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The time set of kinde is come,
Qualiter regina Con
ftancia infantem malThis lady hath her chambre nome
culum, quem in bap
tismo Mauricium voAnd of a sone bore fulle,
cant, rege abfente
enixa eft, fed invida Wherof that she was joiefull,
mater regis Domilda She was delivered sauf and sone.
super ifto facto conThe bisshop, as it was to done,
regi certificavit, quod
uxor sua demoniaci et Yaf him baptisme and Moris calleth. non humani generis
quoddam monstruoAnd therupon as it befalleth
fum fantasma loco
geniture adortum With letters writen of recorde
que detractoribus adThey send unto her lege lorde
versus Constanciam That kepers weren of the quene.
in tanto procuravit,
quod ipsa in navem, And he, that shulde go betwene,
qua prius venerat, ite
rum ad exilium una The mesfanger to Knaresburgh,
cum suo partu re
misla defolabatur. Which town he shulde passe thurgh, Ridende cam the first daie The kinges moder there lay, Whose right name was Domilde, Whiche after all the cause spilde. For he, which thonk deserve wolde, Unto this lady goth and tolde Of his message al how it ferde. And the with feigned joie it herde And yaf him yeftes largely, But in the night al prively She toke the letters, whiche he had, Fro point to point and overrad As she, that was through out untrewe, And let do writen other newe In stede of hem, and thus they speke.
Prima littera in Our lege lord, we the beseke,
Constancie ab epif- That thou with us ne be nought wroth,
Upon our trouthe certifie.
This letter, as thou hast herd devise,
He maketh the messanger no chere,
This messanger was yefteles,
Which faith : I do you for to wite,
Secunda littera per regem episcopo remiffa a Domilda iterum falsata.
To put her out of compaignie,
And thus this letter counterfete
pon the see they have her brought, ut le the cause wiste nought, ind thus upon the flood they wone - "his lady with her yonge fone. ind than her hondes to the heven he straught and with a milde steven (nelend upon her bare kne he saide: O high mageste, Vhich seest the point of every trouth, Take of thy wofull woman routh Ind of this child, that I shal kepe. Ind with that word she gan to wepe wounend as dede, and there she lay. _But he, whiche alle thinges may, Conforteth her, and ate laste he loketh and her eyen caste Jpon her childe and fayde this: :)f me no maner charge it is
Nhat sorwe I suffre, but of the
or if I sterve thou shalt deie, lo mote I nedes by that weie
or moderhed and for tenderesse With all min hole befinesse Ordeigne me for thilke office Is The, which shall be thy norice. Chus was she strengthed for to stonde. Ind tho she toke her childe in honde And yaf it souke and ever amonge ihe wepte and otherwhile songe