The Blackesmythes Playe
Pagina undecima de purifications beate Virginis; et dicat Semeon.
Semion.
Myghtye God, have mynde of me,
That moste arte in magistie,
For manye winter have I be
Preiste in Jerusalem;
Moche teene and incommoditie
Foloweth age, full well I see,
And nowe that fitte maie I not fleye,
Thinke me never so swene.
When I am dead and layde in claye,
Wende I muste the same waie
That Abraham wente, the south to saie,
And in his bosome be,
But heaven blesse after my daie,
Tell Godes sonne come, the south to saye,
To ransome his folke in better araye,
To blesse come never we.
That Christe shall come, well I wotte:
But daie nor tyme maye no man wotte,
Therfore my bokes loke I mote,
My harte to glade and lighte;
What Esaii sayth I will see,
For well I wote howe it shalbe,
And I were deade, well were me
Of hym to have a sighte.
Tunc respiciens libi'um, legat prophetiam, Concipict el pariet
filium, ex te virgo.
A! Lorde, moche is thy power!
A wounder fynde I wrytten here,
It sayth a meden faier and cleare
Shall conseave and beare
A sonne called Emanuell,
But of this leeve I never a deale,
It is wronge wrytten, as I have heale,
Or elles wounder were.
He that wrote this was a fone,
To wryte a virgine here upon,
That shoulde conseave without helpe of man,
This wryttinge marvailes me;
# I will skrape this awaie anon,
Their as a virgine is wrytten on,
I will wryte, a good woman,
For so it shoulde be.
Anna vidua
Semion, father, south I see,
That Ohriste shall come our boote to be,
From the father in magistie,
On mankinde for to myne;
And when he cometh, leve thou me,
He will have mercye and pittie,
On his folke to make them free,
And save them of their synne.
Semion.
The tyme of his cominge knowe I naughte;
Yet manye bokes have I soughte,
But wounderlye he that this wryttinge wroughte,
And marvaile thinketh me:
My boke to loke yf I fynde oughte,
What manner mankinde shalbe boughte,
And what tyme it shalbe.
Lorde, howe maie this be to daie,
That I wrote laste I fynde awaie,
And of redde letters in stowte araye
A virgine wrytten theron!
Nay, hereafter I will assaie
Wheither this mirackle be vereye,
And scrape this worde written so gaye,
And wrytte, a good woman.
Dame Anne, thou maie see well heare,
This is amended in good manere,
For a wounder thinge it were
To fall by anye waie;
Therfore, as it was amisse,
I have written that souther is,
That a good woman shall, i-wisse,
Conseave, and not a maye.
Semion, father, south I see,
That Ohriste shall come our boote to be,
From the father in magistie,
On mankinde for to myne;
And when he cometh, leve thou me,
He will have mercye and pittie,
On his folke to make them free,
And save them of their synne.
Semion.
The tyme of his cominge knowe I naughte;
Yet manye bokes have I soughte,
But wounderlye he that this wryttinge wroughte,
And marvaile thinketh me:
My boke to loke yf I fynde oughte,
What manner mankinde shalbe boughte,
And what tyme it shalbe.
Tunc accipiet librum, et admirando dicat:
Lorde, howe maie this be to daie,
That I wrote laste I fynde awaie,
And of redde letters in stowte araye
A virgine wrytten theron!
Nay, hereafter I will assaie
Wheither this mirackle be vereye,
And scrape this worde written so gaye,
And wrytte, a good woman.
Tunc iterum fabricat ut antea, et dicat:
Dame Anne, thou maie see well heare,
This is amended in good manere,
For a wounder thinge it were
To fall by anye waie;
Therfore, as it was amisse,
I have written that souther is,
That a good woman shall, i-wisse,
Conseave, and not a maye.
