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 | CHAPTER LXXX. The Original Chronicle of Andrew of Wyntoun |  |
CHAPTER LXXX.
Off the emperour Schir AdryaneAnd of Antone the myld as ane.
A hundreth and xxii. ȝere
Efter þe byrth of our Lord deire,
Alexander, paip of Rome,
And kepare of all Cristindome,
Five monethis and viii. ȝere
And twa dais als, to rekin cleire,
In till the papis segis sat;
Bot syne it waikit efter that
Fully five and thretty dais.
Efter þe byrth of our Lord deire,
Alexander, paip of Rome,
And kepare of all Cristindome,
Five monethis and viii. ȝere
And twa dais als, to rekin cleire,
In till the papis segis sat;
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Fully five and thretty dais.
He ordanit, as Frere Martyne sais,
Watter and salt till hallowit be;
Haly watter sa fyrst maid he
With effectuouse orisonis
Agane all euill temptationis.
And syne he bad efter als fast
The haly watter in houssis cast,
And at haly watter ay
Suld be maid ilk Sonday.
In to the mess he ordanit syne
The watter suld be put in wyne;
The breid als that vsit suld be
Round, of litill quantite,
And bot of floure and watter cleire,
And but ony vthere matere,
He ordanit þan, and efter his day
That haly kirk hes vsit ay.
And syne in till the cannone he
Maid of the mess Qui pridie,
That ȝit is vsit to be said
Quhen þe chesabill is vplaid
Befor the eleuatioun,
Syne makis the consecratioun.
This emperour Schir Adryane
Gert this pape Alexander be tane,
And presonyt him in pyt to pyne;
Throu mertyrdome he slew him syne.
Watter and salt till hallowit be;
Haly watter sa fyrst maid he
With effectuouse orisonis
Agane all euill temptationis.
And syne he bad efter als fast
The haly watter in houssis cast,
And at haly watter ay
Suld be maid ilk Sonday.
In to the mess he ordanit syne
The watter suld be put in wyne;
The breid als that vsit suld be
Round, of litill quantite,
And bot of floure and watter cleire,
And but ony vthere matere,
He ordanit þan, and efter his day
That haly kirk hes vsit ay.
And syne in till the cannone he
Maid of the mess Qui pridie,
That ȝit is vsit to be said
Quhen þe chesabill is vplaid
Befor the eleuatioun,
Syne makis the consecratioun.
This emperour Schir Adryane
Gert this pape Alexander be tane,
And presonyt him in pyt to pyne;
Throu mertyrdome he slew him syne.
And thus quhen Alexander wes dede,
The pape Sixt sat in his steid
Ten ȝeris and monethis thre,
And ane and twenty dais fre.
Bot or that Alexander wes pape,
Or of Rome wes maid bischape,
This emperour Schir Adriane
Off the empire the stait had tane,
And liffit in eise and honour
Ane and twenty ȝeris emperoure.
Ierusalem in his tyme gert he
Weill agane vpbiggit be,
Bot the Iowis he held ay
In subiectioun till his end day.
He wes avenand man and abill,
And in all haiffingis honorabill,
And maid lawis imperiall,
And wes waill wyss in gouernall.
A gret pyllare he gert be maid
In Rome, and thereon his name maid.
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Ten ȝeris and monethis thre,
And ane and twenty dais fre.
Bot or that Alexander wes pape,
Or of Rome wes maid bischape,
This emperour Schir Adriane
Off the empire the stait had tane,
And liffit in eise and honour
Ane and twenty ȝeris emperoure.
Ierusalem in his tyme gert he
Weill agane vpbiggit be,
Bot the Iowis he held ay
In subiectioun till his end day.
He wes avenand man and abill,
And in all haiffingis honorabill,
And maid lawis imperiall,
And wes waill wyss in gouernall.
A gret pyllare he gert be maid
In Rome, and thereon his name maid.
To þe emperour Schir Traiane
Nixt nychtboure wes Adriane;
At Traiane ay he had invy
That he wes luffit sa specially;
For þat invy [gret] landis seire,
That to the empyre wonnyng were,
As Babulone and Ermeny,
And all the landis of Surry,
Throu vertu and wit of Traiane,
This emperour Schir Adriane
Leiffit, and swa set him sone
For all Denmerk till haue done;
Na were his counsall maid him let
And him on vthire purposs set.
All þe tyme of his empyre,
That he of Rome wes lord and syre,
And liffit in quyet and in pess,
And weill letterit man he wes;
Baith of Latyne and of Grew
He wes weill langagit, and in Hebrew.
He mony rychtwiss lawis maid,
And in Athenis ordanit he had
Off full faire werk a gret librare;
He bad at nane sa hardy ware
Cristin men for to suppriss,
Or þame to cryme on ony wyss,
Bot gif þat pruf agane þaim maid,
And þe law þaim convickit had.
