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A32749	The works of our ancient, learned, & excellent English poet, Jeffrey Chaucer as they have lately been compar'd with the best manuscripts, and several things added, never before in print : to which is adjoyn'd The story of the siege of Thebes, by John Lidgate ... : together with The life of Chaucer, shewing his countrey, parentage, education, marriage, children, revenues, service, reward, friends, books, death : also a table, wherein the old and obscure words in Chaucer are explained, and such words ... that either are, by nature or derivation, Arabick, Greek, Latine, Italian, French, Dutch, or Saxon, mark'd with particular notes for the better understanding of their original.; Works. 1687	Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.; Speght, Thomas, fl. 1600.; Lydgate, John, 1370?-1451? Siege of Thebes.	1687 (1687)	Wing C3736; ESTC R3920	1,295,535	731

Image in the Habit of a Vowess and Dutchess crowned lying on the same Tomb and another Image under the Tomb so near as may be like unto her at the time of her Death with this Epitaph Orate pro anima serenissimae principissae Aliciae Suffolchiae hujus Ecclesiae Patronae primae fundatricis hujus Eleemosinariae quae obiit 20 die mensis Maii Anno Dom. 1475. Litera Dominicali A. Among many things that greatly renowned Geffrey Chaucer this was one saith Bale That he had a Kinswoman Quae Gulielmo Sudovolgiorum Duci nupsit ac magno in splendore Aquelmi vitam egit that is which being married to William Duke of Suffolk lived in great Honour at Ewelm His Revenues BUT now to return to Geffrey Chaucer although he had Lands and Revenues in divers Places and that to the yearly value as some say almost of a thousand Pounds yet the Place of his most Abode was at Woodstock in a fair House of Stone next to the King's Place called to this day Chaucer's House and by that Name passed by the Queen to the Tenant which there now dwelleth Chaucer took great Pleasure to lye there in regard of the Park in sundry of his Writings much by him commended as also to be near the Court where his best Friends were and they who were able to do him most Pleasure by whose means he had sundry Rewards bestowed upon him and that worthily for his good Service which often he performed and whereof in Chronicles and Records we may read His Service IN the last Year of King Edward the Third he with Sir Richard Dangle and Sir Richard Stan was sent to Montrevil to move a Marriage to be had between Richard Prince of Wales and the Lady Mary Daughter to the French King Some write that he with Petrark was present at the Marriage of Lionel Duke of Clarence with Violant Daughter of Galeasius Duke of Millain yet Paulus Jovius nameth not Chaucer but Petrark he saith was there And yet it may well be for it is in Record that twice or thrice he was employed in foreign Countries which if it be true well might the man be at such Charges and Expences as he might stand in need of King Richard the Second's Protection as after shall appear till he had better recovered himself But for his Service he was not unrewarded His Rewards CHaucer is called Armiger Regis for in the Patent Rolls of Part 1. of 50 Ed. 3. M. 5. the King maketh a Grant Armigero nostro Galfrido Chaucer This Armiger Regis was of good Worship and Reputation about the Prince being also the same that Scutifer Regis was to bear the King's Shield and other Armour of his both out and in the Wars By which Name of Scutifer Regis the King granted to him the Lands and Body of Sir Edmund Staplegat for the Manor of Bilsington in Kent to whom he paid 104 Pounds for the same as appeareth in Patent Part 2. de anno 49 Edw. 3. Again the King before that in 45 Edw. 3 as appeareth in pellis Exitus of the Exchequer had granted unto him twenty Marks by Year by the Name of Galfride Chaucer Valectus Hospitii which is Groom of the Palace a place of good Worship By which Name of Valectus also King Edw. 3. long before did entite Laurence Hastings Lord of Aburganey calling him Valectum nostrum being the King's Groom Page or Servant For unto this day certain Servitors of the Queens are called Pages and Grooms being of Worship and Reputation as are the Grooms of the Privy Chamber By which may be gathered in what Credit G. Chaucer was with King Edw. 3. Anno 8 Richardi 2. Galfridus Chaucer Contrarotulator Customarïorum Subsidiorum in portu Civitatis nostrae London Anno 17 Richardi 2. Viginti librae datae Galfrido Chaucero per annum durante vita Vigessimo secundo anno Richardi secundi concessum Galfrido Chaucer unum dolium vini per annum durante vita in portu civitatis London per manus capitalis Pincernae nostri Anno primo Henrici quarti Galfrido Chaucero Armigero literae patentes confirmatae pro viginti libris nummorum per annum durante vita uno dolio vini Eodem etiam anno concessae adhuc datae eidem Galfrido Chaucero Quadraginta marcae per annum durante vita His Friends FRiends he had in the Court of the best sort for besides that he always held in with the Princes in whose days he lived he had of the best of the Nobility both Lords and Ladies which favoured him greatly But chiefly John of Gaunt Duke of Lancaster at whose commandment he made the Treatise Of the Alliance betwixt Mars and Venus and also the Book of the Dutchess Likewise the Lady Isabel Daughter to King Edward the Third and Wife to Ingeram de Guynes Lord De Coucy also the Lady Margaret Daughter to the same King married to John Hastings Earl of Penbrook did greatly love and favour Geffrey Chaucer and he again did as much honour them but especially the Lady Margaret as it may appear in divers Treatises by him written as in the Prologue of the Legend of good Women under the Name of the Daisy and likewise in a Ballad beginning In the season of Feuerier Others there were of great account whereof some for some causes took liking of him and other for his rare Gifts and Learning did admire him And thus he lived in honour many Years both at home and abroad Yet it seemeth that he was in some trouble in the days of King Richard the Second as it may appear in the Testament of Love where he doth greatly complain of his own rashness in following the multitude and of their hatred against him for bewraying their purpose And in that complaint which he maketh to his empty Purse I do find a written Copy which I had of Mr. Stow whose Library helped me in many things wherein ten times more is adjoyned than is in Print Where he maketh great Lamentation for his wrongful Imprisonment wishing death to end his days which in my Judgment doth greatly accord with that in the Testament of Love Moreover we find it thus in Record In the second Year of Richard the Second The King took Geffrey Chaucer and his Lands into his Protection the occasion whereof no doubt was some danger and trouble wherein he was fallen by favouring some rash attempt of the common People For living in such troublesome times wherein few knew what part to take no marvel if he came into some danger nay great marvel that he fell not into greater danger But as he was learned so was he wise and kept himself much out of the way in Holland Zeland and France where he wrote most of his Books His Books CHaucer had always an earnest desire to enrich and beautifie our English Tongue which in those days was very rude and barren and this he did following the Example of Dante

was it shewed on that portreiture As is depainted in the starres aboue Who shall be dead or els slaine for loue Sufficeth one ensample in stories old I may not reken them all though I would The statue of Mars vpon a cart stood Armed and looked grim as he were wood And ouer his head there shinen two figures Of starres that been cleaped in scriptures That one Puella hight that other Rubeus This god of armes was araied thus A wolfe there stood beforne him at his fete With eyen red and of a man he ete With subtill pensill was painted this storie In redouting of Mars and of his glorie Now to the temple of Diane the chast As shortly as I can I woll me hast To tell you all the discriptioun Depainted been the wals vp and doun Of hunting and of shamefast chastite There saw I how wofull Calistope When that Diane greeued was with her Was turned fro a woman to a bere And afterward was she made the loadsterre Thus was it painted I can say no ferre Her sonne is eke a starre as men may see There saw I Dane turned vnto a tree I meane not the goddesse Diane But Venus daughter which that hight Dane There saw I Acteon an Hert ymaked For vengeance that he saw Diane all naked I saw how that his hounds haue him cought And freten him for they knew him nought Yet painted was a little furthermore How Athalant hunted the wild Bore And Mellager and many other mo For which Diane wrought him care and wo. There saw I many another wonder storie Which me list not to draw in memorie This goddesse full well vpon an Hart sete With small hounds all abouten her fete And vnderneath her feet she had a Moone Wexing it was and yet should wane soone In gaudie greene her statue clothed was With bow in hand and arrowes in caas Her iyen aye she cast full low adoun There Pluto hath his darke regioun A woman trauelling was her before But for her child so long was vnbore Full pitously Lucina gan she call And said helpe for thou maiest best of all Well coud he paint liuely that it wrought With many a florein he the hewes bought Now been these lists made and Theseus That at his great cost hath arayed thus The temples and the theatre eueridele When it was done it him liked wonder wele But stint I woll of Theseus alite And speake of Palamon and of Arcite The day approcheth of her returning That euerich should an C. knights bring The battaile to darreine as I you told And to Athens her couenants to hold Hath euerich of hem