This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895 edition. Excerpt: ...meit with him to dwell, Of wisdome for to gif him counsel; And for to male, be his Estaits thrie, Into this realme concordant unitie. oo And quhen that al this deid was dewlie done, The King sweir, be his sceptour and his croun, That he sould never gif mercie to nane. That slauchter in his realme committit than, Aganis his will, bot throw his negligence, 806 Or ellis that it be fund in his defence. And sik ane rewll made he into his land, That luck and grace in it was ay growand. And than this nobill King all lichtnes left; All bot ane thing that was not fra him reft. sto The quhilk for ill toungs long had bene: Ane still strangenes betwixt him and his Queena. He beddit nocht right oft, nor lay hir by, Bot throw lichtnes did lig in lamenry. AS happenit throw cace, into the toun, sw Into ane burges innis he maid him boun; Ane lytill wie before the feist of Yule, In cumpanie bot fyvesum and his fule. This burges had ane dochter to him deir, Ane bonie wench she was withoutin weir: sso The King on hir he casts his lustie eine, And with hir faine wald in ane bed haif bene. Hee wist full weill that nane had hee That was sa subtill as Fictus was, and slee He callit him, and privilie can say, 82s Sic fantesie hes put me in effray, I am sa ful of lust and fantesy With this madyn, on benk that sits me by, For gold, for gude; for wage or yit for wed; This nicht I wald have hir to my bed. sro Than, quod the mill, I understand yow weill; I tak on hand to do it everie deill. Sit still now, Sir, wil ye let me allane; Be mee this eirand sall be undertane. Sone efter, quhan thay war at sport and play, 835 The fule came to this bonie prettie may; And said: Madyn, wist ye of the degrie How pleasant it is to God virginitie? Tak exampill S. Margaret and...