The kirk in his tyme Orientall
The oiss of seruice changeit haill
Into the langage than of Grew,
Out of the langage of Hebrew.
Sanct Ierome and vthere doctouris syne
Translatit it in to Latyne.
He ekit gretly þe tresoure,
And held his knychtis in honour;
Off Ierusalem quhen he
Had all biggit the cete,
He gert oure all that steid
Quhare Crist tholit passioun of deid,
And Cristin men ay levit he
Within that steid to haif entre;
Bot he wald grant on nakyne wiss
To the Iowis þat franchis.
Nixt nychtboure wes Adriane;
At Traiane ay he had invy
That he wes luffit sa specially;
For þat invy [gret] landis seire,
That to the empyre wonnyng were,
As Babulone and Ermeny,
And all the landis of Surry,
Throu vertu and wit of Traiane,
This emperour Schir Adriane
Leiffit, and swa set him sone
For all Denmerk till haue done;
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And him on vthire purposs set.
All þe tyme of his empyre,
That he of Rome wes lord and syre,
And liffit in quyet and in pess,
And weill letterit man he wes;
Baith of Latyne and of Grew
He wes weill langagit, and in Hebrew.
He mony rychtwiss lawis maid,
And in Athenis ordanit he had
Off full faire werk a gret librare;
He bad at nane sa hardy ware
Cristin men for to suppriss,
Or þame to cryme on ony wyss,
Bot gif þat pruf agane þaim maid,
And þe law þaim convickit had.
The kirk in his tyme Orientall
The oiss of seruice changeit haill
Into the langage than of Grew,
Out of the langage of Hebrew.
Sanct Ierome and vthere doctouris syne
Translatit it in to Latyne.
He ekit gretly þe tresoure,
And held his knychtis in honour;
Off Ierusalem quhen he
Had all biggit the cete,
He gert oure all that steid
Quhare Crist tholit passioun of deid,
And Cristin men ay levit he
Within that steid to haif entre;
Bot he wald grant on nakyne wiss
To the Iowis þat franchis.
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Quhen his barnage come him till,
And said him that it wes thare will,
And gaif him for full counsall all
Cesare August his sone to call,
He said it mycht suffice þat he
Him self þat stude in that degre,
And but dissert regnyt emperour,
Thocht þat stait and that honour
Wer nocht spilt in sic ane vthere,
Quhether þat he were sone or broþer.
Thare suld na stait succeid be blude,
Bot thare were vnder vertew gud;
A lord borne without merit,
He said, is nocht worth a myte;
A king of byrth and vnworthy
Regnys, he said, vnhappely;
The fader, he said, he couth weill pruf,
Dispolȝeis þe sone of fader luf,
Mare chargis on his bak to lay
Than he may meitly beire away;
For sa he settis his besynes
To smore his sone be lyklynes,
And vnder birth him to suppriss,
But help of him with it to ryss.
For thy suld men in þare ȝouthheid
Be techit weill to pruf in deid,
And follow the effect of thare lard
Quham in þai saw vertu in ward;
And gif thai grew sa in valew
Throu wit, worschip and vertew,
That thai were like þaim to exceid,
That thai in honoure wald preceid,
Than suld þai clyne as thai were cald,
And stedfastly thare steppis [hald]
In to þat hicht quhill thai were set,
That thai þame presit befor to get,
Than regne and rewill thare rialte
With luf and larges, and leill lawte.
And said him that it wes thare will,
And gaif him for full counsall all
Cesare August his sone to call,
He said it mycht suffice þat he
Him self þat stude in that degre,
And but dissert regnyt emperour,
Thocht þat stait and that honour
Wer nocht spilt in sic ane vthere,
Quhether þat he were sone or broþer.
Thare suld na stait succeid be blude,
Bot thare were vnder vertew gud;
A lord borne without merit,
He said, is nocht worth a myte;
A king of byrth and vnworthy
Regnys, he said, vnhappely;
The fader, he said, he couth weill pruf,
Dispolȝeis þe sone of fader luf,
Mare chargis on his bak to lay
Than he may meitly beire away;
For sa he settis his besynes
To smore his sone be lyklynes,
And vnder birth him to suppriss,
But help of him with it to ryss.
For thy suld men in þare ȝouthheid
Be techit weill to pruf in deid,
And follow the effect of thare lard
Quham in þai saw vertu in ward;
And gif thai grew sa in valew
Throu wit, worschip and vertew,
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That thai in honoure wald preceid,
Than suld þai clyne as thai were cald,
And stedfastly thare steppis [hald]
In to þat hicht quhill thai were set,
That thai þame presit befor to get,
Than regne and rewill thare rialte
With luf and larges, and leill lawte.