brought an C. knights Well armed for the warre at all rights And sikerly there trowed many a man That never sithens the world began As for to speak of knighthood of her hond As farre as God hath made sea or lond Nas of so few so noble a company For every wight that loued chiualry And would his thankes haue a passing name Hath praied that he might be of that game And well was him that thereto chosen was For if there fell to morrow such a caas Ye know well that euery lusty knight That loueth paramours and hath his might Were it in England or were it elsewhere They would all full faine willen to be there * To fight for a lady ah benedicite It were a lustie sight for men to se And right so farden they with Palamon With him there went knights many on Some would been armed in an habergeon And in a brest plate with a light gippion And some would have a paire of plates large And some wold haue a pruce sheld som a ●arge Some would be armed on his legs wele And haue an axe and some a mace of stele There nas none new gise that it nas old Armed were they as I haue you told Euerich after his opinion ¶ Ther maist thou se comming with Palamon Ligurge himselfe the great king of Trace Blacke was his berd manly was his face The sercles of his iyen in his hed They glouden betwixt yellow and red And like a Lion looked he about With kemped haires on his browes stout His lims great his brawnes hard and strong His shoulders brode his armes round long And as the guise was in his countre Full high upon a chaire of gold stood he With foure great white buls in the trasys Instead of a coat armour ouer his harnays With nailes yellow and bright as any gold He hath a beares skin cole blacke for old His long haire was kempt behind his backe As any ravens feather it shone for blacke A wreath of gold arme great of huge weight Vpon his head set full of stones bright Of fine rubies and clere diamands About his chaire there went white allaunds Twenty and mo as grete as any stere To hunten at the lion or the wild bere And followed him with mosell fast ybound Collers of gold and torrettes filed round An hundred lordes had he in his rout Armed full well with hearts sterne and stout With Arcite in stories as men do find The great Emetrius the King of Inde Vpon a steed bay trapped in stele Covered with a cloth of gold diapred wele Came riding like the god of armes Marce His coat armure was of cloth of Trace Well couched with perle white round gret His saddle was of brent gold new ybet A mantle upon his shoulders hanging Brette full of rubies red as fire sparkling His crispe haire like rings was of yron And that was yellow and glittering as the son His nose was high his eyen bright cytryn His lips ruddie his colour was sanguyn A few freckles in his face yspreint Betwixt yellow and somdele blacke ymeint And as a Lion he his eyen kest Of fiue and twenty yere his age I gest His beard was well begun for to spring His voice was as a trumpet sowning Vpon his head he weared of laurer greene A garland fresh and lustie for to seene Vpon his hand he bare for his delite An Eagle tame as any lilly white An hundred lords had he with him there All armed saue her heads in her gere And that full richely in all manner things For trusteth well that earles dukes kings Were gathered in this noble company For loue and for encrease of chiualry About this king there ran on euery part Full many a rame Lion and Libart And in this wise these lords all and some Been on the sunday to the citie come About prime and in the toune a light This Theseꝰ this duke this worthy knight When he had brought hem into his citee And inned hem euerich after his degree He feasted hem and doth so great labour To easen hem and done hem all honour That yet men wenen that no mans wit Of none estate coud ne amend it The minstralcie the seruice at the feast The great yefts also to the most and least The rich array throughout Theseus paleis Ne who sat first

you find of the Cooks Tale add this What thorow himself his felaw y● fought Vnto a mischief both they were brought The tone ydamned to prison perpetually The tother to deth for he couth not of clergy And therefore yong men learne while ye may That with many divers thoughts beth pricked all the day Remembre you what mischief cometh of misgovernaunce Thus mowe ye learn worschip and come to substaunce Think how grace and governaunce hath brought aboune Many a poore man'ys Son chefe state of the Town Euer rule thee after the best man of name And God may grace thee to come to y● same Immediately after these words at the end of the Squires Tale Apollo whirleth up his chare so hie Vntill the God Mercurius house he flie Let this be added But I here now maken a knotte To the time it come next to my lotte For here ben felawes behind an hepe truly That wolden talk full besily And have here sport as well as I And the day passeth certainly So on this mattere I may no lenger dwell But stint my clack and let the other tell Therefore oft taketh now good hede Who shall next tell and late him spede FINIS 1 This Leland had Commission from King Hen. Eighth to search all Libraries in England for matters of Antiquity He died in the days of Edw. Sixth 2 In the 1. Book and 5th Sect. 3 About the 2d or 3d Year of Edw. Third 1 Vintner quasi Wineturner that is a Merchant of the Vi●●ry which sold by whole sale 1 This Q. Isabel being sent into France with her young Son Edw. by the K. of England her Husband to conferr about matters with her Brother the French King would by no means return having conceived a great Hatred against the Spensers and also against the King for suffering himself to be misled by their naughty Counsel but by all means stirred the People to Rebellion and in the end came over her self with almost three thousand Strangers besides Englishmen 2 Henault a Province lying between France and Flanders 1 This Coniecture is of small force for the Merchants of the Staple had not any Arms granted to them as I have been informed before the time of Henry the Sixth or much thereabout Canterbury Colledge in Oxford founded by Simon Islip Archbishop of Canterbury was suppressed in the Reign of K. Hen. 8. and joyned unto Christs-Church 2 Nicholas de Lynna studiorum praecipuas partes in Mathesi collocavit quae quatuor disciplinarum orbem complectitur videlicet Arithmeticam Geometriam Musicam Astrologiam Bale 3 John Gower a Knight as Bale writeth studied not only the common Laws of the Land but all other kind of good Literature He lieth buried in St. Mary Overies in Southwark in a stately Tomb erected in the Wall with his Image lying over him in a Habit of greenish Damask down to his Feet a Collar of Esses Gold about his Neck and on his Head a Chaplet of Roses the Ornaments of Knighthood Under his Head he hath the likeness of three Books which he compiled the first Speculum Meditantis in French the second Vox Clamantis in Latin the third Confessio Amantis in English 4 John Plantagenet sirnamed Gaunt of Gaunt in Flanders where he was born was the fourth Son of King Edward the Third He was Duke of Lancaster Earl of Lincoln Darby and Leicester King of Castile and Lyons and Steward of England He was also Earl of Richmond and Duke of Aquitain He had three Wives Blanch Constance and Katharine He lieth buried in the Quire of Pauls 1 Thomas Chaucer was born about the 38 or 39th Year of Edw. 3. 2 Written Ann. Domini 1391. Rich. secund 14. 1 This John Burghershe was of the same Line of Barrholomew Burghershe one of the first Knights of the Garter at the Institution thereof by Edward 3. and of Henry Burghershe Bishop of Lincoln and Chancellor and Treasurer of England 2 Ewelme olim Chauceri Delapolorum nunc Regiae aedes Dum enim Johannes Lincolniae Comes Gulielmo Delapolo è filio Johanne nepos res novas contra Henricum septimum moliretur proscriptus omnibus honoribus his possessionibus excidit quae in patrimonium Regium transcriptae fuerunt G. C. 3 Dunnington Castle standeth in a Park in Barkshire not far from Newberry where to this day standeth an old Oak called Chaucer's Oak 4 Wallingford in Barkshire Castrum admirandae amplitudinis magnificentiae duplici murorum ambitu duplici item vallo circundatum in medio moli in magnam altitudinem aeditae arx imponitur in cujus acclivi per gradus ascensu fons est immensae profunditatis Incolae constructum à Danis credunt alii à Romanis G. Camben 5 Knaresborow in Yorkshire Castrum rupi asperrimae impositum quod Serlonem de Burgo patruum Eustacii Vescii condidisse ferunt nunc patrimonii Lancastrensis censetur G. Camden 6 This Jane of Navarr Widow to John of Mounford Duke of Britain was married to Henry the Fourth about the fourth Year of his Reign 7 The Pooles Advancement grew first by Merchandise and Sir Richard Poole Kt. was Father to William de la Pool Merchant of Hull who for that he frankly and freely did lend to King Ed. 3. a great Sum of Mony at Mortaign in France when he was greatly distressed was honoured with the Girdle Military made Banneret and endued with 1000 Marks by the Year and his Successors after were advanced to be Dukes of Suffolk as in Master Stow's Annals appeareth William de la Pole was first secretly married to the Countess of Henault by whom he had a Daughter and after being divorced from her was publickly married to Chaucer's Daughter Countess of Salisbury who proved this Daughter being married to one Barentine a Bastard The which Barentine afterward for a Rior made against the Countess was condemned and lost an hundred Pounds by the Year J. Stow. In the 28. of K. Hen. 6. 