Tunc ponit librum super altare, etfaciet angelus ut antea; dicat
Anna
Sir, marvile you nothinge theiron,
For God will take kinde in man,
Through his godheade ordayne he can
A mayde a childe to beare;
For to that highe comlye kinge
Impossible is no thinge,
Therfore I leeve it no leasinge,
But south all that is here.
Semion accipit librum.
By my faye, yet will I see,
Wheither my letters chaunged be. —
A! hie God in Trenitie,
Honoured be thou ever;
For goulden letters, by my lewtie,
Are wrytten through Godes postie,
Since I layde my boke from me,
And my wryttinge awaie,
Ther as, a good woman, written was,
Righte here nowe before my face,
Yet storred I not out of this place,
And my letters chaunged ys.
This must nedes be by Godes grace,
For an angell this wrytten hase,
Nowe leeve I a mayden, in this case,
Shall beare a baron of blisse.
Nowe seith, Lorde, that it so is,
Thou wilte be borne with blisse,
Of a mayden that never did amisse,
On me, Lorde, thou have mynde;
Let me never death taste, Lorde full of grace,
Tell I have seene that childes face,
That prophescied is here in this plase
To ever all mankinde.
Sir, marvile you nothinge theiron,
For God will take kinde in man,
Through his godheade ordayne he can
A mayde a childe to beare;
For to that highe comlye kinge
Impossible is no thinge,
Therfore I leeve it no leasinge,
But south all that is here.
Semion accipit librum.
By my faye, yet will I see,
Wheither my letters chaunged be. —
A! hie God in Trenitie,
Honoured be thou ever;
For goulden letters, by my lewtie,
Are wrytten through Godes postie,
Since I layde my boke from me,
And my wryttinge awaie,
Ther as, a good woman, written was,
Righte here nowe before my face,
Yet storred I not out of this place,
And my letters chaunged ys.
This must nedes be by Godes grace,
For an angell this wrytten hase,
Nowe leeve I a mayden, in this case,
Shall beare a baron of blisse.
Nowe seith, Lorde, that it so is,
Thou wilte be borne with blisse,
Of a mayden that never did amisse,
On me, Lorde, thou have mynde;
Let me never death taste, Lorde full of grace,
Tell I have seene that childes face,
That prophescied is here in this plase
To ever all mankinde.
Angellus
Semeon, I tell thee sickerlye,
That Godes owne ghoste am I,
Comen to warne thee witterlye,
Death shalte thou never see,
Tell thou have seene Ohriste vereye,
That borne is of mayden Marye,
And comen mankinde to for-bye,
From God in magistie.
Semion.
A! Lorde, I thanke thee of thy grace,
That thy ghoste sente to me haste!
Nowe hope I sickerlie in this place
Thy sonne for to see,
That of a virgine muste be borne,
To save mankinde that was for-lorne,
As Esaues boke toulde me beforne.
Lorde, blessed muste thou be!
Semeon, I tell thee sickerlye,
That Godes owne ghoste am I,
Comen to warne thee witterlye,
Death shalte thou never see,
Tell thou have seene Ohriste vereye,
That borne is of mayden Marye,
And comen mankinde to for-bye,
From God in magistie.
Semion.
A! Lorde, I thanke thee of thy grace,
That thy ghoste sente to me haste!
Nowe hope I sickerlie in this place
Thy sonne for to see,
That of a virgine muste be borne,
To save mankinde that was for-lorne,
As Esaues boke toulde me beforne.
Lorde, blessed muste thou be!
Maria
Josephe, my trewe owine fere,
Nowe rede I, if your will were,
Seith fourtie daies are gone intier,
The temple that we goe to;
And Moyses lawe for to fulfill,
My sonne to offer Semion till:
I wote well that it is Godes will
That we mone so doe.
Josephe, my trewe owine fere,
Nowe rede I, if your will were,
Seith fourtie daies are gone intier,
The temple that we goe to;
And Moyses lawe for to fulfill,
My sonne to offer Semion till:
I wote well that it is Godes will
That we mone so doe.
