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chambre wyth his wyf allone / beganne to en∣fourme and Induce hyr to drede god and serue hym / and were all that nyght to gyder in ryght good doctryne and fynably he gafe to hys wyf hys rynge /

wyf he was wode / and supposed that he had been Illuded by arte magyke / & commaun∣ded his seruauntes to holde faste Cle∣mente / he hath made me blynde by arte magyke / for to come to my

vyctorye and weel he suffred grete enuye of the romayns / For he was falsely accused vnto themperour and the wyf of the emperoure named Sophye dyd to hym soo grete despyte that she sente hym worde that she shold

wille of alle the Cyteseyns of Rome / as of other gyftes of fortune / And he had by his wyf named Claudea a doughter of surmountyng beaute called and named Lucresse / whiche was thonly hope of his comforte

of their desire befelle vn∣to them vnto the tyme that the kīg begā to fall wexe old biaage. then̄e his wyf rceyued of his seed & mlte∣plied the generaciō humaī of a right fayr sone. At the burthe of this

had enterprysed thē whan they we∣re come to the palays all they bewa∣ylid zechius. & durg this sorow / the wyf of zechius named Mena cam thether for to here tydynges of her husbonde. & hit was sayd to her

Sith in erth lakes liueth no wightQue nocitura tenes quāuis sint cara relinqueVtilitas opibus preponi tempore debetYf thou suppose thing that shal noye & greueThaugh they be dere & right gret of priceSuche as suffreth not thy prouffit achieueYf

seruant thaugh nōn offenceThou fynde in hym lerne wele this sentenceThe wyf wol hate and cause to smertOften hym that hire honsband loueth Cum{que} mones aliquē nec se velit ipse moneriSi tibi sit carus noli desistere ceptisAnd yf thou warne

not a wyf for hire enheritanceFor she wol cast it often in thy berdAnd yf she be noyant and ful of greuanceConstreiue hyre neuer to abyde in thy yerdOf chastisement It is a cursed swerdTo kepe suche oon that wol

halde ay sore that they may kecheTherfore who y• lyuith iustly ful wel doth heFor his soule is ay ful of feliciteCum cōiunx tibi sit nec res et fama laboratVitandum ducas inimicum nomen amiciYf thou haue a wyf in assurance

knewe in the same place xxviii¶ Of a certen bisshoppe there also xxix¶ Of a certen woman a pore mānys wyf xxx¶ Of relygyous men what peynys they sofryd for dyuers certen fawtys xxxi¶ Of a certen knight that brake

¶Here foloweth the coūceyll of Chaucer touchyng Maryag &c. whiche was sen¦te te Bucketon &c.My mayster bucketon / whā of cryst our kyngwas asked / what is trouth or sothfastnesseHe not one word answerd to that askyngAs who seyth

to ete / he forgate to put his hond vnto the mete to fede hym self / and therfore his wyf that was na¦med Mellyse whom he had taken more to haue her compa∣nye and felawshyp than for ony other

Whan he was borne in to this mortal lyfVpon the erthe to shede his brightnesseWithouten helpe of ony mydwyfOr of his moder trauayle or sekenesseFor she that first conceyuyd in clennesseIt sat right wel that she shold alsoWithouten trauayle

saith powle goddis benygnyteThis day apperid in our humanyteHow god wold not be borne but of a mayde moder and wyf capitulo xlvaNd ouer this as he eke telle canGod was this day in symylitudeIn erthe honoured in liknesse of

The tyme of tymes / the tyme of lyf & The tyme of Ioye & no thyng to morneSithen he is borne with so fayr a faceThe golden world makyng to retorneThe world of pees the kyngdom of satorneOf

Wyth hys fals vntrewe forsweryngAnd wyth hys chere and hys lesyngMade the hors / brought in to TroyeBy whyche Troians loste theyr IoyeAnd after thys was graued alasHow ylion assayled wasAnd wonne / and kyng Priamus slaynAnd plyto hys

worde / that to hym she eydAnd for to kpe her sone she preydThere sawe I grauen eke / how heHys fader eke and hys meyneWyth hys shyppis gan to saylleTolbard the contre of I wylleAs streyght as that

the damyselleOf your housOr of your heberowYour wyf your childrenYour husbondeYour sones and your doughtres.Alle your meyneAlso recommaunde meTo my lorde.To my yong lordes.To my lady.To my yong lady.To your fadre and to your modreTo your bel fadre & to

Til thou be cleped be clene withoute offenceSalue gladly to hym that is more digneThan art thy self yu shalt thy place resigneMagistrum metue. Rem tuam custodiDrede thy maistre thy thing loke yu kepeTake hede to thin honshold ay

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