1450. this William de la Pole was banished the Realm for five Years to pacifie the hard opinion which the Commons had conceived against him In his Journey to his Banishment he was taken and beheaded and his Body cast up at Dover Sands and buried in the Charter-house at Hull J. St. This Sir Rich. Dangle a Knt. of Poictu came over with the Duke of Lancaster who for his Valiancy and tryed Truth to the King of England was made Knight of the Garter 1 Some say he did but translate it and that it was made by Sir Otes de Grantsome Knight in French of my Lady of York Daughter to the King of Spain representing Venus and my Lord of Huntingdon sometime Duke of Excester This Lady was younger Sister to Gaunt's second Wife This Lord of Huntingdon was called John Holland half Brother to Richard the Second He married Elizabeth the Daughter of John of Gaunt Duke of Lancaster Out of the Records in the Tower a Thomas Occleve vel Ockelese vir tam bonis literis quam generis prosapia clarus exquisua quadam Anglici sermonis eloquentia post Chaucerum cujus suerat discipulus patriam ornavit linguam Johannis Wiclevi ipsius Berengarii in religione doctrinam sequebatur Tractatus hos fecit Planctum proprium Dialogum and amicum De quadam Imperatrice De arte moriendi De coelesti Hierusalem De quodam Jonatha De Regimine Principis * John Lidgate Monk of Bury an excellent Poet He travelled France and Italy to learn the Languages and Sciences * That is Geffrey Vinesause of whom read in the Recital of Authors This William Caxton of London Mercer brought Printing out of Germany into England about the latter end of the Reign of Henry the Sixth and practised the same in the Abbey of St. Peter at Westminster It was first found in Germany at Mogunce by one John Cuthembergus a Knight and brought to Rome by Conradus an Almaigne as some Authors say

Tidings of sundry realmes for to lere The wonders that they might seen or here Emong other things specially These marchants haue him told of dame Custance So great noblesse in earnest seriously That this Soudan hath cauȝt so great plesance To han her figure in his remembrance And all his lust and all his busie cure Was for to loue her while his life may dure Parauenture in that like large booke Which cleaped is the heauen ywritten was With starres when that he his birth tooke That he for loue should han his death alas * For in the starres clearer then is the glas Is written God wot who so could it read The death of euery man withouten dread In starres many a Winter there before Was written the death of Hector Achilles Of Pompey and Iulius or they were bore The strife of Thebes and of Hercules Of Sampson Turnus and of Socrates The death but that mens wits been so dust That no wight can well read it at the full This Soudan for his priuie counsel sent And shortly of this matter for to pace He hath to hem declared all his intent said hem certain but if he might haue grace To haue Custance within a little space He nas but dead and charged hem to hie To shapen for his life some remedie Diuers men diuersly they saiden The argument they casten vp and doune Many a subtill reason forth they laiden They speaken of Magicke and abusioun But finally as in conclusioun They cannot seene in that none auauntage Ne in none other way saue in mariage Then saw they therein such difficulty By way of reason to speake all plain Because that there was such diuersity Between both her laws that they sain They trow that no christen prince would fain Wedden his child vnder our lawes swete That vs was tauȝt by Mahound our prophet And he answerd rather than I lese Custance I would be christen doubtles I mote been hers I may none other chese I pray you hold your arguments in pees Saueth my life and be ye not retcheles To getten her that hath my life in cure For in this woe I may not long endure What needeth greater delatation I say by treatie and embassadrie And by the Popes mediation And all the church and all the chiualrie That in destruction of Maumetrie And in encrease of Christs law deare They been accorded as ye shall heare How that the Soudan and his baronage And all his lieges should ychristened be And he shall han Custance in marriage And certaine gold I not what quantite And her to find sufficient surete The same accord was sworne on either side Now fair Custance almighty God thee gide Now woulden some men waiten as I gesse That I should tellen all the purueiance That the Emperour of his noblesse Hath shapen for his doughter dame Custance Well may men know that so great ordinance May no man tellen in a little clause As was araied for so high a cause Bishops been shapen with her for to wend Lords and ladies and knights of renoun And other folke y●●ow this is the end And notified is throughout the toun That euery wight with great deuotioun Should pray Christ that he this mariage Receiue in gree and speed this voyage The day is come of her departing I say the wofull day naturall is come That there may be no longer tarrying But forward they hem dresse all and some Custance that with sorrow is all ouercome Full pale arist and dressed her to wend For well she sey there is none other end Alas what wonder is it though she wept That shall be sent to a straunge nation Fro friends that so tenderly her kept And be bounden vnder subjection Of one she knoweth not his condition * Husbands been all good han been yore That know ne wiues I dare say no more Father she said thy wretched child Custance Thy young daughter fostered vp so loft And ye my mother my soueraigne pleasaunce Ouer all thing out take Christ on loft Custance your child her commendeth oft Vnto your grace for I shall to Surrie Ne shall I neuer more see you with eie Alas vnto the Barberie nation I must anon sithen it is your will But Christ that starfe for our redemption So yeue me grace his hestes to fulfill I wretched woman no force though I spill * Women are born to thraldome penaunce And to been vnder mans gouernaunce I trow at Troy when Thurus brake the wall Of Ilion ne when brent was Thebes cite Ne Rome for the harme of Hanniball That Romans hath ivenqueshed times thre Nas heard such tender weeping for pite As was in the chamber for her parting But forth she mote wheder she weepe or sing O first mouing cruel firmament With thy diurnal swegh that croudest aye And hurriest all fro East to Occident That naturally would hold another way Thy crouding set the heauen in such array At the beginning of this fierce Voyage That cruell Mars hath slaine this mariage O infortunat assendent tortuous Of which the lord is helpelesse fall alas Out of his angle into his derkest house O Mars O occisier as in this caas O feeble Mone vnhappy been thy paas Thou knittest there thou nart not receiued Ther thou wer wel fro thence art thou waiued Imprudent Emperour of Rome alas Was there no philosopher in thy toun Is no time bette than other in such cas Of voiage is there none electioun Namely to folke of high conditioun Nat when a rote is of a birth yknow Alas we been too leaud or to slow To ship is brought this wofull faire maid Solemnely with euery circumstance Now Iesus Christ be with you all she said There nis no more but farwell fair Custance She paineth her to make good countenance And forth I let her saile in this mannere And turne I woll againe to my mattere Explicit prima pars sequitur pars secunda THe mother of the Soudan well of vices Espied hath her sonnes plaine intent How he woll lete his old sacrifices And right anon she for her counsaile sent And they ben comen to know what she ment And when assembled was this folke in feare She set her doune and said as ye shall heare Lords qd she ye knowne euery chone How that my sonne is in point to lete The holy lawes of our Alkaron Yeuen by Gods messenger Mahomete But one auow to great God I hete The life shall rather out of my body start Or Mahomets law goe out of my hart What should vs tiden of this new law But thraldome to our bodies and pennaunce And afterward in hell to been draw For we reneyed Mahound our creaunce But lords woll ye now make assuraunce As I shall say assenting to my lore And I shall make us fafe for euermore They sworen and assenten euery man To liue with her and die and by her stond And euerich in the best wise that he can To strengthen her shall all

his friends fond And she hath this emprise taken in hond Which ye shall heare that I shall deuise And to hem all she spake in this wise We shal vs first faine christendom to take Cold water shall not greeue us but alite And I shall such a reuell and a feast make That as I trow I shall the Soudan quite For tho his wife be christened neuer so white She shall haue need to wash away the rede Though she a font ful of water with her lede O Soudonnesse root of iniquite Virago thou Symyram the secound O serpent vnder fememnete Like to the serpent deepe in hell ibound O faigned woman all that may confound Vertue innocence through thy mallice Is bred in thee a neast of euery vice O Sathan enuious since thilke day That thou wert chased from our heritage Well knewest thou to women the old way Thou madest Eue to bring us in seruage Thou wolt fordoen this Christen mariage * This instrument so welaway the while Make thou of women when thou wolt begile This Soudonnesse whom I blame and werie Let priuily her counsaile gone her way What should I in this tale longer tarie She rideth to the Soudon on a day And saied him that she would reny her lay And christendome of priests hondes fong Repenting her she Heathen was so long Beseeching him to doen her that honour That she might haue the christen folke to fest To pleasen hem I woll doen my labour The Soudon saith I woll doen al your hest And kneeling thanked her of that request So glad he was he nist not what to say She kist her sonne home she goth her way Arriued been these christen folke to lond In Surrey with a great solemne rout And hastily this Soudon sent his sond First to his mother and all the reigne about And saied his wife was comen out of dout And praiden hem for to riden against the quene The honour of his reigne for to sustene