Josephe
Yea, Marye, though it be no nede,
Seith thou arte cleane in thoughte and deed,
Yet it is good to do as God bade,
And worcke after his lawe;
And to the temple that we gone,
And take we with us dove byrdes towe,
Or a turckell to offer also,
And so fulfill Godes lawe.
Yea, Marye, though it be no nede,
Seith thou arte cleane in thoughte and deed,
Yet it is good to do as God bade,
And worcke after his lawe;
And to the temple that we gone,
And take we with us dove byrdes towe,
Or a turckell to offer also,
And so fulfill Godes lawe.
Maria
Rightewise Semeon, God thee see!
Here am I comen nowe to thee,
Purified for to be,
With milde harte and meke;
Receive my sonne nowe at me,
And to my offeringe birdes three,
As falles, sire, for your degree,
And for your office eke.
Rightewise Semeon, God thee see!
Here am I comen nowe to thee,
Purified for to be,
With milde harte and meke;
Receive my sonne nowe at me,
And to my offeringe birdes three,
As falles, sire, for your degree,
And for your office eke.
Josephe
A signe I offer here also,
Of virgine wax, as other moe,
In tockeninge shee has lived thoe
In full devocion;
And, sir Semion, leve well this,
As cleane as this waxe nowe is,
As cleane is my wife, i-wisse,
As of all corruptcion.
Semeon.
Welckome, my Christe, my Savyour,
Welkome, mankindes conqueroure,
Welkome of all frute the flower,
Welkome with all my harte!
To thee worshipe, joye, and honoure!
For nowe I see my Savyour
Is comen to see my langoure,
And bringe me into blesse.
Though I beare thee nowe, sweete wighte,
Thou ruleste me, as it is righte;
For, through thee I have mayne and mighte
More then through waie of kinde;
Therfore a songe as I have tighte,
And laudes to thee with harte righte,
I will shewe here in thy sighte,
On me, Lorde, thou have mynde.
Nowe let thy servante be
After thy worde in peace and lee,
For with my eyes nowe I see
Thou arte mankindes heale;
For thou haste ordeyned ther thy postie,
To people which thou haste pittie
Lighteninge is comen nowe through thee,
And joye to Isarell.
And Marye, mother, to thee I saie,
Thy sonne that I have seene to daie,
Is comen, I tell thee in good faye,
For fallinge of manye a fone;
And to releave in good araye
Manye a man, as he well maie,
In Isarell, or he wende awaie,
That shall leeve hym upon.
Manye signes he shall shewe,
In which untrewe shall not trowe,
And suffer thou shalte manye a harde thrawe,
For soe of sorowe it shall goe;
Through my harte then men shall knowe
Thoughtes in harte on a rowe,
Of men that shall contrarye you,
And founde to worke thee woo.
A signe I offer here also,
Of virgine wax, as other moe,
In tockeninge shee has lived thoe
In full devocion;
And, sir Semion, leve well this,
As cleane as this waxe nowe is,
As cleane is my wife, i-wisse,
As of all corruptcion.
Semeon.
Welckome, my Christe, my Savyour,
Welkome, mankindes conqueroure,
Welkome of all frute the flower,
Welkome with all my harte!
To thee worshipe, joye, and honoure!
For nowe I see my Savyour
Is comen to see my langoure,
And bringe me into blesse.
Though I beare thee nowe, sweete wighte,
Thou ruleste me, as it is righte;
For, through thee I have mayne and mighte
More then through waie of kinde;
Therfore a songe as I have tighte,
And laudes to thee with harte righte,
I will shewe here in thy sighte,
On me, Lorde, thou have mynde.
Tunc cantabit, Nunc dimittis servum tuum, domine, etc.
Nowe let thy servante be
After thy worde in peace and lee,
For with my eyes nowe I see
Thou arte mankindes heale;
For thou haste ordeyned ther thy postie,
To people which thou haste pittie
Lighteninge is comen nowe through thee,
And joye to Isarell.
