The Ellesmere ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.
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The Ellesmere ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.
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Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
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London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,
1868-1879.
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¶ Heere begynneth the man of lawe his tale
IN Surrye whilom dwelte a compaignyeOf chapmen riche / and therto sadde and treweThat wyde where / senten hir spiceryeClothes of gold / and satyns riche of heweLine 137 Hir chaffare / was so thrifty and so neweThat euery wight / hath deyntee to chaffareWith hem / and eek / to sellen hem hire wareLine 140
Now fil it that the maistres / of that sortHan shapen hem / to Rome for to wendeWere it for chapmanhode / or for disportNoon oother message / wolde they thider sendeLine 144 But comen hem self to Rome / this is the endeAnd in swich place / as thoughte hem auantageffor hire entente / they take hir herbergageLine 147
¶ Soiourned han thise Marchantz / in that tounA certein tyme / as fil to hire plesanceAnd so bifel / that thexcellent renounOf the Emperours doghter / Dame CustanceLine 151 Reported was / with euery circumstanceVn to thise Surryen Marchantz / in swich a wyseffro day to day / as I shal yow deuyseLine 154
¶ This was the commune voys of every manOure Emperour of Rome / god hym seeA doghter hath / that syn the world biganTo rekene as wel / hir goodnesse as beauteeLine 158 Nas neuere / swich another as is sheeI prey to god / in honour hire susteeneAnd wolde she were / of all Europe the queene
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In hire / is heigh beautee / with oute pride [folio 55a] Yowthe / with oute grenehede / or folyeTo alle hire werkes / vertu is hir gydeHumblesse / hath slayn in hire al tirannyeLine 165 She is Mirour / of alle curteisyeHir herte / is verray chambre of hoolynesseHir hand / Ministre of fredam for almesseLine 168
And al this voys was sooth / as god is treweBut now to purpos / lat vs turne agaynThise Marchantz / han doon fraught / hir shippes neweAnd whan they han / this blisful mayden saynLine 172 Hoom to Surrye / been they went ful faynAnd doon hir nedes / as they han doon yooreAnd lyuen in wele / I kan sey yow namooreLine 175
¶ Now fil it that thise Marchantz / stode in graceOf hym / that was the Sowdan of Surryeffor whan they cam / from any strange placeHe wolde / of his benigne curteisyeLine 179 Make hem good chiere / and bisily espyeTidynges / of sondry regnes for to leereThe wondres / that they myghte seen or heereLine 182
Amonges othere thynges speciallyThise Marchantz / han hym toold / of dame CustanceSo greet noblesse / in ernest ceriouslyThat this Sowdan / hath caught so greet plesanceLine 186 To han hir figure / in his remembranceThat all his lust and al his bisy cureWas for to loue hire / while his lyf may dureLine 189
Parauenture / in thilke large book/Which þat men clipe the heuene / ywriten wasWith sterres / whan that he his birthe took/That he for loue / sholde han his deeth allas
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Line 193 For in the sterres / clerer than is glasIs writen god woot who so koude it redeThe deeth of euery man / withouten dredeLine 196
In sterres many a wynter / ther bifornWas writen the deeth / of Ector / AchillesOf Pompei Iulius / er they were bornThe strif of Thebes / and of ErculesLine 200 Of Sampson / Turnus / and of SocratesThe deeth / but mennes wittes ben so dulleThat no wight kan wel rede it atte fulleLine 203
¶ This Sowdan / for his priuee conseil sente [folio 55b] And shortly / of this matiere for to paceHe hath to hem / declared his ententeAnd seyde hem certein / but he myghte haue graceLine 207 To han Custance / with-Inne a litel spaceHe nas but deed / and charged hem in hyeTo shapen for his lyf / som remedyeLine 210
¶ Diuerse men / diuerse thynges seydenThey argumenten / casten vp and dounMany a subtil resoun / forth they leydenThey speken of / Magyk and AbusionLine 214 But finally / as in conclusionThey kan nat seen / in that noon auantagNe in noon oother wey saue mariageLine 217
Thanne sawe they ther-Inne swich difficulteeBy wey of reson / for to speke al playnBy cause / that ther was swich diuersiteeBitwene hir bothe lawes / that they saynLine 221 They trowe / þat no cristene prince wolde faynWedden his child / vnder oure lawes sweeteThat vs were taught by Mahoun oure prophete
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¶ And he answerde / rather than I leseCustance./ I wol be cristned douteleesI moot been hires / I may noon oother cheseI prey yow / hoold youre argumentz in peesLine 228 Saueth my lyf / and beth noght reccheleesTo geten hire / that hath my lyf in cureFor in this wo / I may nat longe endureLine 231
¶ What nedeth / gretter dilatacionI seye / by tretys / and EmbassadrieAnd by / the popes mediacionAnd al the chirche / and al the chiualrieLine 235 That in destruccion of MaumettrieAnd in encrees / of cristes lawe deereThey been acorded / so as ye shal heereLine 238
How that the sowdan / and his BaronageAnd alle hise liges / sholde ycristned beAnd he shal han / Custance / in mariageAnd certein gold / I noot what quantiteeLine 242 And heer to founden / sufficient sureteeThis same accord / was sworn on eyther sydeNow faire Custance / almyghty god thee gydeLine 245
¶ Now wolde som men / waiten as I gesse [folio 56a] That I sholde tellen / al the purueianceThat themperour / of his grete noblesseHath shapen / for his doghter dame CustanceLine 249 Wel may men knowen / þat so greet ordinanceMay no man tellen / in a litel clauseAs was arrayed / for so heigh a causeLine 252
Bisshopes been shapen / with hire for to wendeLordes / ladies / knyghtes of renounAnd oother folk ynogh / this is thendeAnd notified is / thurgh out the toun