Great was the presse rich was the ray Of Surreyans and Romanes ymet yfere The mother of the Soudon rich and gay Receiueth her with all manner glad chere As any mother might her doughter dere Vnto the next city there beside A soft paas solemnly they all ride Nought trow I the triumph of Iulius Of which that Lucan maketh such a bost Was roialler and more curious Than was thassembling of his blisfull host But this Scorpion this wicked ghost The Soudonnesse for all her flattering Cast vnder all this mortally to sting The Soudon cometh himself soon after this So rially that wonder is to tell He welcometh her with much ioy and blis And thus in mirth and ioie I let hem dwell The fruit of euery tale is for to tell Whan time come men thought it for the best That reuel stint and men gon to rest The time come this old Soudonnesse Ordained hath the feast of which I told And to the feast christen folke hem dresse And that in the general both yong and old There may men feast and rialte behold And dainties moe than I can deuise But all to dere they bought it or they rise O Soudon wo that euer thou art successour To worldly blisse springed with bitternesse * The end of ioy is worldly labour Wo occupieth the ende of our gladnesse Herken this counsaile for thy sikernesse * Vpon thy glad day ha●●● thou in minde The vnware wo or harme that cometh behinde For shortly to tellen at a word The Soudon the Christen euerichone Been all to hewe and sticken at the boord But it were onely dame Custance alone This old Soudonnesse this cursed crone Hath with her friends doen this cursed deed For she her selfe would all the country lede There was Surreien non that was conuerted That of the counsaile of the Soudon wot That he nas all to heawe er he asterted And Custance han they taken anon fotehot And in a ship all sternelesse God wot They han her set and bidden her lerne to saile Out of Surrey ayenward to Itale A certain tresour that she thither ladde And sooth to sayne vitaile great plente They han her yeuen and clothes eke she had And forth she saileth in the salt se O my Custance full of benignite O Emperours yong doughter so dere He that is lorde of fortune be thy stere She blesseth her with full pitious voice Vnto the crosse of Christ tho said she O clere O welful auter holy croice Reed of the lambes blood full of pite That wesh the world fro the old iniquite Me fro the fende and fro his clawe kepe That day that I shall drenchen in the deepe Victorious tree protection of trewe That onely worthy were for to bere The king of heauen with his woundes new The white lambe that hurt was with a spere Flemere of feendes out of him and here On which thy limmes faithfully extenden Me kepe yeue me might my life to menden Yeres and daies fleeteth this creature Through the see of Grece vnto the straite Of Marocke as it was her auenture O many a sory meale may she baite After her death full oft may she waite Or that the wilde waves would her driue Vnto the place there she should ariue Men mighten asken why she was not slayn Eke at the feast who might her body saue I answer to that demaund agayn Who saued Daniel in that horrible caue That euery wight were he master or knaue Was with the Lion frette or he asterte No wight but God that he bare in his hert God list to shew his wonderfull miracle In her for she should seen his mighty werkes Christ that is to euery harme triacle * By certain means often as knowen clerkes Doth thing for certaine end that full derke is To mans wit that for our ignorance Ne can nat know his prudent purueyance Now that she was not at the feast yslawe Who kepeth her fro the drenching in the see Who kept Ionas in the fishes mawe Till he was spouted out at Niniuee Wel may men know it was no wight but he That kept the people Ebrak from drenching With dry feet through the see passing Who hath the foure spirits of the tempest That power had both to anoy lond and see Both north and south also west and east Anoyeth neither see ne londe ne tree Southly the commaunder thereof was he That fro the tempest aye this woman kept As well whan she woke as whan she slept Wher might this woman meat drink haue Thre yere and more how lasteth her vitaile Who fed the Egyptian Mary in the caue Or in desert none but Christ sans faile Fiue thousand folk it was as great maruaile With loaues fiue and fishes two to feed God sent his foyson at her great need She driueth forth into our Occian Throughout the wide see till at the last Vnder an holde that nempne I ne can Fer in Northumberlond the waue her cast And in the sand her

to me my saile and eke my stere Her little child lay weeping in her arme And kneeling pitously to him she said Peace little sonne I woll do thee none harm With that her kercher off her head she braid And ouer his little eyen she it laid And in her arme she lulleth it full fast And into heauen her eyen vp the cast Mother qd she and maiden bright Marie Sooth it is that through womans eggement Mankind was lore and damned aye to die For which thy child was on crosse yrent Thy blisfull eyen saw all his turment Then is there no comparison betwene Thy wo and any wo that man may sustene Thou see thy child yslaine before thine eien And yet liueth my little child parfay Now lady bright to whom all wofull crien Thou glory of womanhead thou faire may Thou hauen of refute bright sterre of day Rew on my child of thy gentilnesse That rewest on euery rufull in distresse O little child alas what is thy guilt That neuer wroughtest sinne as yet parde Why woll thine hard father haue thee spilt O mercy dear constable qd shee As let my little child dwell here with thee And if thou darst not sauen him fro blame So kisse him once in his fathers name Therwith she looketh backward to the lond And said farewell husband routhlesse And vp she rist and walketh doune the strond Toward the ship her followeth all the prees And aye she praieth her child to hold his pees And taketh her leaue and with an holy entent She blesseth her and into the ship she went Vitailed was the ship it is no drede Habundantly for her a full long space And other necessaries that should nede She had ynow hereid by Gods grace For wind weather almighty God purchace And bring her home I can no better say But in the see she driueth forth her way Alla the king cometh home soone after this Vnto his castle of which I told And asketh where his wife and his child is The constable gan about his heart wax cold And plainely all the manner him told As ye han heard I can tell it no better And shewed the king his seale and his letter And said lord as ye commaunded me On paine of death so haue I done certain This messenger turmented was till he Must be knowne and tell plat and plain Fro night to night in what place he had lain And thus by wittie subtill enquiring Imagind was by whom this harm gan spring The hand was knowen that the letter wrot And all the venim of this cursed dede But in what wise certainely I not The effect is this that Alla out of drede His mother slow that may men plainly rede For that she traitour was to her allegeaunce Thus endeth old Donegild with mischaunce The sorrow that this Alla night and day Maketh for his child and his wife also There is no tongue that it tellen may But now woll I to Custance go That fleeteth in the sea in paine and wo Fiue yeare and more as liked Christs sonde Or that her ship approched vnto londe Vnder an heathen castle at the last Of which the name in my text I not find Custance and eke her child the sea vp cast Almighty God that saueth all mankind Haue on Custance on her child some mind That fallen is in heathen hond eftsoone In point to spill as I shall tell you soone Doun fro the castle cometh there many a wight To gauren on this ship and on Custance But shortly fro the castle on a night The lords steward God yeue him mischance A theefe that had renied our creaunce Came into the ship alone and said he should Her lemman be whether she would or nold Wo was the wretched woman tho begon Her child and she cried full pittously But blisfull Mary halpe her anon For with her strogling well and mightily The theefe fell ouer the boord all sodainly And in the see he drenched for vengeance And thus hath Christ unwemmed kept Custance * O foule lust of luxure lo thine end Nat onely that thou faintest mans mind But verily thou wolt his body shend The end of thy werke or of thy lusts blind Is complaining how many one may men find That not for werke somtime but for th entent To done this sinne been either slaine or shent How may this weak woman haue the strength Her to defend against this renegate O Golias vnmeasurable of length How might Dauid make thee so mate So young and of armure so desolate How durst he looke on thy dreadfull face Well may men seene it is but Gods grace Who yaue Iudith courage or hardinesse To slean prince Holofernes in his tent And to deliuer out of wretchednesse The people of God I say for this intent That right as God spirit and vigor sent To hem and saued hem out of mischance So sent he might and vigor to Custance Forth goth her ship through the narow mouth Of Subalter and Sept yfleeting aie Somtime West somtime North South And sometime East full many a wearie daie Till Christs mother yblessed be she aie Hath shapen through her endlesse goodnesse To make an end of all her heauinesse Explicit secunda pars sequitur pars tertia NOW let vs stint of Custance but a throw And speake we of the Romane Emperour That out of Surrey hath by letters know The slaughter of Christians and dishonour Doen to his doughter by a false traitour I meane the cursed wicked Soudonnesse That at the feast let stean both more and lesse For which this Emperour hath sent anon His senatour with roiall ordinance And other lords God wote many one On Surreians to done high vengeance They brennen slean bring hem to mischance Full many a day but shortly in the end Homeward to Rome they shapen hem to wend. This senatour repaireth with victory To Rome ward sayling full roially And met the ship driuing as saith the story In which Custance sat full pitously Nothing knew he what she was ne why She was in such array ne she nold sey Of her estate though she shoulden dey He bringeth her to Rome and to his wife He yaue her and her young sonne also And with the senatour she lad her life Thus can our lady bring out of wo Wofull Custance and many another mo And long time dwelled she in that place In holy werkes euer as was her grace The senatours wife her aunt was But for all that she knew her nere the more I woll no longer tarry in this caas But to king Alla which I spake of yore That for his wife weepeth and siketh sore I woll retourne and let I woll Custance Vnder the senatours gouernance King Alla which that had his mother slain Vpon a day fell in such repentaunce That if I shortly tell all shall and plain To Rome he cometh to receiue his penaunce And putten him in the Popes ordinaunce In high and low and Iesu Christ besought