And Marye, mother, to thee I saie,
Thy sonne that I have seene to daie,
Is comen, I tell thee in good faye,
For fallinge of manye a fone;
And to releave in good araye
Manye a man, as he well maie,
In Isarell, or he wende awaie,
That shall leeve hym upon.
Manye signes he shall shewe,
In which untrewe shall not trowe,
And suffer thou shalte manye a harde thrawe,
For soe of sorowe it shall goe;
Through my harte then men shall knowe
Thoughtes in harte on a rowe,
Of men that shall contrarye you,
And founde to worke thee woo.
Anna vidua
And I acknowledge to thee, Lorde, heare,
To leeve on thee through my power,
That fower skore and fower yeaire
Haste sente me mighte and grace
To leve in pennance and praier,
Nowe wote I well withouten were,
That thou arte Ohriste in godheade cleare,
In thee whollye thou haste;
And openlye here south I saye
To all thy people that I see maie,
The which hath wayled manye a daie
After thee, our Savyoure;
That thou arte comen Christe vereye,
This wotte I well by manye a waie,
Therfore I honoure thee for aye,
My Christe, my Creator.
And I acknowledge to thee, Lorde, heare,
To leeve on thee through my power,
That fower skore and fower yeaire
Haste sente me mighte and grace
To leve in pennance and praier,
Nowe wote I well withouten were,
That thou arte Ohriste in godheade cleare,
In thee whollye thou haste;
And openlye here south I saye
To all thy people that I see maie,
The which hath wayled manye a daie
After thee, our Savyoure;
That thou arte comen Christe vereye,
This wotte I well by manye a waie,
Therfore I honoure thee for aye,
My Christe, my Creator.
Maria
Josephe, husbande leffe and deare,
Our childe is gone upon his waie,
My harte were lighte and he were,
Let us goe seeke hym we thee praie,
For sodenlye he wente awaie,
And lefte us bouth in Jerusalem,
Greatlye in likinge manye a daie,
That wilbe Lorde over all the realme.
Marrye, of myrthes we maie us meane,
And trewlye tell betwene us towe
Of fearlye sightes that we have seene,
Seith we came the cittie froe.
Dere Josephe, will you wende?
Seith our childe hath bene us with,
Whom-warde I rede we hie,
He kepe us bouth from growne and greiffe,
In all the mighte that ever I maie,
For dreade of wicked companye,
Leaste anye us meete upon the waie:
Whom-warde theirfore I rede we hie.
Josephe, husbande leffe and deare,
Our childe is gone upon his waie,
My harte were lighte and he were,
Let us goe seeke hym we thee praie,
For sodenlye he wente awaie,
And lefte us bouth in Jerusalem,
Greatlye in likinge manye a daie,
That wilbe Lorde over all the realme.
Marrye, of myrthes we maie us meane,
And trewlye tell betwene us towe
Of fearlye sightes that we have seene,
Seith we came the cittie froe.
Dere Josephe, will you wende?
Seith our childe hath bene us with,
Whom-warde I rede we hie,
He kepe us bouth from growne and greiffe,
In all the mighte that ever I maie,
For dreade of wicked companye,
Leaste anye us meete upon the waie:
Whom-warde theirfore I rede we hie.
Primuz Doccter
Heare our reason righte on a rowe,
You clarkes that be of greate cuninge,
Me thinkes this childe woulde learne our lawe,
He taketh greate heede to our talkinge.
Heare our reason righte on a rowe,
You clarkes that be of greate cuninge,
Me thinkes this childe woulde learne our lawe,
He taketh greate heede to our talkinge.
Deus
You clarkes that be of greate cuninge,
Unto my talkinge you take good heede,
My father that sitteth in magistie,
He knowes your thoughtes in worde and deed;
My father and I togeither be
In on godhead, withouten dreade,
We be bouth on in certentie,
All thes workes to rule and reade.