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Line 256 That euery wight / with greet deuociounSholde preyen crist that he this mariageReceyue in gree / and spede this viageLine 259
¶ The day is comen / of hir departyngeI seye / the woful day fatal is comeThat ther may be / no lenger tariyngeBut forthward they hem dressen / alle and someLine 263 Custance / þat was with sorwe al ouercomefful pale arist and dresseth hire to wendeffor wel she seeth / ther is noon oother endeLine 266
Allas / what wonder is it thogh she wepteThat shal be sent / to strange nacionffro freendes þat so tendrely hire kepteAnd to be bounden / vnder subieccionLine 270 Of oon / she knoweth nat his condicionHousbondes been alle goode / and han ben yooreThat knowen wyues / I dar say yow na mooreLine 273
¶ ffader she seyde / thy wrecched child CustanceThy yonge doghter / fostred vp so softeAnd ye my mooder / my souerayn plesanceOuer alle thyng out taken crist on lofteLine 277 Custance youre child / hire recomandeth ofteVn to your grace / for I shal to SurryeNe shal I neuere / seen yow moore with eyeLine 280
Allas / vn to the Barbre nacionI moste goon / syn that it is youre willeBut crist that starf / for our sauacionSo yeue me grace / hise heestes to fulfilleLine 284 I wrecche womman / no fors / though I spilleWommen are born / to thraldom and penanceAnd to been / vnder mannes gouernance
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¶ I trowe at Troye / whan Pirrus brak / the wal [folio 56b] Or Ilion / brende Thebes the CiteeNat Rome / for the harm thurgh HanybalThat Romayns / hath venquysshed tymes threLine 291 Nas herd / swich tendre wepyng for piteeAs in the chambre was for hire departyngeBut forth she moot wher so she wepe or syngeLine 294
¶ O firste moeuyng / crueel firmamentWith thy diurnal sweigh / that crowdest ayAnd hurlest al / from Est til OccidentThat naturelly / wolde holde another wayLine 298 Thy crowdyng / set the heuene in swich arrayAt the bigynnyng of this fiers viageThat crueel Mars / hath slayn this mariageLine 301
Infortunat Ascendent tortuousOf which / the lord is helplees falle allasOut of his Angle / in to the derkeste housO Mars / o Atazir / as in this casLine 305 O fieble Moone / vnhappy been thy paasThou knyttest thee / ther thou art nat receyuedTher thou were weel / fro thennes artow weyuedLine 308
Imprudent Emperour / of Rome allasWas ther / no philosophre / in al thy tounIs no tyme bet than oother / in swich casOf viage / is ther noon eleccionLine 312 Namely / to folk / of heigh condicionNoght whan a roote / is of a burthe yknoweAllas / we been / to lewed or to sloweLine 315
¶ To ship is come / this woful faire maydeSolempnely / with euery circumstanceNow Ihesu crist be with yow alle she saydeTher nys namoore / but farewel / faire Custance
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Line 319 She peyneth hire / to make good contenanceAnd forth / I lete hire saille / in this manereAnd turne I wole / agayn to my matereLine 322
¶ The mooder / of the Sowdan / welle of vicesEspied hath / hir sones pleyn ententeHow he wol lete / hise olde sacrificesAnd right anon / she for hir conseil senteLine 326 And they been come / to knowe what she menteAnd whan assembled was / this folk in feereShe sette hire doun / and seyde as ye shal heereLine 329
¶ Lordes / she seyde / ye knowen euerichon [folio 57a] How that my sone / in point is for to leteThe hooly lawes / of oure AlkaronYeuen by goddes message MakometeLine 333 But oon auow / to grete god I heeteThe lyf shal rather / out of my body sterteThan Makometes lawe / out of myn herteLine 336
What sholde vs tyden / of this newe laweBut thraldom to our bodies and penanceAnd afterward / in helle to be draweffor we reneyed / Mahoun oure creanceLine 340 But lordes / wol ye maken assuranceAs I shal seyn / assentynge to my looreAnd I shal make vs sauf for eueremooreLine 343
¶ They sworen / and assenten euery manTo lyue with hire and dye / and by hire stondeAnd euerich / in the beste wise he kanTo strengthen hire / shal alle hise frendes fondeLine 347 And she hath / this emprise ytake on hondeWhich ye shal heren / that I shal deuyseAnd to hem alle / she spak right in this wyse
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¶ We shul first feyne vs / cristendom to takeCoold water / shal nat greue vs but a liteAnd I shal / swiche a feeste and reuel makeThat as I trowe / I shal the Sowdan quiteLine 354 ffor thogh his wyf / be cristned neuer so whiteShe shal haue nede / to wasshe awey the redeThogh she / a font ful water / with hire ledeLine 357
O Sowdanesse / roote of IniquiteeVirago / thou Semyrame the secoundeO serpent / vnder femynynyteeLik to the serpent depe in helle yboundeLine 361 O feyned womman / al that may confoundeVertu and Innocence / thurgh thy maliceIs bred in thee / as nest of euery viceLine 364
O Sathan enuious / syn thilke dayThat thou were chaced from oure heritageWel knowestow / to wommen the olde wayThou madest Eua / brynge vs in seruageLine 368 Thou wolt fordoon / this cristen mariageThyn Instrument so weylawey the whileMakestow of wommen / whan thou wolt bigileLine 371
¶ This Sowdanesse / whom I thus blame and warye [folio 57b] Leet priuely / hire conseil goon hire wayWhat sholde I in this tale lenger taryeShe rydeth to the Sowdan / on a dayLine 375 And seyde hym / that she wolde reneye hir layAnd cristendom / of preestes handes fongeRepentynge hire / she hethen was so longeLine 378
Bisechynge hym / to doon hire that honourThat she moste han / the cristen folk to feesteTo plesen hem I wol do my labourThe Sowdan seith / I wol doon at youre heeste
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Line 382 And knelynge / thanketh hire of that requesteSo glad he was / he nyste what to seyeShe kiste hir sone / and hoome she gooth hir weyeLine 385
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¶ Sequitur pars secunda.
