Disputend, in hire Latyn, With that child Florentyn. The messagers on knes hem sette, And the seven wise thai grette, And the child be himselue: His sone that thai brinngge him sket, 330 Thai seghe the constillacioun. The wisest in that so was Katoun ; 340 He gan to loke in the mone, And seide that him thought sone: "Lordinges, he saide, for Godes sond, To mi telling understond! The emperour to ous had sent, To brenge him his sone gent. That he schal in court speke! This I se wel in the mone." The other said, withouten oth, Schild Florentin was lered in boke, Of that sterre the toknyng. Thanne saide the maistres to Florentin, "What sextou, leue child, tharin ?” 350 360 The childes tale was god and wise. 370 Than seide master Bancillas, "Here is now a ferli cas! Counseil we al herupon; Hou that we mai best don." Than seide the schild," Saunz fail, Ich you right wil counseil. This seven daies I n'el nowt speke; ye beth maistres gode and wise, In al this werld of mest prise; Litel ye conne, par ma fai, But echon of yo mai saue me a dai! That schal hewe the wai atwo That had wrout me this wo." 380 "So God me helpe, and Seint Nicholas, I schal the waranti o dai!" "And I," quath Catoun, " par ma fai, Schal the warrant another also." Alle the maistres speken tho, With this word, thai ben alle 390 400 And whan hit com to time of night, To riche bed thai were i-dight; And thought al night, her and ter, That he n'ere nowt i-holden nice. The night passeth, the dai comen is; Thai dede hem out of that gardin, 410 That is i-cleped "the bois of Seint Martin," 420 And here way toke to Rome. The maistres here wai ayèn nome. Tiding had th' emperour, His sone com with gret hondur. Anon he let a stede dight, And rod him ayèn with mani a knight. Whan he him seghth than was he blithe, And kest him wel mani a sithe. Knight, and erl, and mani baroun, And ladde him, with gret noblais, 430 The emperice him wil honour, And dede here mené make retour. She schette the dore, and set him on benche. And [in] hire wrenche, and in hire falshede. 440 Was with hem non other man. Be his side sche set hire fast, Thi louerd, the emperour, is old; I swere, bi sonne and bi mone, With me ne hadde he neuer to done; 450 Ich am i-wedded to thi lord. Kes me, leman, and loue me, And I thi soget wil i-be. So God me helpe, for he hit wot, To the ich have i-kept mi maidenhod!" 460 |