Lord I meruell in ane part,
That I birst not, and in twa brekis my hart.
I knaw I am the dochter of ane King,
And than ȝour wife, quhilk is ane greiter thing
In all my dayis sufferit I not sic schame,
As I haue done, sen I come to ȝow hame.
And euer mair ȝe promeis me ane mendis,
And as ȝe do, God and the warld it kendis.
The Empreour said I wait not quhat to do,
Nor to quhat side is best to turne me to.
For day be day ȝe seik my Sonnis deid,
And his Maisteris, thairof thay seik remeid.
He is my Sone, that I beleue and knaw,
Bot I can not the veritie ȝit schaw:
Quhidder I sall to ȝow gif mair credence,
Than the Maisteris with all thair greit science
Ze tell ane taill quhilk I think gude and fair,
And thay ane vther, to ȝouris is plat contrair.
The Emprice said that is the verray thing
That troubillis my hart, & causis my murning
Becaus ȝe gif thame ay the mair credence,
And to thair taill takis greiter attendence,
Nor to my taill, quhilk tellis the veritie,
Quhilk ȝe sall sair repent ȝit or ȝe die.
And in few dayis ȝe will get sic rewaird,
As did ane King ressaue fra his Steward.
The Empreour said, than tell me that taill sone
Perchance ȝour will thairefter may be done.
Scho said I sall begin with diligence,
Bot I pray ȝow to gif me audience.
With peirt visage and countenance richt haill,
On this fassoun began to tell hir taill.
Zit or scho get of hir taill audience,
Sum we will say of the last taill past hence.
Gif scho was blyith the auditouris may ges.
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All that hir saw, beleuit that scho had went
Quyte out of minde, and as ane bodie mad,
And hir fyue wittis clene tynt away scho had.
All that hir saw had pietie of hir cheir,
Scho schoutit sa, that all the place micht heir
Sum of the Lordis to the Empreour can ga
And schew to him that it stude with hir sa.
Thay said my Lord without ȝe find remeid,
Zour Emprice will hir awin self put to deid.
Quhome to he past, and speirit at hir quhairfoir
Euerie day ȝe murne ay moir and moir.
Scho said my Lord I meruell in ane part,
That I birst not, and in twa brekis my hart.
I knaw I am the dochter of ane King,
And than ȝour wife, quhilk is ane greiter thing
In all my dayis sufferit I not sic schame,
As I haue done, sen I come to ȝow hame.
And euer mair ȝe promeis me ane mendis,
And as ȝe do, God and the warld it kendis.
The Empreour said I wait not quhat to do,
Nor to quhat side is best to turne me to.
For day be day ȝe seik my Sonnis deid,
And his Maisteris, thairof thay seik remeid.
He is my Sone, that I beleue and knaw,
Bot I can not the veritie ȝit schaw:
Quhidder I sall to ȝow gif mair credence,
Than the Maisteris with all thair greit science
Ze tell ane taill quhilk I think gude and fair,
And thay ane vther, to ȝouris is plat contrair.
The Emprice said that is the verray thing
That troubillis my hart, & causis my murning
Becaus ȝe gif thame ay the mair credence,
And to thair taill takis greiter attendence,
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Quhilk ȝe sall sair repent ȝit or ȝe die.
And in few dayis ȝe will get sic rewaird,
As did ane King ressaue fra his Steward.
The Empreour said, than tell me that taill sone
Perchance ȝour will thairefter may be done.
Scho said I sall begin with diligence,
Bot I pray ȝow to gif me audience.
With peirt visage and countenance richt haill,
On this fassoun began to tell hir taill.
Zit or scho get of hir taill audience,
Sum we will say of the last taill past hence.
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