Arryued been / this cristen folk to londeIn Surrye / with a greet solempne routeAnd hastifliche / this Sowdan sente his sondeffirst to his mooder / and all the regne abouteLine 389 And seyde / his wyf was comen oute of douteAnd preyde hire / for to ryde agayn the queeneThe honour of his regne / to susteeneLine 392
Greet was the prees / and riche was tharrayOf Surryens and Romayns met yfeereThe mooder of the Sowdan / riche and gayRecyueth hire / with also glad a cheereLine 396 As any mooder / myghte hir doghter deereAnd to the nexte Citee / ther bisydeA softe paas / solempnely they rydeLine 399
¶ Noght trowe I / the triumphe of IuliusOf which / that Lucan maketh swich a boostWas roialler / or moore curiusThan was thassemblee / of this blisful hoostLine 403 But this scorpioun / this wikked goostThe Sowdanesse / for all hire flateryngeCaste vnder this / ful mortally to styngeLine 406
¶ The Sowdan comth hym self soone after this [folio 58a] So roially / that wonder is to telleAnd welcometh hire / with alle ioye and blisAnd thus / in murthe and ioye I lete hem dwelle
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Line 410 The fruyt of this matiere / is that I telleWhan tyme cam / men thoughte it for the besteThe reuel stynte / and men goon to hir resteLine 413
¶ The tyme cam / this olde SowdanesseOrdeyned hath this feeste / of which I toldeAnd to the feeste / cristen folk hem dresseIn general / ye bothe yonge and oldeLine 417 Heere may men / feeste / and roialtee biholdAnd deyntees mo / than I kan yow deuyseBut all to deere / they boghte it er they ryseLine 420
Osodeyn wo / that euere art successourTo worldly blisse / spreynd with bitternesseThe ende of the ioye / of oure worldly labourWo occupieth / the fyn of oure gladnesseLine 424 Herke this conseil / for thy sikernesseVp on thy glade day / haue in thy myndeThe vnwar wo / or harm þat comth bihyndeLine 427
ffor soothly / for to tellen / at o wordThe sowdan / and the cristen everichoneBeen al tohewe / and stiked at the bordBut it were oonly / dame Custance alloneLine 431 This olde Sowdanesse / cursed kroneHath with hir freendes / doon this cursed dedeffor she hir self / wolde all the contree ledeLine 434
Ne was Surryen noon / that was conuertedThat of the conseil / of the Sowdan wootThat he nas al tohewe / er he astertedAnd Custance / han they take anon foot hootLine 438 And in a ship / all steerelees god wootThey han hir set and biddeth hire lerne sailleOut of Surrye / agaynward to Ytaille
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A certein tresor / that she with hire laddeAnd sooth to seyn / vitaille greet plenteeThey han hire yeuen / and clothes eek she haddeAnd forth she sailleth / in the salte seeLine 445 O my Custance / ful of benignyteeO Emperours yonge doghter deereHe that is lord of ffortune be thy steereLine 448
She blesseth hire / and with ful pitous voys [folio 58b] Vn to the croys of Crist thus seyde sheO cleere / o woful Auter / hooly croysReed of the lambes blood / ful of piteeLine 452 That wesshe the world / fro the olde IniquiteeMe fro the feend / and fro his clawes kepeThat day / that I shal drenchen in the depeLine 455
Victorious tree / proteccion of treweThat oonly / worthy were for to bereThe kyng of heuene / with his woundes neweThe white lamb / þat hurt was with the spereLine 459 fflemere of feendes / out of hym and hereOn which / thy lymes / feithfully extendenMe helpe / and yif me myght / my lyf tamendenLine 462
¶ Yeres and dayes / fleteth this creatureThurghout the See of Grece / vn to the StrayteOf Marrok. as it was hire AuentureOn many a sory meel / now may she bayteLine 466 After hir deeth / ful often may she wayteEr that the wilde wawes / wol hire dryueVn to the place / ther she shal arryueLine 469
Men myghten asken / why she was nat slaynEek at the feeste / who myghte hir body saueAnd I answere / to that demande agaynWho saued danyel / in the horrible Caue
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Line 473 Ther euery wight saue he / maister and knaueWas with the leon frete / er he asterteNo wight but god / that he bar in his herteLine 476
God liste to shewe / his wonderful myracleIn hire / for we sholde seen / his myghty werkisCrist which that is / to euery harm triacleBy certeine meenes ofte / as knowen clerkisLine 480 Dooth thyng for certein ende / that ful derk isTo mannes wit/. that for oure ignoranceNe konne noght knowe / his prudent purueianceLine 483
¶ Now sith she was nat / at the feeste yslaweWho kepte hire / fro the drenchyng / in the see?Who kepte Ionas / in the fisshes maweTil he / was spouted vp at Nynyuee?Line 487 Wel may men knowe / it was no wight but heThat kepte peple Ebrayk from hir drenchyngeWith drye feet thurgh out the see passyngeLine 490
¶ Who bad the foure spirites of tempest [folio 59a] That power han / tanoyen lond and seeBothe North and South / and also west and EstAnoyeth neither / see / ne land ne treeLine 494 Soothly / the Comandour of that was heThat fro the tempest / ay this womman kepteAs wel / when she wook as whan she slepteLine 497
¶ Where myghte this womman / mete and drynke haue?Thre yeer and moore / how lasteth hire vitaille?Who fedde / the Egypcien Marie in the Caue?Or in desert? no wight but crist / sanz failleLine 501 ffyue thousand folk / it was as greet meruailleWith loues fyue / and fisshes two to feedeGod sente his foyson / at hir grete neede
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¶ She dryueth forth / in to oure OccianThurgh out oure wilde see / til atte lasteVnder an hoold / that nempnen I ne kanffer in Northhumberlond / the wawe hire casteLine 508 And in the sond / hir ship / stiked so fasteThat thennes wolde it noght of al a tydeThe wyl of crist. was þat she sholde abydeLine 511
¶ The Constable of the Castel / doun is fareTo seen his wrak and al the ship he soghteAnd foond / this wery womman ful of careHe foond also / the tresor þat she broghteLine 515 In hir langage / mercy she bisoghteThe lyf / out of hire body for to twynneHire to deliuere / of wo / that she was InneLine 518