Foryeue his wicked werks that he wrought The fame anon through Rome town is born How Alla king shall come on pilgrimage By herbegers that wenten him beforn For which the senatour as was vsage Rode him againe and many of his linage As well to shewen his high magnificence As to done any king reuerence Great cheare doth this noble senatour To king Alla and he to him also Euerich of hem doth other great honour And so befell that on a day or two This senatour is to king Alla go To feast and shortly if I shall not lie Custances sonne went in his companie Som men would sain at the request of Custance This senatour had lad this child to feast I may not tellen euery circumstance Be as be may there was he at the least But sooth it is right at his mothers hest Beforne Alla during the meat space The child stood looking in the kings face This Alla king hath of this child gret wonder And to the senatour he said anon Whose is that faire child that stondeth yonder I not qd he by God and by saint Iohn A mother he hath but father hath he non That I of wote but shortly in a stound He told Alla how the child was yfound But God wot qd the Senatour also So vertuous a liuer in my life Ne saw I neuer as she ne heard of mo Such wordly woman maiden ne of wife I dare well say she had leuer a knife Through her brest than ben a woman wicke * There is no man couth bring her to the prick Now was the child as like Custance As possible is a creature for to be This Alla hath the face in remembrance Of dame Custance and thereon mused he Yeue that the childs mother were aught she That is his wife and priuily he sight And sped him fro the table all that he might Parfay he thought that fatome is in mine hed I oughten deme of skilfull judgement That in the salt sea my wife is ded And afterward he made his argument What wot I if Christ hath hither sent My wife by sea as well as he her sent To my country fro thence that she was went After anone home with the Senatour Goth Alla for to see this wonder chaunce This Senatour doth Alla great honour And hastily he sent after Custance But trusteth well her lust not to dance When that she wist wherfore was that sond Vnneth vpon her feet might she stond When Alla saw his wife faire he her gret And wept that it was ruth for to see For at the first looke he on her set He knew well verely that it was she And for sorrow as dombe stant as a tree So was her heart shet in distresse When she remembered his vnkindnesse Twice she souned in his owne sight He weepeth and him excuseth pitously Now God qd he and his hallowes bright So wisty on my soule haue mercy That of your harme as guiitlesse am I As is Mauris my sonne so like your face Els the fiend me fetch out of this place Long was the sobbing and the bitter pain Or that her wofull heart mighten cease Great was the pity to heare hem complain Throgh which plaints gan her wo to encrese I pray you all my labour to release I may not tell her wo till to morrow I am so wearie to speake of her sorrow But finally when the sooth is wist That Alla guiltlesse was of her wo I trow an hundred times been they kist And such a blisse is there betwixt hem two That saue the joy that lasteth euermo There is no like that any creature Hath seen or shall while the world may dure Tho praied she her husbond meekely In releasing of her pitous paine That he would pray her father specially That of his Majestie he would encline To vouchsafe some day with him to dine She praied him eke he should by no way To her father no word of her to say Some men would say that the child Maurice Doth this message vntill this Emperour But as I gesse Alla was not so nice To him that was of so soueraigne honour As he that is of christen folke the flour To send a child but it is bette to deeme He went himselfe and so it may well seeme This Emperour graunted full gentilly To come to dinner as he him besought And all ready he came and looked busily Vpon this child on his doughter thought Alla goeth to his inne and as he him ought Arraied for this feast in euery wise As ferforth as his cunning may suffice The morow came and Alla gan him dresse And eke his wife the Emperour to mete And forth they ride in ioy and in gladnesse And when she saw her father in the strete She light doune and falleth to his fete Father qd she your young child Custance Is now full cleane out of your remembrance I am your doughter Custance qd she That whilome ye han sent into Surrie It am I father that in the salt see Was put alone and damned for to die Now good father I you mercy crie Send me no more into Heathennesse But thanken my lord here of his kindnesse Who can the pitous joy tellen all Betwixt hem thre since they been thus imet But of my tale make an end I shall The day goeth fast I woll no longer let This glad folke to dinner been ylet In ioy and blisse at meat I let hem dwell A thousand fold well more than I can tell This child Mauris was sithen Emperour Made by the Pope and liued christenly To Christs church he did great honour But I let all this storie passen by Of Custance is my tale specially In old Romane jestes men may find Mauris life I beare it not in mind This king Alla when he his time sey With this Custance his holy wife so swete To Englond been they come the right wey Where as they liue in joy and in quiete But little while it lasteth I you hete * Ioy of this world fer time woll not abide Fro day to night it chaungeth as the tide Who liued euer in such delite a day That he ne meued either in conscience Or ire or talent of some kin affray Enuie or pride or passion or offence I ne say but for this end and sentence That little while in ioy or in pleasance Lasteth the blisse of Alla with Custance * For death that taketh of hie low his rent When passed was a yeare euen as I gesse Out of this world king Alla gan hent For whom Custance hath full great heauines Now let vs praien God his soule to blesse And dame Custance finally to say Toward the toune of Rome goth her way To Rome is come this holy creature And findeth her father whole and sound Now is she scaped all her auenture And when that she her father hath yfound Doune on her knees she goeth to ground Weeping for tendernesse in her heart blithe She herieth God an

That she might kisse her child ere that it deid And in her arme this little child she leid With full sad face and gan the child blisse And lulled it and after gan it kisse And thus she saied in her benigne voyce Farwell my child I shall thee neuer see But sithen I haue marked thee with the croice Of th●lke father iblessed mote thou be That for vs died vpon the Roode tree Thy soule little child I him betake For this night shalt thou dien for my sake I trow that to a norice in this caas It had been hard this routh for to see Well might a mother then cry alas But natheles so sad and stedfast was she That she endured all her aduersite And to the sergeant meekely shee said Haue here ayen your little yong maid And goth now qd she doth my lords hest And o thing would I pray you of your grace But if my lord forbid it you at the lest Burieth this little bodie in some place That no beasts ne birds it to race But he no word to that purpose would saie But tooke y● childe and went anon his waie This sergeant came to the lord againe And of Grisilds words and of her chere He told him word by word short and plaine And him presented with his daughter dere Somwhat this lord had routh in his maner But natheles his purpose held he still As lords doen when they woll haue their will And bad the sergeant that full priuily He should this child wel soft wind and wrap With all the circumstance tenderly And carry it in a cofer or in a lap But on paine of his hed off to swap That no man should know of his entent Ne whens he came ne whither he went But at Boleine to his suster dere That thilke time of Pauie was Countesse He should it take and shew her this matere Beseeching her to doen her businesse This child to fostre in all gentlenesse And whose child that it was he bad her hide From euery wight for ought that might betide This sergeant goth hath fulfilde this thing But to this Marques now returne we For now goeth he full oft imagining If by his wiues chere he might ought see Or els by her words peceiue that she Were changed but he neuer could finde But euer in one ilike sad and kinde As glad as humble as busie in seruice And eke in loue as she was wont to be Was she to him in every manner wise Ne of her doughter one word spake she None accedent for none adversite Was seen in her ne never her doughters name Nempned she for ernest ne for game Explicit tertia pars incipit pars quarta IN this estate passed ben four yere Er she with