I Remembre full wele that I haue rad
That Chilperyk though ye therat disdeyne
Recorde of auctours that prudent be and sad
He in trouth was gendryd of you tweyne
Which in his dyenge me list nat for to seyne
Left sonnes two the story ye may rede
Theobart and Thederyk to succede
Bochas quod she though thou turne vpsodoun
The sayde storyes reherced here in dede
Folowynge the malyce of thyn opynyon
Maugre thy wyll furth I wyll procede
As I began take therto gode hede
The first Thederyk thou shalt vnderstande
Cosyn Germayn was to my husbonde
Kynge of burgoyn that tyme and another
He of hatrede and indignacion
Slough Theobart which that was his brother
His wyf his children for short conclusion
Which in the mighty famous region
Of Antrasie regned as lorde and kynge
What euer thou sayst this trouth and no lesinge
Nay nay quod bochas it was all otherwyse
I may nat suffre howe ye go there amonge
All this langage of newe that ye dyuyse
Brought to a preef concludeth vpon wronge
What shulde we ••eng••e this ma••e•• ••••awe alonge
Youre silf were cause where ye be loth or fayne
By theodoryk the theobarte was slayne
The grounde herof gan {per}cell of enuye
By youre frowarde brennynge couetyse
Which had only to occupye
To rule the londe after youre owne guyse
And if I shall pleynly here deuyse
Of these myscheues reherced god do bote
Ye were youre silf grounde cheef croppe and rote
Quod brounchylde I conceyue well and se
Ye for youre {per}tye haue lost all reuerence
Youre silf enarmed to shewe your cruelte
Ageyns me touchynge the violence
Of two slaughtres rehercyd in sentence
First howe thederyk his brother slough in dede
Callyd Theobart a pitous thinge to rede
Him silf after stranglyd with poyson
His wyf his chyldren hewe in pesys smale
As ye quod bochas make here mencion
Some parte is true but nat all youre tale
For I suppose ye shuld wax pale
For shame of thinge which ye can nat excuse
Whan Thedoryk begynneth you to accuse
He put on you the cryme of fals treson
Ye slough his wyf and children also
Him silf also ye murdred by poyson
I wolde wete what ye coude say herto
Alas quod she what shulde I do
Was neuer woman in hye nor lowe estate
All thinge consydred more infortunate
Fortune of me set nowe but lytyll prys
By hir frowarde furious violence
Turnynge hir whele and visage of malyce
Causeth to me that noman yeueth credence
Had in despite voyde of reuerence
And fortunes mutabilite
Sool adiect and fall in pouerte
O Bochas Iohn for short conclusion
Thou mayst ageyne me thy stile nowe auaunce
I haue deserued to haue punycion
And all the princes and barons nowe in fraunce
Crye out on me and aske auengeaunce
Refuge is none nor recure in this thinge
Though yt with Clotaire my soule be crowned kinge
For my diffautes foule and abhomyneble
Tofore the iuges of all the perlement
I was forniggyd and founde also coupable
Of euery cryme conuyct by Iugement
Myn accusours there beynge presente
Of one and other stondynge a great route
Markyd with fingers of folke that stode aboute
For very shame I dyd myn ien close
For them that gaured and cast on me theyr sight
But as folke may by toknes wele suppose
Myn eres were nat stopped half aright
Taken by force lad forth by might
By the hangman drawe ouer hill and vale
Dismembryd after and hewe on pesys small
With my blode the pament all bespreynte
Thanked be fortune which was myn auenture
The soule partyd the body was so feynt
Who rad euer of any creature
That moch more torment dyd endure
Prayde bochas to haue all thinge in mynde
Write hir lyf and leue no thinge behinde