A maner latyn corrupt / was hir specheBut algates / ther by was she vnderstondeThe Constable / whan hym lyst no lenger secheThis woful womman / broghte he to the londeLine 522 She kneleth doun / and thanketh goddes sondeBut what she was / she wolde no man seyeffor foul ne fair / thogh þat she sholde deyeLine 525
She seyde / she was / so mazed in the seeThat she forgat hir mynde / by hir troutheThe Constable / hath of hire so greet piteeAnd eke his wyf / that they wepen for routheLine 529 She was so diligent with outen sloutheTo serue and plese / euerich in that placeThat alle hir louen / that looken in hir faceLine 532
¶ This Constable / and dame Hermengyld his wyf/ [folio 59b] Were payens / and that contree euery whereBut Hermengyld / loued hire right as hir lyfAnd Custance / hath so longe soiourned there
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Line 536 In orisons / with many a bitter teereTil Ihesu / hath conuerted / thurgh his graceDame Hermengyld / Constablesse of that placeLine 539
In al that lond / no cristen dorste routeAlle cristen folk / been fled fro that contreeThurgh Payens / that conquereden al abouteThe plages of the North by land and seeLine 543 To Walys / fledde the CristyanyteeOf olde Britons / dwellynge in this IleTher was hir refut for the meene whileLine 546
But yet nere cristene Britons so exiledThat ther nere somme / that in hir priueteeHonoured crist and hethen folk bigiledAnd ny the Castel / swiche ther dwelten threeLine 550 That oon of hem was blynd / and myghte nat seeBut it were / with thilke eyen of his myndeWith whiche men seen / whan þat they ben blyndeLine 553
Bright was the sonne / as in that someres dayffor which the Constable / and his wyf alsoAnd Custance / han ytake the righte wayToward the see / a furlong wey or twoLine 557 To pleyen / and to romen to romen to and froAnd in hir walk this blynde man they metteCroked and oold / with eyen faste yshetteLine 560
In name of Crist cride this olde BritonDame Hermengyld / yif me / my sighte agaynThis lady / weex affrayed of the sounLest that hir housbonde / shortly for to saynLine 564 Wolde hire / for Ihesu cristes loue han slaynTil Custance made hire boold / and bad hire wircheThe wyl of Crist as doghter of his chirche
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¶ The Constable / weex abasshed of that sightAnd seyde / what amounteth all this fareCustance answerde / sire / it is cristes myghtThat helpeth folk / out of the feendes snareLine 571 And so ferforth / she gan oure lay declareThat she the Constable / er that it were eueConuerteth / and on Crist maketh hym bileueLine 574
This Constable / was no thyng lord of this place [folio 60a] Of which I speke / ther he Custance fondBut kepte it strongly many wyntres spaceVnder Alla / kyng of al NorthhumbrelondLine 578 That was ful wys / and worthy of his hondAgayn the Scottes / as men may wel heereBut turne I wole / agayn to my mateereLine 581
¶ Sathan / that euere vs waiteth to bigileSaugh of Custance / al hire perfecciounAnd caste anon / how he myghte quite hir whileAnd made a yong knyght / þat dwelte in that tounLine 585 Loue hire so hoote of foul affecciounThat verraily / hym thoughte he sholde spilleBut he of hire myghte ones haue his willeLine 588
He woweth hire / but it auailleth noght/She wolde do no synne / by no weyeAnd for despit he compassed in his thoghtTo maken hire / on shameful deeth to deyeLine 592 He wayteth / whan the Constable was aweyeAnd pryuely / vp on a nyght he crepteIn Hermengyldes chambre / whil she slepteLine 595
¶ Wery / for-waked / in hire orisonsSlepeth Custance / and Hermengyld alsoThis knyght thurgh Sathans temptacionsAll softely / is to the bed ygo
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Line 599 And kitte the throte / of Hermengyld atwoAnd leyde the blody knyf / by dame CustanceAnd wente his wey / ther god yeue hym meschanceLine 602
¶ Soone after / cometh this Constable hoom agaynAnd eek Alla / þat kyng was of that londAnd saugh his wyf / despitously yslaynffor which ful ofte he weep / and wroong his hondLine 606 And in the bed / the blody knyf he fondBy Dame Custance / allas what myghte she seyeFor verray wo / hir wit was al aweyeLine 609
¶ To kyng Alla / was toold al this meschanceAnd eek the tyme / and where / and in what wiseThat in a ship / was founden dame CustanceAs heer biforn / that ye han herd deuyseLine 613 The kynges herte / of pitee gan agryseWhan he saugh / so benigne a creatureffalle in disese / and in mysauentureLine 616
ffor as the lomb / toward his deeth is broght [folio 60b] So stant this Innocent bifore the kyngThis false knyght þat hath this treson wroghtBerth hire on hond / þat she hath doon thys thyngLine 620 But nathelees / ther was greet moornyngAmong the peple / and seyn / they kan nat gesseThat she had doon / so greet a wikkednesseLine 623
ffor they / han seyn hire euere so vertuousAnd louynge Hermengyld / right as hir lyf/Of this baar witnesse / euerich in that housSaue he / þat Hermengyld / slow with his knyf/Line 627 This gentil kyng / hath caught a greet motyfOf this witnesse / and thoghte he wolde enquereDepper in this / a trouthe for to lere
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¶ Allas Custance / thou hast no championNe fighte kanstow noght so weylawayBut he / that starf for our redempcionAnd boond Sathan / and yet lith ther he layLine 634 So be / thy stronge champion this dayffor but if crist open myracle kitheWithouten gilt thou shalt be slayn as switheLine 637
She sit hire doun on knees / and thus she saydeImmortal god / that sauedest Susanneffro fals blame / and thou merciful maydeMary I meene / doghter to Seint AnneLine 641 Bifore whos child / Angeles synge OsanneIf I be giltlees / of this felonyeMy socour be / or ellis shal I dyeLine 644
Haue ye nat seyn / som tyme a pale faceAmong a prees / of hym þat hath be ladToward his deeth / wher as hym gat no graceAnd swich a colour / in his face hath hadLine 648 Men myghte knowe / his face that was bistadAmonges alle the faces / in that routeSo stant Custance / and looketh hire abouteLine 651
