human
Leve wel, lady, quod Conscience,
gpt
That thi Latyn be trewe; Ac thow art lik a lady That radde a lesson ones, Was _omnia probate_, And that plesed hire herte; 2050 For that lyne was no lenger At the leves ende. Hadde she loked that oother half, And the leef torned, She sholde have founden fele wordes Folwynge therafter, _Quod bonum est tenete_; Truthe that text made. And so ferde ye, madame, Ye kouthe na-moore fynde, 2060 {64} Tho ye loked on Sapience Sittynge in youre studie. This text that ye han told Were good for lordes; Ac yow fayled a konnynge clerk That kouthe the leef han torned. And if ye seche Sapience eft, Fynde shul ye that folweth, A ful teneful text To hem that taketh mede; 2070 And that is _animam autem aufert accipientium, etc._, = And that is the tail of the text; Of that that she shewed, That theigh we wynne worshipe, And with mede have victorie, The soule that the sonde taketh By so muche is bounde.
human
Cesseth, seith the kyng, 2079
gpt
I suffre yow no lenger; Ye shul saughtne for sothe, And serve me bothe. Kis hire, quod the kyng,
human
Conscience, I hote.
gpt
Nay, by Crist! quod Conscience,
human
Congeye me er for evere, But Reson rede me therto, Rather wol I deye.
gpt
And I comaunde thee, quod the kyng, To Conscience thanne, 2090
human
Rape thee to ryde, And Reson thow fecche; Comaunde hym that he come My counseil to here, For he shal rule my reaume And rede me the beste, And acounte with thee, Conscience, So me Crist helpe! How thow lernest the peple, The lered and the lewed.
gpt
I am fayn of that foreward,
human
I shal arraye me to ryde, quod Reson,
gpt
Reste thee a while. And called Caton his knave, Curteis of speche, 2110 And also Tomme Trewe-tonge,--
human
Tel me no tales, Ne lesynge to laughen of, For I loved hem nevere; And set my sadel upon Suffre, Til I se my tyme, And lat warroke hym wel With witty-wordes gerthes, And hange on hym the hevy brydel To holde his heed lowe, 2120 For he wol make 'wehee!' Twies er he be there.