Quhillis Schir Adriane regnit thus,
The philosophour Secundus
Wes in his flouris and his stait;
Bot his sentens all he wrait,
For strait silens he held ay;
The causs thareof I bid nocht say,
For ȝe may fynd in his buke,
Gif ȝe will in his tretiss luke.
The philosophour Secundus
Wes in his flouris and his stait;
Bot his sentens all he wrait,
For strait silens he held ay;
The causs thareof I bid nocht say,
For ȝe may fynd in his buke,
Gif ȝe will in his tretiss luke.
In till his tyme, as I herd tell,
Oure the Pightis Wordegell
Raiss, and king wes of Scotland
Twenty winter haill regnand.
Oure the Pightis Wordegell
Raiss, and king wes of Scotland
Twenty winter haill regnand.
In till þis Adryanis dais
Sext, as þe corniklis sais,
Wes pape of Rome, and ordanit ay
Sanctus at þe mess to say
Forouth þe leuacioun,
And efter þe prefacioun.
He ordanit als the corporall
Off clene lynt to be maid haill,
Faire and quhit, foroutin lit,
And als þat nane suld handill it,
Nor nakyne thing that hallowit ware,
As chalis, towell or altare,
Bot thai that ministerit it in þat degre,
And ordanit ware and had pouste.
Sext, as þe corniklis sais,
Wes pape of Rome, and ordanit ay
Sanctus at þe mess to say
Forouth þe leuacioun,
And efter þe prefacioun.
He ordanit als the corporall
Off clene lynt to be maid haill,
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And als þat nane suld handill it,
Nor nakyne thing that hallowit ware,
As chalis, towell or altare,
Bot thai that ministerit it in þat degre,
And ordanit ware and had pouste.
And efter him, quhen he wes dede,
Thelesslour sat in till his steid
Thre monethis and xi. ȝere,
And xxii. dais neire.
He first ordanit to fast ay
Sex wolkis haill befor Pasche day,
And Gloria in excelsis he
Ordanit at the mess to be
Said, and on the Ȝule day
He bad thre messes be said ay:
At cokcraw the first mess,
For Crist in þat tyme borne wes;
The toþer syne ordanit he
In the dawing songing to be,
For þat tyme Crist in clathis clene
Wes sweyllit and with hirdis sene,
And worschippit full deuotly,
As Luke beris witnes verrayly;
Syne the thrid mess of þat day
Efter terce he ordanit ay
To be songin, quhen at þe licht
Off our redemptioun shynit brycht.
Thelesslour sat in till his steid
Thre monethis and xi. ȝere,
And xxii. dais neire.
He first ordanit to fast ay
Sex wolkis haill befor Pasche day,
And Gloria in excelsis he
Ordanit at the mess to be
Said, and on the Ȝule day
He bad thre messes be said ay:
At cokcraw the first mess,
For Crist in þat tyme borne wes;
The toþer syne ordanit he
In the dawing songing to be,
For þat tyme Crist in clathis clene
Wes sweyllit and with hirdis sene,
And worschippit full deuotly,
As Luke beris witnes verrayly;
Syne the thrid mess of þat day
Efter terce he ordanit ay
To be songin, quhen at þe licht
Off our redemptioun shynit brycht.
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And efter that Schir Adriane
Faire deid deit in Chawmpane,
Antone the myld of the empyre
Stude emperoure, and lord and syre;
Thretty ȝeris and monethis thre
In to Rome þat stait held he.
Mawch he wes till Adriane,
And to all Cristin men ilkane
He wes rycht mekle and of gud will;
Forthy that name wes gevin him till,
That myld Antone thai vsit all
And thare fader him to call.
And als in his tyme landis seire,
That oblist to gret dettis were,
Off þare dettis he maid þaim fre,
Bot þare homage ay still held he.
The medicynare, Galiene be name,
In his tyme wes of gret fame,
And Tholonus in astronomy
Wes þan commendit gretumly.
And þat tyme alsua Pompeyus,
That be name wes callit Trogus,
A speciall kynd of natioune,
Commendit wes of gret renovne;
Off all the warld þan þe storyis
Fra Nynus king begouth to ryse
Till þat tyme of Octoviane
All þe warld to þe empyre wan,
This Pompeyus in Latyne
Cornykillit, and devisit syne
That in fourty bukis and foure;
There efter Iustyne, þat red þaim oure,
Abregit all þai gret storyis
In smallare and in gret tretiss.
This myld Antone vsit to say
That him had fere levere alway
A man of his to saue vnslane
Than of his fais to sla agane
For a man a thousand haill,
How euer þe vre ȝeid of batall.
Faire deid deit in Chawmpane,
Antone the myld of the empyre
Stude emperoure, and lord and syre;
Thretty ȝeris and monethis thre
In to Rome þat stait held he.