child was but as God would A man child she bare by this Waltere Well gracious and faire to behold And when folke it to the father told Not onely he but all the countrey mery Was for the child God they thonke hery When it was two yere old from the brest Departed from his norice on a day This Marques cought yet another lest To tempten his wife eftsones if he may O needles was she tempted I dare say * But wedded men ne conne no measure When they find a patient creature Wife qd this Marques ye have heard or this My people heauily bereth our mariage And namely sithen my sonne borne is Now is it worse than ever in our age The murmure slaieth my heart my corage For to my eares commeth the voice so smart That it well nie destroyed hath my hart Now say they thus when Walter is agon Then shall the blood of Ianicola succede And ben our lord for other have we non Such words say my people it is no drede Well ought I of such murmure take hede For certainly I dread such sentence Though they not plainly speke in myne audience I would live in peace if that I might Wherefore I am disposed vtterly As I his suster served by night Right so I think to serve him priuily Thus warn I you that ye not sodainly Out of your self for no wo should outraie Beth patient and thereof I you pray I have qd she saied and ever shall I woll ne nill nothing for certain But as you list nought greueth me at all Though that my doughter my son be slain At your commandement this is to sain I have had no part of children twain But first sickenesse and after wo and pain Ye ben our lord doth with your own thing Right as you list and taketh no reed of me For as I left at home my clothing When I came first to you right so qd she Left I my will and all my liberty And toke your clothing wherfore I you pray Doe your will I woll to it obey And certes If I had prescience Your will to know ere ye your lust me told I would it doen without negligence But now I wote your lust what ye would All your pleasance firm and stable I hold For wist I that my death would doen you ese Gladly would I suffer it you to plese Death may not make no comparisoun Vnto your loue when this Marques seie The constance of his wife he cast adown His iyen two and wondred how she may In such patience suffer all this arraie And foorth he goth with drery countenaunce But to his hert it was full great pleasaunce This eiger sergeant in the same wise That he her doughter caught right so he Or worse if that he coud wers deuise Hath hent her sonne that was full of beaute And euer in one so patient was she That she no chere made of heauinesse But kisseth her child after gan him blesse Saue this she praied him if that he might Her little sonne he would in earth graue His tender limmes delicate to sight Fro foules and fro noysom beasts to saue But she none answer of him might haue He went his way as he nothing rought But to Boleine he tenderly it brought This Marques wondred euer lenger the more Vpon her pacience and if that he He had soothly knowen there before That perfectly her children loued she He would haue wend that for some subtilte And of malice or cruell corage She had suffered this with sad visage But he knew wel that next himself certain She loued her children best in euery wise But now of women would I aske fain If these assaies mighten not suffise What coud a sturdie husbond more deuise To preue her wifehood and her stedfastnesse But be continuing ever in sturdinesse But there be folke of that condition That when they han a certain purpose take They couth not stint of her entention But as they were bounden to a stake They woll not of that purpose to stake Right so this Marques hath fully purposed To tempt his wife as he was first disposed He waiteth if by words or countenance She were to him changed of

she I pray to God so yeue you prosperite And so hope I that he woll to you send Pleasaunce ynough vnto your liues end But one thing I beseech and warne also That ye pricke with no such turmenting This tender maiden as ye han do mo For she is fostered in her nourishing More tenderly in my supposing She could not aduersitie endure As could a poore fostred creature And when this Walter saw her patience Her glad cheare and no mallice at all And he so oft hath done her offence And she aye constant and stable as a wall Continuing euer her innocence ouer all This sturdie Marques gan his heart dresse To rue vpon her wifely stedfastnesse This is ynough Grisilde mine qd he Be no more gast ne euill apaid I haue thy faith and thy benignite As well as euer woman was assaid In great estate or poorely araid Now know I deare wife thy stedfastnesse And her in armes tooke and gan to kesse And she for wonder tooke thereof no keepe She heard not what thing he to her said She fared as she had stert out of her sleepe Till she out of her masednesse abraid Grisilde qd he by God that for vs deid Thou art my wife and none other I haue Ne neuer had as God my soule saue This is thy doughter which thou supposed To be my wife and none other faithfully And this shall be mine heir as I haue disposed Thou bare hem in thy body truly At Boloine haue I kept hem sikerly Take hem ayen for now maist thou not say That thou hast lorn any of thy children tway And folke that otherwise han said of me I warne hem wel that I haue done this dede For no malice ne for no cruelte But for to assay in thee thy womanhede And not to sley my children God forbede But for to keepen hem priuely and still Till I thy purpose knew and all thy will When she this herd a swoune doun she falleth For pitous joy and after her swouning She both her yong children to her calleth And in her armes pitously weeping Embraced hem both tenderly kissing Full like a mother with her salt teares She bathed both her visage and her haires O which a pitous thing it was to see Her swouning and her pitous voice to heare Graunt mercy lord God thonk it you qd she That ye haue saued me my children deare Now recke I neuer to be dead right here Sithen I stond in your loue in your grace No force of death ne when my spirit pace O tender O deare O yong children mine Your wofull mother wend stedfastly That cruell hounds or some foule vermine Had eaten you but God of his mercy And your benigne father so tenderly Hath done you keep and in that same stound All suddainly she swapt doune to the ground And in her swouning so sadly held she Her children two when she gan hem embrace That with great sleight and difficulte The children from hir arms they gan to race O many a teare on many a pitous face Doune ran of hem tht stooden there beside Vnneth about her might no man abide Walter her gladdeth and her sorow slaketh She riseth up all abashed from her traunce And every wight her ioy and feast maketh Till she hath caught ayen her countenance Walter her doth so faithfully pleasaunce That it was deintie to seene the chere Betwixt hem two when they were met ifere These ladies all when they her time sey Han taken her and into chamber gone And strippen her out of her rude arrey And in a cloth of gold that bright shone With a croune of many a rich stone Vpon her head they her into hall brought And there she was honoured as she ought Thus hath this pitous day a blisful end For every man and woman doth his might This day in mirth and revel to dispend Till on the welkin shone the sterres bright For more solemne in every mans sight This feast was and greater of co●●age Than was the revell of her mariage Well many a year in high prosperite Liven these two in concord and in rest And richly his doughter maried he Vnto a lord one of the worthiest Of all Itaile and then in peace and rest His wiues father in his court he kept Till that his soule out of his body crept His sonne succeedeth in his heritage In rest and peace after his fathers day And fortunate was eke in mariage All put he not his wife in great assay This world is not so strong it is no nay As it hath been in old times yore And her kneth what the autour saith therfore THis story is said not for that wiues should Followen Grisild as in humilite For it were importable tho they would But that every wight in his degre Should he constant in all adversite As was Grisild wherefore Petrarke writeth This story which with high stile he enditeth * For sith a woman was so patient Vnto a mortal man well more we ought Receive all in gree that God us sent For great skill he preueth that he wrought * But he ne tempteth no man that he bought As saith saint Iame if ye his pistell read He preueth folke but assay it is no dread * And suffereth vs as for our exercise With sharpe scourges of adversite Well oft to be beaten in sondry wise Not for to know our will for certes he Or we were borne knew all our freelte And for our best is all his governaunce Let us live then in vertuous suffraunce But one word herkeneth lordings or ye go It were full hard to find now adayes In all a countrey Grisilds three or two For if they were put to such assays The gold of hem hath so bad alayes With brasse for though it be faire at eie It will rather brast a two than plie For which here for the wiues loue of Bath Whose life and sect mighty God maintene In high maistry or else were it skath I will with Iustie hert fresh and greene Say you a song to glad you I wene And let us stint of earnest mattere Herkneth my song that saith in this manere Lenuoye de Chaucer à les mariz de nostre temps GRisilde is dead and eke hir patience And both at once buried in Itaile For which I cry in open audience No wedded wan be so hardy to assaile His wiues patience in trust to find Grisildes for in certaine he shall faile O noble wiues full of high prudence Let no humility your tongue naile Ne let no clerke have cause ne diligence To write of you a storie of such maruaile As of Grisild patient and kinde Lest Chechiface swallow you in her entraile Followeth Ecco that holdeth no silence But euer answereth at the contretaile Beth no addassed for your innocence But sharpely taketh on you the gouernaile Enprinteth well this lesson in your minde For common profit sith it may auaile Ne dredeth hem not doth hem no reverence For though thine husbond armed

