The senatorë’s wife her auntë was, But for all that she knew her ne’er the more: I will no longer tarry in this case, But to King Alla, whom I spake of yore, That for his wifë wept and sighed sore, I will return, and leave I will Constance Under the senatorë’s governance.
King Alla, which that had his mother slain, Upon a day fell in such repentánce; That, if I shortly tell it shall and plain, To Rome he came to receive his penitánce, And put him in the Popë’s ordinance In high and low, and Jesus Christ besought Forgive his wicked works that he had wrought.
The fame anon throughout the town is borne, How Alla king shall come on pilgrimage, By harbingers that wentë him beforn, For which the senator, as was uságe, Rode him again, and many of his lineáge, As well to show his high magnificence, As to do any king a reverence.
Great cheerë did this noble senator To King Allá and he to him also; Each of them did the other great honór; And so befell, that in a day or two This senator did to