The Gouldesmythes and Massons Plaie
Pagina decima de occisione Innocentium et Herodix tirannica perswasione, et dicat
Herodes
Princes, prelates of price,1
Barrones in balmer and byse,
Beware of me all that be wise,
That weldes all at my will!
Saye noe man anye thinge is his,
But onlye at my devise;
For all this worlde lyes7
To spare and eke to spill.
My subjeckes all that heare be sette,
Barrones, burges, and baronete,
Be baynd to me, or you I beate,
And at my byddinge be.
For leves all this, withouten lette,13
That I will doe as I have hette,
Marye that mysbegotten marmosette
That thinkes to marre me.
And these false traytores that me beheighte
To have comen againe the same nighte,
By another waie have tacken their flighte,19
This waie durste the not take.
Therfore that boye, by God allmighte!
Shalbe slayne sone in your sighte,
And, though it be againste the righte,
A thousand for his sake.
Alas! what purpose had that page,25
That is so yonge and tender of age,
That woulde bereve my heritage,
That am so mylde of mighte?
For south that shrewe was wonderouse sage,
Againste me anye warre to wage;
That ricked reballe, for all his rage,31
Shall not reave me my righte.
But seith it maye non other be,
But these kinges are gone from me,
And that shrewe woulde have my soveraigntye,
I thinke to put hym downe;
All the knaves children in this cuntrey37
Shall by his guyle, so mote I thee,
Because I knowe not which is hee,
All for his sake shalbe slayne.
Howe! Prittie Pratte, my messinger!
Come neither to me, withouten were,
For thou muste goe with hastie beare43
Into Judye this daie,
After my dughtie and comlye knightes,
And byde them hye with all their mightes,
And the lete for no fightes,
Bringe them all without delaye.
Preco.49
Yes, my lorde of hie renowne,
To doe your heistes I am bowne,
Lightlye to leape over dale and downe,
And speede yf I were their.
Fare well, my lorde in magistie,
For on my jorneye I will hye me.55
Princes, prelates of price,1
Barrones in balmer and byse,
Beware of me all that be wise,
That weldes all at my will!
Saye noe man anye thinge is his,
But onlye at my devise;
For all this worlde lyes7
To spare and eke to spill.
My subjeckes all that heare be sette,
Barrones, burges, and baronete,
Be baynd to me, or you I beate,
And at my byddinge be.
For leves all this, withouten lette,13
That I will doe as I have hette,
Marye that mysbegotten marmosette
That thinkes to marre me.
And these false traytores that me beheighte
To have comen againe the same nighte,
By another waie have tacken their flighte,19
This waie durste the not take.
Therfore that boye, by God allmighte!
Shalbe slayne sone in your sighte,
And, though it be againste the righte,
A thousand for his sake.
Alas! what purpose had that page,25
That is so yonge and tender of age,
That woulde bereve my heritage,
That am so mylde of mighte?
For south that shrewe was wonderouse sage,
Againste me anye warre to wage;
That ricked reballe, for all his rage,31
Shall not reave me my righte.
But seith it maye non other be,
But these kinges are gone from me,
And that shrewe woulde have my soveraigntye,
I thinke to put hym downe;
All the knaves children in this cuntrey37
Shall by his guyle, so mote I thee,
Because I knowe not which is hee,
All for his sake shalbe slayne.
Howe! Prittie Pratte, my messinger!
Come neither to me, withouten were,
For thou muste goe with hastie beare43
Into Judye this daie,
After my dughtie and comlye knightes,
And byde them hye with all their mightes,
And the lete for no fightes,
Bringe them all without delaye.
Preco.49
Yes, my lorde of hie renowne,
To doe your heistes I am bowne,
Lightlye to leape over dale and downe,
And speede yf I were their.
Fare well, my lorde in magistie,
For on my jorneye I will hye me.55
Herode
Nowe mightie Mahound be with thee!56
And ever to be in feare!
Preco.
Howe! awake out of your slepe!
