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Story.
SOmtyme there reygned in ye cyte of Rome a myghty Emperoure and a wyse, named Frederyk, whiche had onely but one sone, whome he loued moche. This Emperoure, whan he lay in the poynte of deth, he called vnto hym his sone, and sayd, " dere sone, I haue a balle of golde, whiche I gyue the vpon my blessynge, that yu anone after my deth shall gyue it to the moost fole yt yu mayst fynde. Than sayd his sone, "My lorde, without doubte thy wyll shall be fulfylled." Anone this yonge lorde, after the dethe of his fader, wente and sought in many realmes, and founde many foles. neuertheles / by cause he wolde satysfye his faders wyll, [he] laboured ferther, tyll he came in to a realme where the lawe was suche, yt euery yere a newe kynge sholde be chosen there / & this kynge hath only the gydynge of that realme but a yere / & at the yeres ende he shall be deposed, and put in exyle in an ylonde, where as he sholde wretchedly fynysshe his lyf / Whan themperours sone came vnto this realme, the newe kynge was chosen with grete honoure / & al maner of mynstralsye wente afore hym, & brought hym with grete reuerence and worshyp vnto his regal sete. And whan the Emperours sone sawe that, he came vnto hym, and salued hym reuerently, and sayd, "My lorde, lo! I gyue to ye this balle of golde, on my faders behalfe." Than sayd he, "I praye the, tell me