You clarkes that be of greate cuninge,
Unto my talkinge you take good heede,
My father that sitteth in magistie,
He knowes your thoughtes in worde and deed;
My father and I togeither be
In on godhead, withouten dreade,
We be bouth on in certentie,
All thes workes to rule and reade.
Primus doccter
Heare this childe in his bourdinge,
He weenes he kennes more then he knowes.
Certes, sonne, thou arte over yonge
By cleargye cleaine to knowe our lawes;
Therfore yf thou wouldeste never so fayne,
Futher in age then thou have drawe,
Yet arte thou never of mighte nor mayne
To knowe as a clarke shoulde knowe.
Heare this childe in his bourdinge,
He weenes he kennes more then he knowes.
Certes, sonne, thou arte over yonge
By cleargye cleaine to knowe our lawes;
Therfore yf thou wouldeste never so fayne,
Futher in age then thou have drawe,
Yet arte thou never of mighte nor mayne
To knowe as a clarke shoulde knowe.
Secundus Doccter
And thou wylte speake of Moyses lawe,
Take good heede and thou maye se,
In case be that thou maye knowe,
Heare in this booke that wrytten be.
And thou wylte speake of Moyses lawe,
Take good heede and thou maye se,
In case be that thou maye knowe,
Heare in this booke that wrytten be.
Deus
The kingdome of heaven is in me lighte,
And hath me anoynted like a leche,
And geven me plaine power and mighte
The kingdome of heaven to tell and teache.
Secundus docter.
Behoulde howe he base learned our lawes,
And he learned never on boke to reade:
Me thinkes he saies suttill sawes,
And vereye truth, yf you take heede.
The kingdome of heaven is in me lighte,
And hath me anoynted like a leche,
And geven me plaine power and mighte
The kingdome of heaven to tell and teache.
Secundus docter.
Behoulde howe he base learned our lawes,
And he learned never on boke to reade:
Me thinkes he saies suttill sawes,
And vereye truth, yf you take heede.
Tercius Doccter
Let hym wende fourth on his wayes,
For and he dwell, withouten dreade,
The people will sone hym praise,
Well more then us for all our deedes.
Let hym wende fourth on his wayes,
For and he dwell, withouten dreade,
The people will sone hym praise,
Well more then us for all our deedes.
Primuz Doccter
This is nothinge to my intente,
Suche speache to spende I rede we spare,
And welde in worlde as I have mente,
Yet founde I never so vereye a fare.
This is nothinge to my intente,
Suche speache to spende I rede we spare,
And welde in worlde as I have mente,
Yet founde I never so vereye a fare.
Secundus Doccter
By matters that this childe hath mente,
To knowe our lawes lesse and more,
Out of heaven I hope hym sente
Into the yeairth to salve our sore.
By matters that this childe hath mente,
To knowe our lawes lesse and more,
Out of heaven I hope hym sente
Into the yeairth to salve our sore.
Deus
You that be maysters of Moyses lawe,
And worthy doccters of greate degree,
On commaundmente to me you shewe
That God on yeairth bade kepte shoulde be.
You that be maysters of Moyses lawe,
And worthy doccters of greate degree,
On commaundmente to me you shewe
That God on yeairth bade kepte shoulde be.
Primuz Doccter
I reade this is the firste byddinge,
And is the moste in Moyses lawe,
To love our God above all thinge,
With all our mighte and all our lawe,
I reade this is the firste byddinge,
And is the moste in Moyses lawe,
To love our God above all thinge,
With all our mighte and all our lawe,
Deus
That for to doe loke you be bayne,
With all your harte with good intente,
Take you not his name in vaine,
This is my fathers comaundmente.
Also you honor your holye daie,
No worckes save almes deedes you doe.
These three, the certen for to saie,
The firste table belonge unto.