Sir Grymbalde and sir Lancler depe,
And to me you take good kepe,
For neither I am sente;62
My lorde kinge Herode begines to swaine,
For a shrewe woulde have his crowne,
And this bereve hym of his renowne,
And sone woulde have hym shende.
Nowe mightie Mahound be with thee!56
And ever to be in feare!
Preco.
Howe! awake out of your slepe!
Sir Grymbalde and sir Lancler depe,
And to me you take good kepe,
For neither I am sente;62
My lorde kinge Herode begines to swaine,
For a shrewe woulde have his crowne,
And this bereve hym of his renowne,
And sone woulde have hym shende.
Primuz miles
Welckome, messinger, that arte so gente,67
Thes tydinges which my lorde hase sente
The bene welckome veramente,
With thee nowe will I wende.
Welckome, messinger, that arte so gente,67
Thes tydinges which my lorde hase sente
The bene welckome veramente,
With thee nowe will I wende.
Secundus miles
Messinger, I will, in good faye,71
Wende with you this same daie,
To here what my lorde will saie,
Of this matter to make an ende.
Preco.
Heale, comlye kinge, sittinge in see,
Heare bene these knightes comen to thee,77
That be men of greate degree,
To heare of your talente.
Messinger, I will, in good faye,71
Wende with you this same daie,
To here what my lorde will saie,
Of this matter to make an ende.
Preco.
Heale, comlye kinge, sittinge in see,
Heare bene these knightes comen to thee,77
That be men of greate degree,
To heare of your talente.
Herodes
Messinger, for thy good deed,80
Righte well shall I quite thy mede,
Have heare of me, to doe thee spede,
Righte a gaye garmente.
Preco.
Grante mercye, lorde regente,
Well am I pleased to myne intente,86
Mightie Mahound that I have mente,
Kepe you in this steade.
Messinger, for thy good deed,80
Righte well shall I quite thy mede,
Have heare of me, to doe thee spede,
Righte a gaye garmente.
Preco.
Grante mercye, lorde regente,
Well am I pleased to myne intente,86
Mightie Mahound that I have mente,
Kepe you in this steade.
Primuz miles
Sir Lanscler depe, what saye ye?89
This is the fayereste kinge that ever I see.
Sir Lanscler depe, what saye ye?89
This is the fayereste kinge that ever I see.
Secundus miles
This daie, under the sonne shyninge,91
Is ther non so semlie a kinge.
This daie, under the sonne shyninge,91
Is ther non so semlie a kinge.
Primuz miles
Heale, comlye kinge! crowned in goulde,93
Eich kinge and keison bendes at your becke,
Yf any were that with your grace feight woulde,
Such strockes for your sake sore shalbe sette.
Heale, comlye kinge! crowned in goulde,93
Eich kinge and keison bendes at your becke,
Yf any were that with your grace feight woulde,
Such strockes for your sake sore shalbe sette.
Secundus miles
Yf hym we maye take or gette,97
The devill oughte hym debte,
And so he shalbe quitte,
Suche maisteryes for to make.
Yf hym we maye take or gette,97
The devill oughte hym debte,
And so he shalbe quitte,
Suche maisteryes for to make.
Herodes
Welckome, our knightes, that be so gente,101
Nowe will we tell you our intente,
What is the cause we for you sente
So sone and hasteiie.
Yster daie to this cittie,
When we were in our royaltie,
Ther came to us kinges three,107
And toulde us ther intente,
To seeke a childe that borne shoulde be
That was saide by prophesye,
That shoulde be kinge of Judye,
And of manye another lande.
We gave them leve to search and see,113
And come againe to this cittie,
And yf he were of suche degree,
We woulde not hym withstand©;
But and the hade comen againe
All three traytors shoulde have bene slayne,
And also that leither sweyne,119
And al for his sake.
Out, alas! what maie this be?
For I knowe not which is he,
Therfore all knaves children in this cittie
On them shall fall the wracke;
For we knowe not that childe well,125
Though we therfore shoulde go to hell,
All the children of Isarell
We deme them to be slayne.