Mawch he wes till Adriane,
And to all Cristin men ilkane
He wes rycht mekle and of gud will;
Forthy that name wes gevin him till,
That myld Antone thai vsit all
And thare fader him to call.
And als in his tyme landis seire,
That oblist to gret dettis were,
Off þare dettis he maid þaim fre,
Bot þare homage ay still held he.
The medicynare, Galiene be name,
In his tyme wes of gret fame,
And Tholonus in astronomy
Wes þan commendit gretumly.
And þat tyme alsua Pompeyus,
That be name wes callit Trogus,
A speciall kynd of natioune,
Commendit wes of gret renovne;
Off all the warld þan þe storyis
Fra Nynus king begouth to ryse
Till þat tyme of Octoviane
All þe warld to þe empyre wan,
This Pompeyus in Latyne
Cornykillit, and devisit syne
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There efter Iustyne, þat red þaim oure,
Abregit all þai gret storyis
In smallare and in gret tretiss.
This myld Antone vsit to say
That him had fere levere alway
A man of his to saue vnslane
Than of his fais to sla agane
For a man a thousand haill,
How euer þe vre ȝeid of batall.
Antone þe myld, the emperour,
All tyme to gud men did honour,
He had a dochter hecht Faustyne,
Faire of face, and fassone fyne;
In till hir play anis scho past,
Scho saw quhare men wer fechtand fast;
One ane of þaim scho set hir luf,
For manhud at scho saw him prufe,
And brint in luf sa straitly
That seik baith scho wes and sary,
And in poynt for to beyne dede,
Bot scho had soner gottin remeid.
Hir husband forthy fra Calde
Gert medycenaris fechit be,
To se and wit quhat malady
Travalit his wif full fellonly.
Quhen þai come and had sene hir weill,
And scho had tald þaim euerilk deill
The manere of hir malady,
Thai gaif hir counsall halely
The man at sa his manheid pruffit,
And at scho sa straitly luffit,
To be slane, and syne his blude
In till a weschall tycht and gud
Suld be put syne haistely,
And wesche tharwith oure hir body
With þat blude till it were hait.
And sa þai did without debait,
And quhen þai had on þat wiss done
Hir temptatioun cessit sone,
And scho couerit of hir malady,
And left hir foly fantasy.
Bot methink heire wes litill skill,
That þai suld for hir wanton will
Sla a saikles man but law.
There wes of God bot litill aw,
For, gif ony suld haif bene slane,
It suld haif bene scho in certane,
Erare þan he þat maid na causs;
Bot it is said in commone sawis
That mastry mawis þe medow doune ay,
And sa fell heire, þe suth to say.
All tyme to gud men did honour,
He had a dochter hecht Faustyne,
Faire of face, and fassone fyne;
In till hir play anis scho past,
Scho saw quhare men wer fechtand fast;
One ane of þaim scho set hir luf,
For manhud at scho saw him prufe,
And brint in luf sa straitly
That seik baith scho wes and sary,
And in poynt for to beyne dede,
Bot scho had soner gottin remeid.
Hir husband forthy fra Calde
Gert medycenaris fechit be,
To se and wit quhat malady
Travalit his wif full fellonly.
Quhen þai come and had sene hir weill,
And scho had tald þaim euerilk deill
The manere of hir malady,
Thai gaif hir counsall halely
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And at scho sa straitly luffit,
To be slane, and syne his blude
In till a weschall tycht and gud
Suld be put syne haistely,
And wesche tharwith oure hir body
With þat blude till it were hait.
And sa þai did without debait,
And quhen þai had on þat wiss done
Hir temptatioun cessit sone,
And scho couerit of hir malady,
And left hir foly fantasy.
Bot methink heire wes litill skill,
That þai suld for hir wanton will
Sla a saikles man but law.
There wes of God bot litill aw,
For, gif ony suld haif bene slane,
It suld haif bene scho in certane,
Erare þan he þat maid na causs;
Bot it is said in commone sawis
That mastry mawis þe medow doune ay,
And sa fell heire, þe suth to say.
All þis tyme in to Scotland
Attour þe Pightis wes regnand
Derwolkchet, oure þaim king
Fourty winter, but lesing.
In this tyme Thelesflorus
Attour þe Pightis wes regnand
Derwolkchet, oure þaim king
Fourty winter, but lesing.
The pape deit, and Ygynyus
Four ȝeris and monethis thre
In Rome he held the papis se.
He maid and ordanit the clergy
Discrivit be greis properly.
The god fader he bad alsua,
Or the god moder, barnis to ta
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He ordanit alsua þat manere
Quhen barnys suld confermyt be.
And syne in generall letter he
Off God and manis vnyoune
In Cristis incarnatioun
He wrait to be haldin ay,
But ony dout, of Cristin fay.
| CHAPTER LXXX. The Original Chronicle of Andrew of Wyntoun | |