O Queenes / lyuynge in prosperiteeDuchesses / and ladyes euerichoneHaueth som routhe / on hire AduersiteeAn Emperours doghter / stant alloneLine 655 She hath no wight / to whom to make hir moneO blood roial / that stondest in this dredeffer been thy freendes / at thy grete nedeLine 658
This Alla kyng hath swich compassioun [folio 61a] As gentil herte / is fulfild of piteeThat from hise eyen / ran the water dounNow hastily / do fecche a book quod he
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Line 662 And if this knyght wol sweren how þat sheThis womman slow / yet wol we vs auyseWhom þat we wole / that shal been our IustiseLine 665
A Briton book / written with EuaungilesWas fet and on this book he swoor anoonShe gilty was / and in the meene whilesAn hand hym smoot vpon the nekke boonLine 669 That doun he fil / atones as a stoonAnd bothe hise eyen / broste out of his faceIn sighte / of euery body in that placeLine 672
¶ A voys was herd / in general AudienceAnd seyde thou hast desclaundred giltleesThe doghter of hooly chirche / in heigh presenceThus hastou doon / and yet holde I my peesLine 676 Of this meruaille / agast was al the preesAs mazed folk they stoden euerichoneffor drede of wreche / saue Custance alloneLine 679
¶ Greet was the drede / and eek the repentanceOf hem / that hadden wronge suspecionVpon / this sely Innocent CustanceAnd for this miracle in conclusionLine 683 And by Custances mediacionThe kyng and many another in that placeConuerted was / thanked be cristes graceLine 686
¶ This false knyght was slayn for his vntroutheBy Iuggement of Alla hastiflyAnd yet Custance / hadde of his deeth greet routheAnd after this Ihesus of his mercyLine 690 Made Alla wedden ful solempnelyThis hooly mayden / that is so bright and sheeneAnd thus hath crist ymaad Custance a queene
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But who was woful / if I shal nat lyeOf this weddyng but Donegild and na moThe kynges mooder / ful of tirannyeHir thoughte / hir cursed herte brast atwoLine 697 She wolde noght hir sone had do soHir thoughte a despit that he sholde takeSo strange a creature vn to his makeLine 700
¶ Me list nat of the chaf / or of the stree [folio 61b] Maken so long a tale / as of the cornWhat sholde I tellen / of the roialteeAt mariages / or which cours goth bifornLine 704 Who bloweth in the trumpe / or in an hornThe fruyt of euery tale / is for to seyeThey ete / and drynke / and daunce / and synge and pleye
They goon to bedde / as it was skile and rightffor thogh þat wyues / be ful hooly thyngesThey moste take / in pacience at nyghtSwiche manere necessaries / as been plesyngesLine 711 To folk / þat han ywedded hem with ryngesAnd leye a lite / hir hoolynesse asideAs for the tyme / it may no bet bitideLine 714
On hire he gat a man childe anonAnd to a bisshop / and his Constable ekeHe took his wyf to kepe / whan he is gonTo Scotlondward / his foomen for to sekeLine 718 Now faire Custance / that is so humble and mekeSo longe is goon with childe / til that stilleShe halt hire chambre / abidyng cristes willeLine 721
The tyme is come / a man child she beerMauricius at the fontstoon / they hym calleThis Constable / dooth forth come a MessageerAnd wroot vn to his kyng that cleped was Alle
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Line 725 How that this blisful tidyng is bifalleAnd othere tidynges / spedeful for to seyeHe taketh the lettre / and forth he gooth his weyeLine 728
¶ This Messager / to doon his auantageVn to the kynges mooder rideth switheAnd salueth hire ful faire in his langageMadame quod he / ye may be glad and blitheLine 732 And thanketh god / an hundred thousand sitheMy lady queene / hath child with outen douteTo ioye and blisse / to al this regne abouteLine 735
Lo heere the lettres / seled of this thyngThat I moot bere / with al the haste I mayIf ye wol aught vn to youre sone the kyng/I am youre seruant bothe nyght and dayLine 739 Donegild answerde / as now at this tyme nayBut heere al nyght / I wol thou take thy resteTo-morwe / wol I seye thee / what me lesteLine 742
¶ This Messager / drank sadly ale and wyn [folio 62a] And stolen were hise lettres pryuelyOut of his box / whil he sleep as a swynAnd countrefeted was ful subtillyLine 746 Another lettre / wroght ful synfullyVn to the kyng direct of this mateereffro his Constable / as ye shal after heereLine 749
The lettre spak the queene deliuered wasOf so horrible a feendly creatureThat in the Castel / noon so hardy wasThat any while / dorste ther endureLine 753 The mooder was an Elf by auentureYcomen / by charmes / or by sorcerieAnd euerich / hateth hir compaignye
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¶ Wo was this kyng whan he this lettre had saynBut to no wight he tolde his sorwes sooreBut of his owene hand / he wroot agaynWel come the sonde of crist for eueremooreLine 760 To me / that am now lerned in his looreLord / wel come be thy lust and thy plesanceMy lust I putte al in thyn ordinanceLine 763
Kepeth this child / al be it foul or feirAnd eek my wyf / vn to myn hoom comyngeCrist whan hym list may sende me an heirMoore agreable than this / to my likyngeLine 767 This lettre he seleth pryuely wepyngeWhich to the Messager / was take sooneAnd forth he gooth / ther is na moore to dooneLine 770
O Messager / fulfild of dronkenesseStrong is thy breeth / thy lymes faltren ayAnd thou biwreyest / alle secreenesseThy mynde is lorn / thou ianglest as a IayLine 774 Thy face is turned / in a newe arrayTher dronkenesse / regneth in any routeTher is no conseil hyd / with outen douteLine 777
O Donegild / I ne haue noon englissh digneVn to thy malice / and thy tirannyeAnd therfore / to the feend I thee resigneLat hym enditen / of thy traitorieLine 781 ffy mannysh fy / o nay by god I lyeffy feendlych spirit for I dar wel telleThogh thou heere walke / thy spirit is in helleLine 784
¶ This Messager / comth fro the kyng agayn [folio 62b] And at the kynges moodres1 court he lighte1And she was / of this Messager ful faynAnd plesed hym / in al that euer she myghte
