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SOmtyme dwelled in Rome a worthy Emperour & a wyse, whiche had a fayre doughter, & full gracyous in the syght of euery man. This Emperoure bethought hym vpon a daye to whome he myght gyue his doughter in maryage, saynge thus, "yf I gyue my doughter to a ryche man, & he be a fole, than is she lost / & yf I gyue her to a poore man and a wytty, then may he gete his lyuyng for hym & her by his wysdome." There was yt tyme dwellynge in ye cyte of Rome a phylosopher named Socrates, poore and wyse, whiche came vnto themperoure, & sayd, "My lorde, dysplese you not though I put forthe my petycyon before youre hyghnesse." Themperour sayd, "What soeuer it pleaseth ye, tell forth." Than answered Socrates, & sayd, "My lorde, ye haue a doughter, whome I desyre aboue all thynge." The Emperour answered, and sayd, "My frende, I shall gyue the my doughter to wyfe vpon this condycion, yt yf she dye in thy felaushyp, after yt she be weddede vnto ye yu shalte withouten doubte lese thy lyf." Than sayd Socrates, "Vpon this condycion I wyl gladly take her for to be my wyfe." The Emperoure herynge this, lete calle forthe all the lordes and