"Than mai, withouten letting, The ympe had roum, and wexeth fast. Of the maister-rote hit is Out i-sprong, and out i-sschet, And his bowes awai i-kett; Tharfore that olde tre les his pride, And asered bi that o side. And asked whi the olde tre verd so. 600 610 The burgeis seide, "Seththe the elde Hewe him to the grounde dounright; Thous was the olde tre doun i-thrawe, "Gode sire, gent and fre, Hit wil wel sone ben i-do, And thou take kep therto : And but thou do, thou ne hast no might. That als hit mote fare bi thè, "Certes, dame, thou seist for nowt; He schal, tomorewe erliche, To deth be don; and that is right." 620 630 640 Men vndede the gates of the palèis, Goht, he seigh, to the prisone, And fesched the child out of prisoùn, (The childes firste maister he was) And lighte, and passede the knightes alle, 650 660 And, "Sire," saide, " Deu vous doint bonjour!" Th' emperour saide, "God the defende Fram god dai and fram god ende !" Than seide maister Bancillas, "Whi artou wroht, and for what cas? Wil tou sle thin owen child? Ne were thou wone be god and mild." 670 "Hit n'is no wonder, saide th' emperour; Thou schalt ben an-honged, thou losenjour ! I bitok mi sone to lere, For to haue i-taught him god, Mi wif he wolde have forleyn : Hit n'is no wonder though I have trayn! 680 He schal therfore ben i-slawe, And afterward al to-drawe." Th' emperour saide," I fond hire to-rent : Saide Bancillas, " Hit n'is non hale To leue stepmoderes tale. Yif thou him slest, bi hire purchas, On the falle swich a cas, As fel upon a gentil knight, / And of his graihond that was to wight." "O maister, for Godes mounde, Hou bifel the knight of his grehonde ?" 690 700 "Therwhile, sire, that I' tolde this tale, Thi sone mighte tholie dethes bale; Thanne were mi tale forlore ! Ac, of-sende thi sone therfore, And yif him respit of his bale, And thou schalt here a foul fair tale." Th' emperour saide, "Respit I graunt ; With god semblant and glade cher, He louted his maister that com him bi, As he was lad to prisonn sti; "Maister, seide th' emperour, tel this cas." "Blethliche," saide sire Bancillas. 710 "SIRE, whilom was in this cité, In a dai of the trenetè, A swithe noble strong burdis, Of men that were of noble pris. |