is out of dout This false iudge I say goth now fast about To hasten his delight all that he may And so befell that soone after on a day This false iudge as telleth us the storie As he was wont sat in his consistorie And yaue his doomes vpon sundry caas This false client came forth a full great paas And said Lord if that it be your will As doth me right vpon this pitous bill In which I plaine vpon Virginius And if he woll say it is not thus I woll proue it and find good witnesse That sooth is that my bill woll expresse The iudge answerd of this in his absence I may not yeue definite sentence Let doe him call and I woll gladly here Thou shalt haue all right no wrong here Virginius came to wete the iudges will And right anon was rad this cursed bill The sentence of it was as ye shall heare To you my lord Appius so deare Sheweth your poore seruaunt Claudius How that a knight called Virginius Ayenst the law and ayenst all equite Holdeth expresse ayenst the will of me My seruant which that is my thral by right Which from mine hous was stolen on a night Whiles she was full yong I woll it preue By witnesse lord so that ye you not greue She is not his doughter what so he say Wherefore my lord iustice I you pray Yeeld me my thrall if it be your will Lo this was all the sentence of that bill Virginius gan upon the client behold But hastily ere he his tale told He would haue defended it as shuld a knight And by witnesse of many a trew wight That all was false that said his aduersarie This cursed iudge would no lenger tary He here a word more of Virginius But yaue his iudgment and said thus I deme anon this client his seruaunt haue Thou shalt no lenger her in thine house saue Go bring her forth put her in our ward This client shal haue his thrall thus I award And when this worthy knight Virginius Through the assent of the iudge Appius Must by force his deare doughter yeuen Vnto the iudge in letchery to liuen He goth him home and set him in his hall And let anon his deare doughter call And with a face dead as ashen cold Vpon her humble face he gan behold With fathers pity sticking through his hert All would he not from his purpose conuert Doughter qd he Virginia by thy name There ben two waies either death or shame That thou must suffer alas that I was borne For neuer thou deseruedest whereforne To dien with a sword or with a knife Oh dere doughter comfort of my life Which I haue fostred vp with such plesance That thou neuer were out of my remembrance O doughter which that art my last wo And in my life my last ioy also O iemmme of chastitie in patience Take thou thy death this is my sentence For loue not for hate thou must be dead My pitous hond mote smite of thine head Alas that euer Appius thee sey Thus hath he falsely iudged thee to dey And told her all the case as ye before Han heard it needeth not to tell it more O mercy dere father qd this maid And with that word both her armes laid About his necke as she was wont to do The teares brast out of her eyen two And said O good father shall I die Is there no grace Is there no remedie No certes deare doughter mine qd he Then yeue me leaue father mine qd she My death to complaine a little space For parde Iepte yaue his doughter grace For to complaine ere he her slough alas And God it wot nothing was her trespas But that she ran her father first to see To welcome him with great solemnitee And with that word she fell aswoune anone And after when her swouning was gone She riseth vp and to her father said Blessed be God that I shall die a maid Yeue me my death ere that I haue a shame Doth with your child your wil a gods name And with that word she praieth him full oft That with his swerd he should smite her soft And with that word aswoune doune she fell Her father with sorrowfull heart and fell Her head off smote and by the top it hent And to the iudge he it yaue in present As he sat in doome in consistorie When the iudge it saw as saith the storie He bad take him and hong him also fast But right anone all the people in thrast To saue the knight for routh and for pity For knowen was the iudges iniquity The people anon had suspect in this thing By manner of this clients challenging That it was by the assent of Appius They wist well that he was letcherous For which unto Appius they gone And kesten him in prison right anone Whereas he slew himselfe and Claudius That seruant was vnto this Appius Was demed to be honged vpon a tree But Virginius of his great pitee So prayed for him that he was exiled And els certes he had been beguiled The remnaunt were honged more lesse That consented were to his cursednesse * Here may men see how sin hath his merite Beware for no man wot how God wol smite In no degree ne in no manner wise The worme of conscience woll arise Of wicked life though it so priuie be That no man wote of it but God and he Whether he be leaud man or lered He not how soone he may been affered * Therefore I rede you this counsaile take To forsake sinne or sinne you forsake ¶ The words of the Host OUr host gan sweare as he were wood Harrow qd he by nailes and by blood This was a false theefe a cursed iustice As shamefull death as heart may deuise Come to the iustice and her aduocas Algate this silly maiden is slaine alas Alas too deare abought she her beautee Wherefore I say that all men may see * That yefts of Fortune or of nature Been cause of death of many a creature Her beauty was her death I dare well saine Alas so pitously as she was slaine But hereof woll I not proceed as now * Men haue full oft more harme than prow But truly truly mine owne maister dere This is a ernefull tale for to here But nathelesse passe ouer and no force I pray to God to saue thy gentle corce And thy vrinals and thy iordanes Thine ypocras and eke thy galianes And euery boxe full of letuarie God blesse hem and our lady saint Marie So mote I thee thou art a proper man And ylike a prelate by saint Runian Saue that I cannot speake well in terme But well I wot thou dost mine hert to yerne That I haue almost ycaught a cardiacle By corpus domini But I haue triacle Or els a draught of moist cornie ale Or but I heare anon another merry tale My heart is lost for pity of this maid Thou belamy thou Iohn pardoner he

the see Vnder a banke anone esped she Where lay the ship that Iason gan arrive Of her goodnesse adoune she sendeth blive To weten if that any straunge wight With tempest thider were iblow anight To done him succour as was her vsaunce To further en every wight done pleasaunc● Of very bountie and of courtesie This messenger adoune him gan to hie And found Iason and Hercules also That in a cogge to lond were igo Hem to refreshen and to take the aire The morning attempre was and faire And in her way this messenger hem mette Full cunningly these lordes two he grette And did his message asking hem anon If y● they were broken or ought wo begon Or had need of lodesmen or vitaile For succour they should nothing faile For it was vtterly the Queenes will Iason answerde meekely and still My lady qd he thanke I hartely Of her goodnesse vs needeth truly Nothing as now but that we weary be And come for to play out of the see Till that the wind be better in our way This lady rometh by the cliffe to play With her meine endlong the strond And findeth this Iason and this other stond In speaking of this thing as I you told This Hercules and Iason gan behold How that the queen it was faire her grete Anone right as they with this lady mete And she tooke heed and knew by her manere By her array by wordes and by chere That it were gentill men of great degree And to the castle with her leadeth she These strange folk doth hem great honour And asketh hem of travaile and of labour That they have suffred in the salt see So that within a day two or three She knew by the folke that in his ships be That it was Iason full of renomee And Hercules that had the great loos That soughten the aventures of Colcos And did hem honour more than before And with hem dealed ever longer the more For they ben worthy folke withouten lees And namely most she spake with Hercules To him her hart bare he should be Sadde wise and true of words avisee Withouten any other affection Of love or any other imagination This Hercules hath this Iason praised That to the Sunne he hath it vp raised That halfe so true a man there nas of love Vnder the cope of heaven that is above And he was wise hardie secret and riche Of these iii. points there nas none him liche Of freedome passed he and lustie head All tho that liven or ben dead Thereto so great a gentill man was he And of Thessalie likely king to be There nas no lacke but that he was agast To love and for to speake shamefast Him had lever himselfe to murder and die Than that men should a lover him espie As would God that I had iyeve My blood and flesh so that I might live With the bones y● he had aught where a wife For his estate for such a lustie life She shoulden lede with this lustie knight And all this was compassed on the night Betwixt him Iason and this Hercules Of these two here was a shreud lees To come to house vpon an innocent For to bedote this Queene was her entent And Iason is as coy as is a maid He looketh pitously but naught he sayd But freely yave he to her counsailers Yefts great and to her officers As would God that I leaser had and time By processe all his wrong for to rime But in this house if any false lover be Right as himselfe now doth right so did he With faining and with