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Line 788 He drank / and wel his girdel vnderpighteHe slepeth / and he snoreth in his gyseAll nyght til the sonne gan aryseLine 791
Eft were hise lettres stolen euerychonAnd countrefeted lettres / in this wyseThe king comandeth / his Constable anonVp peyne of hangyng and on heigh IuyseLine 795 That he ne sholde / suffren in no wyseCustance / in with his Reawme for tabydeThre dayes / and o quarter of a tydeLine 798
But in the same ship / as he hire fondHire and hir yonge sone / and al hir geereHe sholde putte / and croude hire fro the londAnd chargen hire / she neuer eft coome theereLine 802 O my Custance / wel may thy goost haue feereAnd slepynge in thy dreem / been in penanceWhan Donegild / cast al this ordinanceLine 805
¶ This Messager / on morwe / whan he wookVn to the Castel / halt the nexte wayAnd to the Constable / he the lettre tookAnd whan þat he / this pitous lettre sayLine 809 fful ofte he seyde / Allas and weylawayLord crist quod he / how may this world endureSo ful of synne / is many a creatureLine 812
¶ O myghty god / if that it be thy willeSith thou art rightful Iuge / how may it beThat thou wolt suffren / Innocentz to spilleAnd wikked folk / regnen in prosperiteeLine 816 O goode Custance / Allas so wo is meThat I moot be thy tormentour or deyeOn shames deeth / ther is noon oother weye
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¶ Wepen bothe yonge and olde / in al that placeWhan þat the kyng this cursed lettre senteAnd Custance / with a deedly pale faceThe ferthe day / toward the ship she wenteLine 823 But nathelees / she taketh in good ententeThe wyl of Crist and knelynge on the StrondeShe seyde lord / ay wel come be thy sondeLine 826
He that me kepte / fro the false blame [folio 63a] While I was / on the lond amonges yowHe kan me kepe / from harm / and eek fro shameIn salte see / al thogh I se noght howLine 830 As strong as euere he was / he is yet nowIn hym triste I / and in his mooder deereThat is to me / my seyl / and eek my steereLine 833
Hir litel child / lay wepyng in hir armAnd knelynge / pitously / to hym she seydePees litel sone / I wol do thee noon harmWith that hir couerchief / ouer hir heed she breydeLine 837 And ouer hise litel eyen / she it leydeAnd in hir Arm / she lulleth it ful fasteAnd in to heuene / hire eyen vp she casteLine 840
¶ Mooder quod she / and mayde bright MarieSooth is / that thurgh wommanes eggementMan kynde was lorn / and damned ay to dyeffor which thy child / was on a croys yrentLine 844 Thy blisful eyen / sawe al his tormentThanne is ther / no comparison bitweneThy wo / and any wo / man may susteneLine 847
Thow sawe thy child yslayn bifore thyne eyenAnd yet now / lyueth my child parfayNow lady bright / to whom alle woful cryenThow glorie of wommanhede / thow faire may
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Line 851 Thow hauen of refut brighte sterre of dayRewe on my child / that of thy gentillesseRuest on euery reweful in distresseLine 854
¶ O litel child / allas what is thy giltThat neuere wroghtest synne / as yet pardeeWhy wil thyn harde fader / han thee spiltO mercy deere Constable quod sheLine 858 As lat my litel child / dwelle heer with theeAnd if thou darst nat sauen hym for blameYet kys hym ones / in his fadres nameLine 861
Ther with / she looked / bakward to the londeAnd seyde / fare wel housbonde routheleesAnd vp she rist / and walketh doun the strondeToward the Ship / hir folweth al the preesLine 865 And euere she preyeth hire child / to holde his peesAnd taketh hir leue / and with an hooly ententeShe blissed hire / and in to ship she wenteLine 868
Vitailled was the ship / it is no drede [folio 63b] Habundantly / for hire ful longe spaceAnd othere necessaries / that sholde nedeShe hadde ynogh / heryed be goddes graceLine 872 ffor wynd and weder / almyghty god purchaceAnd brynge hire hoom / I kan no bettre seyeBut in the see / she dryueth forth hir weyeLine 875
¶ Explicit secunda pars
¶ Sequitur pars tercia
Alla the kyng / comth hoom soone after thisVn to his Castel / of the which I toldeAnd asketh / where his wyf / and his child isThe Constable / gan aboute his herte colde
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Line 879 And pleynly / al the manere he hym toldeAs ye han herd / I kan telle it no bettreAnd sheweth the kyng his seel and his lettreLine 882
And seyde / lord / as ye comanded meVp peyne of deeth / so haue I doon certeinThis Messager / tormented was til heMoste biknowe / and tellen plat and pleynLine 886 ffro nyght to nyght / in what place he had leynAnd thus by wit / and sobtil enqueryngeYmagined was / by whom this harm gan spryngeLine 889
¶ The hand was knowe / that the lettre wrootAnd all the venym / of this cursed dedeBut in what wise / certeinly I nootTheffect is this / þat Alla out of dredeLine 893 His mooder slow / that may men pleynly redeffor þat she traitoure was to hire ligeanceThus endeth olde Donegild with meschanceLine 896
The sorwe that this Alla / nyght and dayMaketh for his wyf / and for his child alsoTher is no tonge / that it telle mayBut now wol I / vn to Custance goLine 900 That fleteth in the see / in peyne and woffyue yeer and moore / as liked cristes sondeEr that hir ship / approched vn to the londeLine 903
¶ Vnder an hethen Castel / atte laste [folio 64a] Of which the name / in my text noght I fyndeCustance / and eek hir child / the see vp casteAlmyghty god / that saued al mankyndeLine 907 Haue on Custance / and on hir child som myndeThat fallen is / in hethen hand eft sooneIn point to spille / as I shal telle yow soone
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¶ Doun fro the Castel / comth ther many a wightTo gauren on this ship / and on CustanceBut shortly / from the Castel / on a nyghtThe lordes styward / god yeue him meschanceLine 914 A theef / that hadde reneyed oure creanceCame in to the ship allone / and seyde he sholdeHir lemman be / wher so she wolde or noldeLine 917
¶ Wo was this wrecched womman tho bigonHir child cride / and she cride pitouslyBut blisful Marie / heelp hire right anonffor with hir struglyng wel and myghtilyLine 921 The theef fil ouer bord / al sodeynlyAnd in the see / he dreynte for vengeanceAnd thus hath crist vnwemmed kept CustanceLine 924
