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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

produxit, huiusmodi

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,


trarium falsata.

Constancie ab epif- That thou with us ne be nought wroth,
copo regi miffa per,
Domildam in con- Though we such thing, as is the loth,

Upon our trouthe certifie.
Thy wife, whiche is of fairie,
Of suche a child delivered is
Fro kinde, which stant all amis.
But for it Thulde nought be faie
We have it kept out of the waie
For drede of pure worldes shame,
A pouer childe, and in the name
Of thilke, whiche is so misbore,
We toke and therto we be swore,
That none but only you and we
Shall knowen of this privete.
Moricè it hat, and thus men wene,
That it was bore of the quene
And of thine owne bodie gete.
But this thing may nought be foryete,
That thou ne sende us worde anone,
What is thy wille therupon.

This letter, as thou hast herd devise,
Was counterfet in suche a wise,
That no man shulde it apperceive.
And she, which thought to deceive,
It laith, where she that other toke.
This messanger, whan he awoke,
And wist nothinge how it was,
Arose and rode the great pas
And toke his letter to the kinge.
And whan he sigh this wonder thinge,

He maketh the messanger no chere,
But netheles in wise manere,
He wrote ayein and yaf him charge,
That they ne fuffre nought at large
His wife to go but kepe her still,
Till they have herd more of his will.

This messanger was yefteles,
But with his letter netheles
Or be him lefe or be him loth
In alle haste ayeine he goth
By Knaresburgh, and as he went,
Unto the moder his entent
Of that he fond toward the kinge
He tolde, and she upon this thinge
Saith, that he shulde abide all night
And made him feste and chere aright,
Feignend as though she couthe him thonke.
But he with strong wine which he dronke
Forth with the travaile of the day
Was drunke allepe, and while he lay,
She hath his letters oversay
And formed in an other way,
There was a newe letter write,

Which faith : I do you for to wite,
That through the counseil of you two
I stonde in point to ben undo
As he, whiche is a king deposed,
For every man it hath supposed,
How that my wife Constance is fay.
And if that I, they fain, delay

Secunda littera per regem episcopo remiffa a Domilda iterum falsata.

To put her out of compaignie,
The worship of my regalie
Is lore, and over this they telle,
Her child shal nought among hem dwelle
To claimen any heritage.
So can I se none avauntage,
But all is lost, if the abide.
Forthy to loke on every side
Toward the mischefe as it is
I charge you and bidde this,
That ye the same ship vittaile,
In which that she toke arrivaile,
Therin and putteth bothe two
Her self forth with her childe also,
And so forth brought into the depe
Betaketh her the see to kepe.
Of foure daies time I set,
That ye this thing no lenger let,
So that your life be nought forfete.

And thus this letter counterfete
The messanger, which was unware,
Upon the kinges halve bare
And where he shulde it hath betake.
But whan that they have hede take
And rad, that writen is withinne,
So great a forwe they beginne,
As they her owne moder sighen
Brent in a fire before her eyen.
There was wepinge and there was wo,
But finally the thinge is do.


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
Me thenketh it is great pite,

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

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