And ye han him bitreid : His speche is loren, ich am desmaid. Mi wif he wolde haue forht i-take! To deth (he seide) he schal ben don with wrake." Than seide the maister," Hit is non hale To leve stepmoderes tale, For here bolt is sone i-schote, More to harm than to note, Yif thou him [slai] bi hire purchas, On the falle swich a cas, Als fil on Ypocras the gode clerk, "Maister, he seide, tel me that cas "Thi sone to-dai mak thou quit, "I schal him respite," saide th' emperour, The child was brout into the toun, With a fair processioun, 990 1000 1010 And into prisoun pilt he was. Nou ginneth the tale of Ypocras. TALE IV. THE TALE OF YPOCRAS AND HIS NEVEU. "SIRE, Ypocras was maister here; Of leche-craft was non his pere. He hadde with him his nevèu ; He segh the child so queinte of lore, The child aparceiued wel this, And brast negh forth onde and vie. So bifel vpon a time ying, 1020 Of Hongrie the riche king, Hadde swich a sone gent; To Ypocras anon he sent, That he scholde come his sone to hale, And habbe gold ful a male. 8 1030 Ypocras wende ne might, But cleped his neveu, anon right, He scholde ayèn comen him to. He taketh an vrinal for to sen; 1040 He ne segh nowt of the kyng, but of the quen : And of the child, God hit wite, He segh hit was a mis-beyete. Who sschulde him biyete but the king?" "Let, sche saide, swich wordes ben, 1051 1060 "Dame, he saide, bi swiche tale, Thi sone schal neuere more ben hale; Hou the child biyeten was." "Belami, sche saide, so." "Par fai, dame, he saide, no!” And schok his heved vpon the quen. “Dame, he saide, thai yhe wille me slen, 1070 I ne mai do thi sone no bot, But yif I wite the sothe rot, Of what man hit was biyete." "Maister, sche saide, that mai no man wite. Yif mi conseil were vnhele, Ich were i-slawe bi righte skele." “ Dame, he seide, so mot ich thê, I n'elle nevere biwraie thè." "O meister, sche seide, so hit bifel; This enderdai, in on Aueril, The Erl of Naverne com to this thede, Wel atired, in riche wede, With mi louerd for to plai; 1080 And thous hit was on me biyete. A! leue maister, let no man wite!" 1090 "Nai, dame, for sothe, I wis; "He wente hom with that eighte; And Ypocras, anon right, He asked yif that the schild was sound? Quath Ypocras, " Bi the gode dome, "So bifel, upon a dai, He and his neveu yede to plai, Therin wex mani an herbe fin. That was an herbe of gret mounde; 1100 1110 |