O foule lust of luxurie / lo thyn endeNat oonly / that thou feyntest mannes myndeBut verraily / thou wolt his body shendeThende of thy werk or of thy lustes blyndeLine 928 Is compleynyng hou many oon may men fyndeThat noght for werk som tyme / but for thententeTo doon this synne / been outher slayn or shenteLine 931
How may this wayke womman / han this strengtheHire to defende / agayn this renegatO Golias / vnmesurable of lengtheHou myghte Dauid / make thee so maatLine 935 So yong and of Armure so desolaatHou dorste he looke / vp on thy dredful faceWel may men seen / it nas but goddes graceLine 938
Who yaf Iudith / corage or hardynesseTo sleen hym Oloferne / in his tenteAnd to deliueren / out of wrecchednesseThe peple of god / I seye for this entente
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Line 942 That right as god / spirit of vigour senteTo hem / and saued hem / out of meschanceSo sente he myght and vigour to CustanceLine 945
¶ fforth gooth hir ship / thurgh out the narwe mouth [folio 64b] Of Iubaltare and Septe dryuynge alwaySom tyme West and som tyme North and SouthAnd som tyme est ful many a wery dayLine 949 Til cristes mooder / blessed be she ayHath shapen / thurgh hir endelees goodnesseTo make an ende / of al hir heuynesseLine 952
Now lat vs stynte / of Custance but a throweAnd speke we / of the Romayn EmperourThat out of Surrye / hath by lettres knoweThe slaughtre of cristen folk / and dishonourLine 956 Doon to his doghter / by a fals traytourI mene / the cursed wikked SowdanesseThat at the feeste / leet sleen both moore and lesseLine 959
ffor which this Emperour / hath sent anonHis senatour / with roial ordinanceAnd othere lordes / god woot many oonOn Surryens / to taken heigh vengeanceLine 963 They brennen / sleen / and brynge hem to meschanceFul many a day / but shortly / this is thendeHomward to Rome / they shapen hem to wendeLine 966
¶ This senatour / repaireth with victorieTo Rome ward saillynge ful RoiallyAnd mette the ship dryuynge / as seith the storieIn which Custance / sit ful pitouslyLine 970 No thyng knew he / what she was / ne why?She was in swich array / ne she nyl seye/Of hire estaat thogh she sholde deye
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He bryngeth hire to Rome / and to his wyf/He yaf hire / and hir yonge sone alsoAnd with the senatour / she ladde hir lyfThus kan oure lady / bryngen out of woLine 977 Woful Custance / and many another moAnd longe tyme / dwelled she in that placeIn hooly werkes euere / as was hir graceLine 980
The senatours wyf / hir Aunte wasBut for all that she knew hire neuer the mooreI wol no lenger / tarien in this casBut to kyng Alla / which I spake of yooreLine 984 That wepeth for his wyf / and siketh sooreI wol retourne / and lete I wol CustanceVnder / the Senatours gouernanceLine 987
Kyng Alla / which that hadde his mooder slayn [folio 65a] Vp on a day fil in swich repentanceThat if I / shortly / tellen shal and playnTo Rome he comth / to receyuen his penanceLine 991 And putte hym / in the popes ordinanceIn heigh and logh / and Ihesu crist bisoghtefforyeue / hise wikked werkes þat he wroghteLine 994
¶ The fame anon / thurgh out the toun is bornHow Alla kyng / shal comen on pilgrymageBy herbergeours / that wenten hym bifornffor which / the Senatour / as was vsageLine 998 Rood hym agayns / and many of his lynageAs wel to shewen / his heighe magnificenceAs to doon / any kyng a reuerenceLine 1001
¶ Greet cheere / dooth this noble SenatourTo kyng Alla / and he to hym alsoEuerich of hem / dooth oother greet honourAnd so bifel / that in with a day or two
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Line 1005 This Senatour / is to kyng Alla goTo feste / and shortly / if I shal nat lyeCustances sone / wente in his compaignyeLine 1008
¶ Som men wolde seyn / at requeste of CustanceThis Senatour / hath lad this child to feesteI may nat tellen / euery circumstanceBe as be may / ther was he at the leesteLine 1012 But sooth is this / that at his moodres heesteBiforn Alla / durynge the metes spaceThe child stood / lookynge in the kynges faceLine 1015
¶ This Alla kyng hath of this child greet wonderAnd to the senatour / he seyde anonWhos is that faire child / that stondeth yonder?I noot quod he / by god / and by seint IohnLine 1019 A mooder he hath / but fader hath he noonThat I of woot but shortly / in a stoundeHe tolde Alla / how that this child was foundeLine 1022
But god woot quod this senatour alsoSo vertuous a lyuere in my lyfNe saugh I neuere as she / ne herde of moOf worldly wommen / mayde ne of wyfLine 1026 I dar wel seyn / hir hadde leuere a knyfThurgh out hir brest than ben a womman wikkeThere is no man / koude brynge hire to that prikkeLine 1029
¶ Now was this child / as lyke vn to Custance [folio 65b] As possible is / a creature to beThis Alla / hath the face in remembranceOf dame Custance / and ther on mused heLine 1033 If that the childes mooder / were aught sheThat is his wyf / and pryuely he sighteAnd spedde hym fro the table / that he myghte
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Parfay thoghte he / fantome is in myn heedI oghte deme / of skilful IuggementThat in the salte see / my wyf is deedAnd afterward / he made his ArgumentLine 1040 What woot I / if that Crist haue hyder ysentMy wyf by see / as wel as he hire senteTo my contree / fro thennes that she wenteLine 1043
And after Noon / hoom with the SenatourGoth Alla / for to seen this wonder chaunceThis Senatour / dooth Alla greet honourAnd hastifly / he sente after CustaunceLine 1047 But trusteth weel / hire liste nat to daunceWhan þat she wiste / wherfore was that sondeVnnethe / vp on hir feet she myghte stondeLine 1050
¶ Whan Alla saugh his wyf faire he hire gretteAnd weep / that it was routhe for to seeffor at the firste look he on hire setteHe knew wel verraily / that it was sheLine 1054 And she for sorwe / as doumb stant as a treeSo was hir herte shet in hir distresseWhan she remembred / his vnkyndenesseLine 1057
