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The History of the Seven Wise Masters of Rome

[The Complaint of the Emperor's Son on the Empress.]

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Thenne sayd the sone vnto the fader, beholde this rybaude that many a nyghte hathe with your wyfe lyen in your chamber in auoutrye, ⁊ haue defouled your bedde. ⁊ therfore the empresse loued hym so well, the whiche ye knewe not. whan the emperour sawe yt he was impacyent ⁊ wrothe, yt he cōmaunded yt she with ye rybaude sholde be brent. ye sone sayd, lorde fader make no haste of yt iugement before that I haue reproued her of the cryme yt she layde vpon me falsely, ⁊ that she vntruly ⁊ falsly hathe complayned ⁊ lyed vpon me. Tho sayd the fader, My dere sone I cōmytte all the iugemente in to your hands. The sone answered yf she be founde false ⁊ a lyer ye lawe shall iuge her. But my dere fader whan ye sent after me at ye instaunce of hyr, then I with my maysters behelde the sterres in ye fyrmamente. ⁊ there we sawe yt yf I sholde speke ony worde within seuen dayes I sholde haue deyed a shamefull dethe, and therefore that was the cause that I spake not. And where as the empresse sayd ⁊ put vnto me, that I wolde haue oppressed ⁊ rauysshed hyr, in yt she lyeth falsly but she dyd hyr best to haue caused me to do it. And whan she in no wyse coude bryng me therto, she toke me paper penne ⁊ ynke, ⁊ badde me wryte the cause why yt I refused her. And whan yt I had wryten yt I wolde not do or commytte so greate ⁊ abhomynable synne, and also wolde not my faders orcharde defoule, tho began she to tere hyr clothes ⁊ scratche her vysage yt it ran on blode, ⁊ cryed wt a loude voyce, ⁊ cōmytted vnto me the cryme or blame. And whan ye Emperoure herde this he behelde her wt a fell countenaunce, and sayd to her in this maner, O thou wretched woman was it not suffycyent to fulfyll thy foule ⁊ lecherous appetyte I ⁊ thy rybaude, but wolde also haue hadde my sone. Than fell the Empresse to themperours fote ⁊ she cryed hym mercy. Then ye Emperoure sayd, O thou cursyd ⁊ most vnhappy woman thou askest forgyuenesse ⁊ thou art worthy none to haue, for yu haste deserued to dye in thre maner wyse. The fyrst is yt yu haste done auoutrye. The seconde is that thou haste prouoked and styred my sone to syne ⁊ haste to hym commytted, ⁊ layde ye cryme falsely ⁊ vntruly. And ye thyrde yt thou haste euery daye entyced ⁊ prouoked me wt thy false tales for to put hym to dethe. ⁊ therfore ye lawe shall haue ye course vpon ye, ⁊ iuge the to the dethe. Then sayd the sone, Fader ye knowe well, that for ye lesynge that she lyed vpon me, I was dayly lad to hangynge. But god with the helpe of my maysters hathe delyuered me. O my moost honourable fader, it was sayd vnto you by ye Empresse that I wolde also by ye helpe of my maysters depose you out of youre Empyre, ⁊ that I laboured to dystroye you, ⁊ for to sette me in your place. Sholde not ye then haue sorowed, Ye haue the Empyre to gouerne, ⁊ wherfore shold I not holde you for my fader. God defende that, for of you I haue my lyuyng. And I shall holde and repute you for my souerayne lorde and fader durynge the terme of my lyfe. And I will not in ony manere depryue you of youre honoure, but I shall laboure and besye my selfe about the gouernaunce of ye same, and all your cōmaundementes I shall fulfyll in every thynge. But it is in lyke wyse as the fader caste his sone in to the see for too drowne hym, bycause he sayd yt he in tyme comynge sholde be his lorde, ⁊ yet ye sone by the helpe of god was saued, and was made a gretter lorde than he was, ⁊ yet was it no hynderaunce to the fader but prouffyte. Also ye sholde see ⁊ remembre yt my lyfe ⁊ gouernaunce shall neuer hynder you but it shal be to your greate solace ⁊ joye. Than sayd ye Emperoure, blessed be almyghty god ⁊ the houre yt I euer begate you, ⁊ deserued to haue such a sone yt I fynde soo wyse ⁊ good in all thynges. Telle me nowe an example by ye whiche I maye parfytly thy wysdome vnderstande, & that myn herte maye the better joye in the. Thenne sayd the sone fyrst cōmaunde sylence to your people yt I be not letted in my wordes tyll yt I haue done. And whan yt it is ended, gyue sentence wt ye ryght wysnesse of the lawe vpon me and vpon the Empresse. Tho cōmaunded the Emperour sylence. ⁊ the chyld began to tell in maner as hereafter foloweth.

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