Counsceler, what is thy rede?
Welckome, our knightes, that be so gente,101
Nowe will we tell you our intente,
What is the cause we for you sente
So sone and hasteiie.
Yster daie to this cittie,
When we were in our royaltie,
Ther came to us kinges three,107
And toulde us ther intente,
To seeke a childe that borne shoulde be
That was saide by prophesye,
That shoulde be kinge of Judye,
And of manye another lande.
We gave them leve to search and see,113
And come againe to this cittie,
And yf he were of suche degree,
We woulde not hym withstand©;
But and the hade comen againe
All three traytors shoulde have bene slayne,
And also that leither sweyne,119
And al for his sake.
Out, alas! what maie this be?
For I knowe not which is he,
Therfore all knaves children in this cittie
On them shall fall the wracke;
For we knowe not that childe well,125
Though we therfore shoulde go to hell,
All the children of Isarell
We deme them to be slayne.
Counsceler, what is thy rede?
Doccter
Deme them, lorde, for to be deade:130
For that is beaste, as eate I bread,
To cache that litter swayne.
Commaund your knightes anon in hie
To goe to the lande of Gallalie,
And into the lande of Judye
To slaye all that the maie fynde.136
Deme them, lorde, for to be deade:130
For that is beaste, as eate I bread,
To cache that litter swayne.
Commaund your knightes anon in hie
To goe to the lande of Gallalie,
And into the lande of Judye
To slaye all that the maie fynde.136
Herodes
That is well sayde, my counsceler!137
But yet I borne as doth the fier,
What for wrath, what for ire,
Tell this be broughte to ende.
Therfore, my knightes good and keyne,
Have done belive, goe wreche my teene,
Goe sleye that shrewe, let it be seene143
And you be men of mighte;
Prove manfulye what the bene,
That nowe awaie from you fleyne,
Drive downe ther durtye arscies bydene,
And sone that the were slayne!
So shall I kepe that vile counjon,149
That thus would reave me of my crowne.
Therfore, my bachlers, make ye boune,
And founde to save my righte.
You muste hye you out of this towne
To Bethlem, as faste as you mone,
All knaves children, by my crowne,155
You muste slaie this nighte,
That is well sayde, my counsceler!137
But yet I borne as doth the fier,
What for wrath, what for ire,
Tell this be broughte to ende.
Therfore, my knightes good and keyne,
Have done belive, goe wreche my teene,
Goe sleye that shrewe, let it be seene143
And you be men of mighte;
Prove manfulye what the bene,
That nowe awaie from you fleyne,
Drive downe ther durtye arscies bydene,
And sone that the were slayne!
So shall I kepe that vile counjon,149
That thus would reave me of my crowne.
Therfore, my bachlers, make ye boune,
And founde to save my righte.
You muste hye you out of this towne
To Bethlem, as faste as you mone,
All knaves children, by my crowne,155
You muste slaie this nighte,
Primuz miles
Alas! lorde and kinge of blesse,157
Sende you after us for this?
A vellany it were, i-wisse,
For my fellowe and me,
To slea a shetton arsced shrewe,
A lade his heade mighte I hewe;
For riballes are not in this rowe,163
But kinges of greate degree.
Alas! lorde and kinge of blesse,157
Sende you after us for this?
A vellany it were, i-wisse,
For my fellowe and me,
To slea a shetton arsced shrewe,
A lade his heade mighte I hewe;
For riballes are not in this rowe,163
But kinges of greate degree.
Secundus miles
My leffe lorde of greate renowne,165
We shall wrecke us as we mone,
Wheither he be kinge or champion,
Stiffer then ever Sampson was,
Seckerlie I shall drive them downe;
But for to kill suche a congeon,
Me shames sore, by Mahounde!171
To goe in anye plase.