Twyes she swowned / in his owene sighteHe weep / and hym excuseth pitouslyNow god quod he / and hise halwes brighteSo wisly on my soule / as haue mercyLine 1061 That of youre harm / as giltlees am IAs is Maurice my sone / so lyk youre faceElles the feend / me fecche out of this placeLine 1064
¶ Long was the sobbyng/ and the bitter peyneEr that / hir woful hertes myghte cesseGreet was the pitee / for to heere hem pleyneThurgh whiche pleintes / gan hir wo encresse
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Line 1068 I pray yow alle / my labour to relesseI may nat telle hir wo / vn til to morweI am so wery / for to speke of sorweLine 1071
But finally / whan that the sothe is wist [folio 66a] That Alla giltlees / was of hir woI trowe / an hundred tymes / been they kistAnd swich a blisse / is ther bitwix hem twoLine 1075 That saue the ioye / that lasteth eueremoTher is noon lyk / that any creatureHath seyn or / shal / whil þat the world may dureLine 1078
Tho preyde she hir housbonde mekelyIn relief / of hir longe pitous pyneThat he wolde preye / hir fader speciallyThat of his magestee / he wolde enclyneLine 1082 To vouche sauf / som day with hym to dyneShe preyde hym eek / he wolde by no weyeVn to hir fader / no word of hire seyeLine 1085
¶ Som men wold seyn / how þat the child MauriceDooth this Message / vn to this EmperourBut as I gesse / Alla was nat so nyceTo hym that was / of so souereyn honourLine 1089 As he that is / of cristen folk the flourSente any child / but it is bet to deemeHe wente hym self / and so it may wel seemeLine 1092
¶ This Emperour / hath graunted gentillyTo come to dyner / as he hym bisoughteAnd wel rede I / he looked bisilyVp on this child / and on his doghter thoghteLine 1096 Alla goth to his In / and as him oghteArrayed for this feste / in euery wiseAs ferforth / as his konnyng may suffise
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¶ The morwe cam / and Alla gan hym dresseAnd eek his wyf / this Emperour to meeteAnd forth they ryde / in ioye and in gladnesseAnd whan she saugh / hir fader in the streteLine 1103 She lighte doun / and falleth hym to feeteffader quod she / youre yonge child CustanceIs now ful clene / out of youre remembranceLine 1106
I am youre doghter / Custance quod sheThat whilom / ye han sent / vn to SurryeIt am I fader / that in the salte seeWas put allone / and dampned for to dyeLine 1110 Now goode fader / mercy I yow cryeSende me namoore / vn to noon hethenesseBut thonketh my lord heere / of his kyndenesseLine 1113
¶ Who kan / the pitous ioye / tellen al [folio 66b] Bitwixe hem thre / syn they been thus ymetteBut of my tale / make an ende I shalThe day goth faste / I wol no lenger letteLine 1117 This glade folk / to dyner they hem setteIn ioye and blisse / at mete I lete hem dwelleA thousand foold / wel moore than I kan telleLine 1120
¶ This child Maurice / was sithen EmperourMaad by the pope / and lyued cristenlyTo cristes chirche / he dide greet honourBut I lete all his storie passen byLine 1124 Of Custance / is my tale speciallyIn the olde Romane geestes / may men fyndeMaurices lyf / I bere it noght in myndeLine 1127
¶ This kyng Alla / whan he his tyme sayWith his Custance / his hooly wyf so sweeteTo Engelond / been they come the righte wayWher as they lyue / in ioye and in quiete
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Line 1131 But litel while it lasteth / I yow heeteIoye of this world / for tyme wol nat abydeffro day to nyght / it changeth as the tydeLine 1134
Who lyued euere / in swich delit o dayThat hym ne moeued / outher conscienceOr Ire / or talent or som kynnes affrayEnuye / or pride / or passion / or offenceLine 1138 I ne seye but for this ende this sentenceThat litel while in ioye / or in plesanceLasteth the blisse of Alla with CustanceLine 1141
ffor deeth / that taketh / of heigh and logh / his renteWhan passed was a yeer / euene as I gesseOut of this world / this kyng Alla he henteFor whom / Custance / hath ful greet heuynesseLine 1145 Now lat vs praye to god / his soule blesseAnd dame Custance / finally to seyeToward the toun of Rome / goth hir weyeLine 1148
¶ To Rome is come / this hooly creatureAnd fyndeth hire freendes / hoole and soundeNow is she scaped / al hire auentureAnd whan þat she / hir fader hath yfoundeLine 1152 Doun on hir knees / falleth she to groundeWepynge for tendrenesse / in herte blitheShe heryeth god / an hundred thousand sitheLine 1155
¶ In vertu / and hooly almus dede [folio 67a] They lyuen alle / and neuere a sonder wendeTill deeth departed hem / this lyf they ledeAnd fareth now weel / my tale is at an endeLine 1159 Now Ihesu Crist that of his myght may sendeIoye after wo / gouerne vs in his graceAnd kepe vs alle / that been in this place Amen.Line 1162
¶ Vnde Ptholomeus. libro io. capitulo. 8o. ¶ Primi mo|tus celi duo sunt quorum vnus est qui mouet totum semper ab Oriente in Occidentem / vno modo super orbes &c. / Item al[i]ter vero motus est qui mouet orbem stellarum currencium contra mo|tum primum / videlicet / ab Occidente in Orientem super alios duos polos, &c.
¶ Omnes concordati sunt / quod elecciones sint debiles nisi in diuitibus / habent enim isti licet debilitentur eorum elec|ciones radicem .i. natiuitates eorum que conforta[n]t omnem plane|tam debilem in itinere &c.
¶ Nota de inopinato dolore ¶ Semper mundane leticie tristicia repentina succedit / Mundana igitur felicitas multis ama|ritudinibus est respersa / extrema gaudii luctus occupat. Audi ergo salubre consilium / In die bonorum ne immemor sis malorum.
¶ Quid turpius ebrioso / cui fetor in ore tremor in cor|pore / qui promit stulta / prodit occulta / cuius mens alienatur / facies transformatur / nullum enim latet secretum vbi regnat ebrietas.
¶ Quis vnquam vnicam diem totam duxit / in sua dileccione iocundam quem in aliqua parte diei reatus consciencie / vel impetus Ire vel motus concupiscencie non turbauerit / quem liuor Inuidie / vel Ardor Auaricie / vel tumor superbie non vex|auerit / quem aliqua iactura vel offensa / vel passio non com|mouerit &cetera.