OCTOUIAN IMPERATOR. JESU, that was with spere y-stoyuge, With wytte honest, That wylled a whyle ster her tounge, But fele men be of swyche manère, To lerny wyt; But, as a swyn, with lowryng chere 10 And fele of hem casted a cry Of thyng that fallyd to rybasdy, That noon of hem that sytte hym by God schylde all this company Fram swych a gest, And yeue vs grace goodnesse to lere Of oon the best ye mowne a-here Emperour he was yerys fyve, Ayen hys foon, with fyght and stryfe ; Hys barouns seyde, that swyche lyf Was not fayr. 20 30 They seyde: "Syr, the Kyng of Fraunce And preyde the kyng with mylde chere, Yf that hyt hys wyll were, To yeue hym hys dowghter dere To emperesse : The kyng hym grauntede hys prayere, And gan hym kesse. No man may telle yn tale The peple that was at that bredale : Of kyngys, dukes, and prynces fale, Erlles and baroun, In Parys was y-feld ech a sale Into all the toun. i 40 50 60 |