[Seven wise masters of Rome] Seven sages of Rome. English. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A11029 of text S114568 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 21297). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 5 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 3 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A11029 STC 21297 ESTC S114568 99849793 99849793 14961 2248547025

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. A11029) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 14961) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1558:10) [Seven wise masters of Rome] Seven sages of Rome. English. [2+] leaves Richard Pynson, [London? : 1493] Title and imprint from STC. Adapted in verse by John Rolland in: The seuen seages translatit out of prois in Scottis meter (STC 21254). Imperfect; consists of 2 leaves only. Reproduction of the original in the Trinity College (University of Cambridge). Library. eng eebo [Seven sages of Rome] [no entry] 1493 6 913 0 0 0 0 0 4 13143.48 F The rate of 13143.48 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2009-04 Assigned for keying and markup 2009-05 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-12 Sampled and proofread 2009-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2010-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

the mete was redy : and the tyme of the day was come to go to dyner / the fader cam with a basyn and an ewyr . and the moder with a towel saynge syr . Syr alle thynge is redy / please it you to wasshe : and whan the kynge sawe that : he smyled and said to him self Nowe is the song of the nyghtyngale true . for my fader and my moder shulde gladely fulfille as I sayde : if I my selfe wold ther / to consente and suffre theym . But he wolde nat suffre theym to doo him that seruyce : saynge / youre age is to be honoured : and therfore I wol nat of it . and called vnto hym one of his seruauntes the whych serued him therof . Than sayde the knyght / ye wol nat suffre vs to do it to oure honoure : for we are nat worthy therto . The kynge sayd . Haue nat I saide that for the honoure of youre a / ge I forbere it : whan the kynge was set at the table . he set his moder on the right hand of him / and his fader on his lefte syde . and they asmoche as they myght behelde his vp sage and countenaunce . The dyner ended

the kynge entred in to a chambre / and made the knyght with his lady to coome in to him : and commaunded al other to a voide and go oute / and whan they were thus a / lone : the kynge saide vnto theym . haue ye no children . They answeryd we haue neyther sonne ne doughter . And the kynge said had ye neuer none . The knyght answered we haue had one sonne : but he is long a go dede . The kynge asked of what dethe dyed he . The knyght sayd : a natural deth . Tho sayde the kinge . if I may otherwise knowe that he dyed . than are ye founde wyth a defaute . Tho asked the knight . My lorde wherfore inquere ye thus after oure sonne ? The kynge answered . that do I nat withe oute cause / and therfore I wolle knowe of what dethe he dyed : and if ye wolle nat tell me I shal cause you to dye a shameful deth whan they herde that they fil to ground vp on ther knees afore him and askid him mercy and foryeuenes of theyr lyues . The kynge wold nat suffre them to knele / but shortly tooke theym and sayde . To that intente cam I nat to youre house to ete your brede and to betraye you / but say me the trouthe & ye shal be saued . for it is yeuen me to vnderstande that ye haue put him to deth . & if that come in iugement ye muste dye a shameful dethe . Than saide the knyght . forde pardone me of my lyfe & I shalle shewe you the verraye trouthe . The kynge sayde : fere nat / for I shal do you no harme . Tho sayde he . Soueraygne lorde we hadde a sonne only that was wyse and lettryd and ryghte well vnderstande . And vpon a tyme as he stode afore vs & serued at the table . There cam a nyghtingale that right swetly sange whoos songe he began to interprete & telle vs what it ment / and sayde . This bird syngeth / that I shal be come so grete and mighty a lorde that it shal be to youre honoure & aduaunsement in suche wyse : the ye my fader shal be glad to holde the basyn withe water to wasshe in myn handes . and my moder ye towel if I wolle suffre it . And whan I herd that : I was fore meuyd and toke and caste him into the see for to drowne . Tho sayde the kynge : what euyl might haue come to you / if he had been made so greate & myghty / me thynketh it shulde haue ben your honoure and proufyt . The knyght saide lord it was no reson but a woodnesse . The kynge answered : that was a grete folisshnes of you that ye wolde doo ayenste the ordenaunce and wyl of god . But now ye shal knowe for trouth that I am youre son that ye cast into the see / and god of hys greate mercy & goodnesse hathe sauyd me : and by his grace hath brought me to this state and dignyte . And the fader and moder herynge that withe fere and ioye replenysshed fyll flat to the grounde : whom he frendly and louyng / ly toke vp / saynge feare nat : butt rather be glad and ioyous / for ye shal no thyng suffre / but my evaltacion shal be youre glorye and ioye and proufyte for euyr / and kyste bothe his fader and moder wythe greate ioy and gladnesse . Tho began the moder to wepe . Than saide the king wepe nat / but be of goode conforte and chere . for in my realme shal ye be taken and honoured abooue me durynge my lyfe : in al thynges . and tooke