My leffe lorde of greate renowne,165
We shall wrecke us as we mone,
Wheither he be kinge or champion,
Stiffer then ever Sampson was,
Seckerlie I shall drive them downe;
But for to kill suche a congeon,
Me shames sore, by Mahounde!171
To goe in anye plase.
Herode
Naye, ne it is nether on nor towe173
That ye shall slea, as mote I goe,
But a thousande and yet moe,
Takes this in your mynde;
Because I knowe not which that shrewe is,
Therfore, leste you of hym misse,
You muste slea for south, i-wisse,179
All that you maie fynde.
You shall walke farre and nere,
Into Bethlem, spare for no bere,
All knaves children within towe yeaire
And one daies oulde,
Slea them downe on and all,185
So shall you meete with that stall,
That woulde my kingdome clayme and call,
And my welth also welde.
Primuz myles.
Hit shalbe donne, lorde, in hie,
Shall non be lefte witterlie,191
We shall goe searche by and bye
In Bethlem all aboute;
And wrecke your teene full tenderlie,
Leve non unslayne sickerlye,
So shall we soone that shrewe destroye,
And kill hym in that rowte.197
Knowes, riche, you be raye,
To Bethlem that barro I am bowne,
With this speare I thinke to assaie
To kille manye a smalle congion;
These congeones in the clowtes I will kill,
And stowtlye with strockes them destroye,203
Shall never on skape by my will,
All babes for that boye full sore shall bye,
Shall never non over passe
Of towe yeaires age and lesse;
And this boye that kinge crowned was,
Shall not skape without searche.209
Naye, ne it is nether on nor towe173
That ye shall slea, as mote I goe,
But a thousande and yet moe,
Takes this in your mynde;
Because I knowe not which that shrewe is,
Therfore, leste you of hym misse,
You muste slea for south, i-wisse,179
All that you maie fynde.
You shall walke farre and nere,
Into Bethlem, spare for no bere,
All knaves children within towe yeaire
And one daies oulde,
Slea them downe on and all,185
So shall you meete with that stall,
That woulde my kingdome clayme and call,
And my welth also welde.
Primuz myles.
Hit shalbe donne, lorde, in hie,
Shall non be lefte witterlie,191
We shall goe searche by and bye
In Bethlem all aboute;
And wrecke your teene full tenderlie,
Leve non unslayne sickerlye,
So shall we soone that shrewe destroye,
And kill hym in that rowte.197
Tunc ibunt milites simul.
Knowes, riche, you be raye,
To Bethlem that barro I am bowne,
With this speare I thinke to assaie
To kille manye a smalle congion;
These congeones in the clowtes I will kill,
And stowtlye with strockes them destroye,203
Shall never on skape by my will,
All babes for that boye full sore shall bye,
Shall never non over passe
Of towe yeaires age and lesse;
And this boye that kinge crowned was,
Shall not skape without searche.209
Secundus miles
Therfore to me take good kepe,210
My name is Sir Lanchler depe.
The that me teene I laie to slepe
On everyeiche a syde;
Through Bethlem I will springe,
For I muste nowe at your bydinge,
Righte all dowen shall I dinge216
Thes lades everyechon;
And then that false geldinge,
That borne was so yonge,
He shall not for nothinge
Awaie from us gone.
Therfore to me take good kepe,210
My name is Sir Lanchler depe.
The that me teene I laie to slepe
On everyeiche a syde;
Through Bethlem I will springe,
For I muste nowe at your bydinge,
Righte all dowen shall I dinge216
Thes lades everyechon;
And then that false geldinge,
That borne was so yonge,
He shall not for nothinge
Awaie from us gone.
Primuz miles
Fare well, my lorde, and have good daie,222
For hardlye I dare this saie,
Not for no boste, in good faye,
Yt is not my manere;
I woulde I mighte fynde in my waie
Sampson in his beste araye,
To loke wheither I durste afraye228
To feighte with hym righte heare.
