c) Aus Ms. Cbr. Ff. II, 38.
Pryncis þat be prowde in prese,
I wyll þat (!) þat ys no lees.
yn Cysyll was a nobull kynge,
Fayre & stronge & some dele ȝynge.
He had a brodur in grete Rome [ 5]
That was pope of all Crystendome;
Of Almayne hys odur brodur was Emperowre,
Thorow crystendome he had honowre.
The kynge was calde kynge Roberde;
Neuer man in hys tyme wyste hym aferde, [ 10]
He was kynge of grete valowre,
And also callyd conquerowre;
Nowhere in no lande was hys pere,
Kynge nor dewke, ferre nor nere,
And also he was of cheualrye þe flowre; [ 15]
And hys odur brodur was Emperowre,
Hys oon brodur in ȝorthe godys ge∣nerall vykere,
Pope of Rome, as ye may here.
Thys Pope was callyd pope Vrbane,
For (!) hym louyd bothe god and mane; [ 20]
The Emperowre was callyd Vala∣mownde:
A strawnger warreowre was none fownde
Aftur hys brodur, the kyng of Cysyle,
Of whome y thynke to speke a whyle.
The kynge thoght he had no pere [ 25]
For to acownte, nodur fer nor nere;
And þorow hys þoght he had a pryde,
For he had no pere, he þoȝt, on no syde.
And on a nyght of seynt Johne
Thys kynge to þe churche come, [ 30]
For to here hys euynsonge.
Hys dwellynge þoȝt he þere to longe:
He þoght more of worldys honowre
Then of Cryste, hys saueowre.
In magnificat he harde a vers: [ 35]
He made a clerke to hym hyt to re∣herse
In þe langage of hys owne tonge—
For in latene wyste he not what þey songe.
The verse was thys, as y telle the:
Deposuit potentes de sede [ 40]
Et exaltavit humiles—
Thys was þe verse wythowten lees.
The clerke seyde anon ryghte:
"Syr, soche ys godys myghte
That he make may hye lowe [ 45]
And lowe hye, in a lytyll throwe—
God may do wythowten lye
Hys wylle in þe twynkelyng of an ye."
The kyng seyde þan wyth þoȝt vn∣stabull:
"Ye synge þys ofte, and all hys a fabull: [ 50]
What man hath that powere
To make me lowear & in dawngere?
I am flowre of cheualrye;
All myn enmyes I may dystroye;
Ther leuyth no-man in no lande [ 55]
That my myght may wythstande.
Then ys yowre songe a songe of noght."
Thys arrowre had he in hys thoght.
And in hys thoght a slepe hym toke
In hys closet, so seyth the boke. [ 60]
When euynsonge was all done,
A kynge hym lyke owte can come,
And all men wyth hym can wende—
And kynge Roberde lefte behynde.
The newe kynge was, y yow telle, [ 65]
Godys aungell, hys pryde to felle.
The aungell in þe halle yoye made,
And all men of hym were glade.
Kynge Roberde wakenyd þat was in þe kyrke:
Hys men he þoȝt woo forto wyrke [ 70]
For he was lefte there allone
And merke nyght felle hym vpone.
He begane to crye vpon hys mene:
But þere was none þat answeryd þene—
But þe sexten at the ende [ 75]
Of þe kyrke, & to hym can wende
And seyde: "lurden, what doyst þou here?
Thou art a þefe, or þefeys fere!
Thou arte here sykerlye