every subtill dede Ye get no more of me but ye woll rede Thoriginall that telleth all the caas The sooth is this that Iason wedded was Vnto this queene tooke of her substaunce What so him list vnto his purveyaunce And vpon her begate children two And drough his faile and saw her never mo A letter sent she him certaine Which were too long to writen and to saine And him reproveth of his great vntrouth And praieth him on her to have some routh And on his children two she sayd him this That they be like of all thing iwis To Iason save they couth nat beguile And prayd God or it were long while That she that had his hart ireft her fro Must ●nden him vntrue also And that she must both her children spill And all tho that suffreth him his will And true to Iason was she all her life And ever kept her chast as for his wife Ne never had she joy at her hart But died for his love of sorrowes smart To Colcos come is this duke Iason That is of love devourer and dragon As Matire appeteth forme alway And from forme to forme it passen may Or as a well that were bottomles Right so can Iason have no pees For to desiren through his appetite To done with gentlewomen his delite This is his lust and his felicite Iason is romed forth to the citie That whylome cleped was Iasonicos That was the master toune of all Colcos And hath itold the cause of his comming Vnto Otes of that countrey king Praying him that he must done his assay To get the Fleece of gold if that he may Of which the king assenteth to his boone And doth him honour as it is doone So ferforth that his doughter and his heire Medea which that was so wise and faire That fairer saw there never man with eie He made her done to Iason companie At meat and sitte by him in the hall Now was Iason a seemely man withall And like a Lord and had a great renoun And of his looke as royall as a Lioun And godly of his speech and famil lere And coud of love all the craft and art plenere Withouten booke with everiche observaunce And as fortune her ought a foule mischaunce She woxe enamoured vpon this man Iason qd she for ought I see or can As of this thing the which ye ben about Ye and your selfe ye put in much dout For who so woll this aventure atcheve He may nat wele asterten as I leve Withouten death but I his helpe be But nathelesse it is my will qd she To forthren you so that ye shall nat die But turnen sound home to your Thessalie My right lady qd this Iason tho That ye have of my death or my wo Any regard and done me this honour I wot well that my might ne my labour May nat deserve it my lives day God thanke you there I ne can ne may Your man am I and lowely you beseech To ben my helpe withouten more speech But certes for my death shall I not spare Tho gan this Medea to him declare The perill of this case fro point to point Of his batayle and in what desioint He mote stonde of which no creature Save only she ne might his life assure And shortly right to the point for to go They ben accorded fully betwixt hem two That Iason

Judges were risen at 11 of the clock from hearing of causes at Westminster Placitantes tunc se divertunt ad pervisum alibi consulentes cum servientibus ad legem aliis conciliariis suis percell f. partly pert l. manifest perre f. a monument erected for remembrance peraunter b. perchance peregall equal pepire philtrum i. Pharmacum amatorium a drink causing love pel d. house cell pease stay pensell d. banner penible f. painful physiologus g. any writer of natural Philosophy pine d. pity sorrow desire pain toyl also a pit pight b. cast pine to rack to pain pinent a pined creature pined pained piment pigmentum a drink of wine and hony pilloure f. a pillar columna pike b. peep pight b. propped struck settled pirate a drink made of pears pithonesse g. a witch plumtuous fruitful plumage f. feathers plat b. flat plagues l. parts plaine b. to play or sport plenere l. fully plat then edge ease then sorrow platly f. plainly plight f. turned catched pounced cut also pressed porpheri f. a marble mingled with red possed b. tossed potent f. a staff portray f. draw popere a bodkin possede l. succede poste i. power pomell f. round poliue f. a pulley posteme struma f. botch or wenn porthose a service book so called pointell f. a writing pin powre b. stare look powre d. poor estate powdred embroidered powder merchant Alephanginae species powders whereof ginger bread is made poked b. jogged pole artike g. a star called the North-pole poinant f. sharp popelot d. puppet or youngwench porraile base beggarly pomely grise f. dapple-gray polite l. ●loquent pose suppose preueth reproveth pregnant i. full thick prime l. nine of the clock pretious i. fine curious of account preuid f. hardy presse d. subjection prefect l. a magistrate prefer l. excell preue a proof presen tread on prill and poiten goore and strike prickesoure a rank rider pray request pry f. pray priket a small wax-candle prien b. look probatine pistant l. g. the sheeps pool processions l. perambulations about the fields in the gang week pronosticke g. foretelling predication l. preaching probleme g. an hard question or riddle prow f. profit power honour propheme g. a preface Pruce Prussi● a Country by Almaine and Russie pruce of Prussia Puella Rubeus The names of two figures in Geomancy representing two Constellations in heaven Puella signifieth Mars retrograde and R●●beus Mars direct pugnant l. pricking purveiance f. providence purfled garded fringed pullayle f. wild-fowl poultry purfill gard or fringe puruay f. provide purprise f. enclosure device pusell f. ●amfel pulchrit●de l. beauty putre ● whoredom Q. Quacke b. daunt quappe b. quail shake stir quaint gyres b. strange fits qualme b. calmness qualme b. grief quad d bad quarrels arrow-heads queem quemen b. please quent b. quenched strange querele i. quarrel complaint quell d. destroy dash quentise curiosity querror f. stone-digger quinible a treble quistron f. beggar R. Raa b. a Roe takestele b. the rake-handle tabiat i. mad rade vore tapestry loomework rackell d. hasty to be hasty racine f. root ranke b. hoarse rath b. quickly raught went reached rauished f. taken overcome carried raffles f. rifling rathest b. soonest rape d. hast ramagious f. wild rape l. quickly also haste ramage f. wild rauishing f. a swift sway raft b. rent ragounces a kind of pretious stone raskayle b. trash rauish f. to rob rauenish black rayled b. ran rayes songs rondels recreant f. out of hope untrusty redowbting praising setting forth renomie f. good name fame rest rose reight b. reached retrograde l. that goeth backward renouelences f. renewings reniant f. revolter redeth b. adviseth red b. the meaning reuesten f. to apparel remuable f. mutable ready reue f. spoil rob renegate a Christian turned Turk renkes b. ranks resagor ratsbane rekelnesse d. rashness reines fine cloth of the place where it is made redelesse b. helpless renouell f. renew rehete b. promise recketh b. careth refreide f. refrain renable mobilis b. ready quick rescous of our lay defence of our Law reare rarus divided regrate f. lamentation sorrowful sute rew b. take pity rebecke an old trot reme take away deny rethe l. a net rede b. to advise replication l. reply gainsaying renouelen f. newly return reue b. pull away reuell b. sport recke b. d. care reuerse f. contrary refrete f. full redouting setting forth reioice enjoy renged f. compassed recreance i. comfort regali i. princely power repaire issue consequent recure b. recover refraine a stop raigne i. kingdom remord f. give remorse rede d. help advise speech art also to advise refrroiden f. cool cease releyes and lymers f. standers at advantage with darts to kill the deer realte i. royalty recreandise f. infidelity wanhope ren b. pull get recreance f. beyond credit refuit i. help reigne l. kingdom remew f. remove redowre f. turning doubling reketh b. smoaketh retch b. care reuerberation l. a striking back ribaude leno i. a bawd ribyb f. an old bawd ribands d. borders ribaned garded rife d. rifel riddeled checkred ribibble rebeck f. a gittern or fiddle rining b. dropping rimpled rugatus d. wrinkled rise f. beauty riue b. rend riuen d. thrust riueling turning in and out reignous f. ruinous roket a linnen garment romer b. wider romed b. walked rone b. rained ronn cease roch f. a rock roile b. d. range romant a brief history * Rosamond This Rosamond the fair Daughter of Walter Lord Clifford was forced to be Concubine unto Henry the Second who builded for her at Woodstock an house with a Labyrinth under the ground much whereof at this day is to be seen as also a goodly Bath or Well called to this day Rosamonds Well In the end she was poysoned by Queen Elianor some write and being dead was buried at Godstow in an House of Nuns besides Oxford Not long since her Grave was digged where some of her bones were found and her teeth so white as the dwellers there report that the Beholders did much wonder at them rosary a book so called rosere f. a roseplat routhlesse b. pitiless row b. angerly roue b. did rend roune b. to tell in the ear to whisper rowme b. walking roine f. a skar rosial l. red rowned b. d. spoken softly rowes b. streiks roundell d. a kind of song roggeth joggeth ronges d. the sides of a ladder rouken d. lie snort rowning b. talking secretly silence roth ruth b. pity row d. rough rowketh b. lieth rought b. cared rote d. course row d. ugly bloodily rote an instrument of Musick usual in Wales rownsy rownceuall f. a great Jade * Rubrick In the Canon-Law the Arguments of every Chapter was written with red Letters which was called the Rubrick and the Text with black rubicunde l. red rubifying d. making red rucking d. lying snorting rud b. complexion ruell bone f. of the French word Riole that is diversly coloured an Antistaecon in many words derived from another Language as in Law from Loy and Roy