CHAPTER CXLII.
How themperours sone [soue, Caxton.] came to saue his mayster Cathonet, and̛ of his escape. Capitulo Cxlij.
[A]Nd whan the people perceyued̛ and sawe the horses rennynge toward̛ them, and̛ sawe anone the sone of themperour, whiche cryed, "Touche not, neyther ley hand on my maysters body, for I am alyue!" they were gretely merueylled̛. The child̛ anone lyght of his hors, and̛ wente and̛ vnbonde his mayster, & sore wepyng, kyssed hym ful tendirly & said, "Ha, a ! my swete frend & maister! who hath this purchaced, & so grete a lesyng founde & contryued vpon you, the which my lord my fader hath so lyghtely byleued?" And thenne he embraced & kyssed hym ageyne; & al the people, whiche was gretely merueylled, as they sawe the pyte & good nature of the child̛, thanked & mercyed God with al theyr hertes, of the delyueraunce of Cathonet. The child̛ made his mayster to be sette on horsbak, & ledde hym thurgh the stretes of Rome by the raynes of his brydell, till they came in to the palais where themperour his fader was. And whanne themperour and̛ his wyf knewe for certayne the comynge of theyr sone, they wente and̛ met hym with grete Ioye; and̛ as they sawe hym ledynge ℏis mayster Cathonet by the raynes, they were gretely merueylled̛, & held them ashamed̛ and vergoynous toward̛ Cathonet, and̛ cam to hym, and̛ eche of them kyssed̛ hym, and̛ made to ℏym the grettest ioye and̛ chere and̛ the grettest honoure that they couthe, And̛ excused them toward̛ hym of this dede. Thenne sayd̛ the child̛ to his fader themperour, "Ha! my lord̛, wylle ye vse of so hasty Iustyce, withoute makynge of