Also, father and mother worshipe aye;
Take no mans goodes againste the righte;
Also all false wittnes you put awaie;
And slea no man by daie nor nighte;
Envye doe by no woman,
To doe her shame by nighte nor daie;
Other mens wyffes desier you note,
All suche desiers you put awaie;
Loke you doe not steale nighte nor daie,
What so ever to you be lente;
Thes wordes understande you maye,
The are my fathers commaundmente.
That for to doe loke you be bayne,
With all your harte with good intente,
Take you not his name in vaine,
This is my fathers comaundmente.
Also you honor your holye daie,
No worckes save almes deedes you doe.
These three, the certen for to saie,
The firste table belonge unto.
Also, father and mother worshipe aye;
Take no mans goodes againste the righte;
Also all false wittnes you put awaie;
And slea no man by daie nor nighte;
Envye doe by no woman,
To doe her shame by nighte nor daie;
Other mens wyffes desier you note,
All suche desiers you put awaie;
Loke you doe not steale nighte nor daie,
What so ever to you be lente;
Thes wordes understande you maye,
The are my fathers commaundmente.
Tercius Doccter
Sires, this childe of mickell prise,
Which is yonge and tender of age,
I houlde hym from the highe justice,
To wyne againe our heritage.
Sires, this childe of mickell prise,
Which is yonge and tender of age,
I houlde hym from the highe justice,
To wyne againe our heritage.
Maria
Nowe blessed be he that us neither broughte,
In lande lives non so lighte,
Se wher he sittes which we have soughte,
Amonge vender masters mickell of mighte.
Goe fourth, Joseph, on your waie,
And fatche our sonne, and let us fare,
That sitteth with yender doccters gaye,
For we have hade of hym greate care.
Nowe blessed be he that us neither broughte,
In lande lives non so lighte,
Se wher he sittes which we have soughte,
Amonge vender masters mickell of mighte.
Goe fourth, Joseph, on your waie,
And fatche our sonne, and let us fare,
That sitteth with yender doccters gaye,
For we have hade of hym greate care.
Josephe
Marye, wife, thou wotteste righte well,
That I muste all my travile teene,
With men of mighte I can not melle,
That sitteth so gaye in furres fyne.
Marye, wife, thou wotteste righte well,
That I muste all my travile teene,
With men of mighte I can not melle,
That sitteth so gaye in furres fyne.
Maria
My worthy sonne to me so deare,
Wee have thee soughte wounder wyde,
I am righte gladde that thou arte heare,
That we have found thee in this tyde.
My worthy sonne to me so deare,
Wee have thee soughte wounder wyde,
I am righte gladde that thou arte heare,
That we have found thee in this tyde.
Deus
Mother, full ofte I toulde you till,
My fathers worckes for waile or wo
Heither was I sente for to fulfill,
That muste I nedes doe or I goe.
Mother, full ofte I toulde you till,
My fathers worckes for waile or wo
Heither was I sente for to fulfill,
That muste I nedes doe or I goe.
Maria
Thy sayinge, sonne, as have I heale,
I can nothinge understande,
I shall thinke on them full well,
And founde to doe that you commaunde,
Thy sayinge, sonne, as have I heale,
I can nothinge understande,
I shall thinke on them full well,
And founde to doe that you commaunde,
Angellus
Nowe have you harde all in this place,
That Christe is comon through his grace,
As hollye Esau prophescied hase,
And Semion hath hym sende;
Leve you well this lordes of mighte,
And kepe you all his lawes arighte,
That you maye in his blisse so brighte
Ever more with hym live.
Nowe have you harde all in this place,
That Christe is comon through his grace,
As hollye Esau prophescied hase,
And Semion hath hym sende;
Leve you well this lordes of mighte,
And kepe you all his lawes arighte,
That you maye in his blisse so brighte
Ever more with hym live.
Finis. Deo gracias! per me Georgi Bellin.
Come, Lorde Jesu, come quicklye. 1592.
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