Fare well, my lorde, and have good daie,222
For hardlye I dare this saie,
Not for no boste, in good faye,
Yt is not my manere;
I woulde I mighte fynde in my waie
Sampson in his beste araye,
To loke wheither I durste afraye228
To feighte with hym righte heare.
Herode
Nay, ne I knowe well or thou sweare,230
That thou art a dughtie man of ware,
And though Sampson were heare,
Sone he shoulde be slayne.
But yet my witte is in a were,
Wheither ye shall fynde that solingere
But spede you faste, for my prayer,236
And hye you faste agayne.
Nay, ne I knowe well or thou sweare,230
That thou art a dughtie man of ware,
And though Sampson were heare,
Sone he shoulde be slayne.
But yet my witte is in a were,
Wheither ye shall fynde that solingere
But spede you faste, for my prayer,236
And hye you faste agayne.
Tunc ibunt milites, et veniet angelus:
[Angellus]
Josephe, arise, and that anon,238
Into Egipte thou muste gone,
And Marye also from your fone,
This is my Lordes will;
Ther staye, leste this childe be slayne,
Tell I warne thee to come againe:
False Herode woulde fayne244
Jesus for to spille.
Josephe, arise, and that anon,238
Into Egipte thou muste gone,
And Marye also from your fone,
This is my Lordes will;
Ther staye, leste this childe be slayne,
Tell I warne thee to come againe:
False Herode woulde fayne244
Jesus for to spille.
Josephe
A! Lorde, blessed muste thou be,246
Theider anon we will fleye,
Have we companye of thee,
We will live on our waie.
A! Lorde, blessed muste thou be,246
Theider anon we will fleye,
Have we companye of thee,
We will live on our waie.
Angellus
Yea, companye we shall you beare,250
Tell that you be comen their.
Herode lokes hym you to feare,
As faste as ever he maye.
Yea, companye we shall you beare,250
Tell that you be comen their.
Herode lokes hym you to feare,
As faste as ever he maye.
Josephe
Marye, sister, nowe we muste flitte,254
Upon my asse nowe shalte thou sitte,
Into Egipte tell we hitte,
The angell will us leade.
Marye, sister, nowe we muste flitte,254
Upon my asse nowe shalte thou sitte,
Into Egipte tell we hitte,
The angell will us leade.
Maria
Sir, ever more lowde and still,258
Your tallente I shall fulfill:
I wote it is my lordes will
I doe as you me reade.
Sir, ever more lowde and still,258
Your tallente I shall fulfill:
I wote it is my lordes will
I doe as you me reade.
Angellus
Come nowe fourth, in Godes name,262
I shall you sheilde from all shame,
And you shall see, my leiffe dame,
A thinge to your likinge;
For Mahometes bouth on and all,
That men on Egipte godes can calle,
At your cominge downe shall fall,268
When I begyne to singe.
Come nowe fourth, in Godes name,262
I shall you sheilde from all shame,
And you shall see, my leiffe dame,
A thinge to your likinge;
For Mahometes bouth on and all,
That men on Egipte godes can calle,
At your cominge downe shall fall,268
When I begyne to singe.
Primuz miles
Haste downe, fellowe, hastes downe faste,270
That these queines were downe caste,
And their children in haste,
And kille them all to clowtes.
Haste downe, fellowe, hastes downe faste,270
That these queines were downe caste,
And their children in haste,
And kille them all to clowtes.
Secundus miles
Yea, sires, we dwell all to longe,274
Therfore goe we them amonge,
The hopen to have some wronge
That gone so faste awaie.
Yea, sires, we dwell all to longe,274
Therfore goe we them amonge,
The hopen to have some wronge
That gone so faste awaie.
primuz mulier
Whom calleste thou queine, skabde biche,278
Thy dame thy daster was never suche,
Shee borned a knave eiche stiche,
Yet did I never non.
Whom calleste thou queine, skabde biche,278
Thy dame thy daster was never suche,
Shee borned a knave eiche stiche,
Yet did I never non.
Secundus mulier
Be thou so hardye, I thee behette,282
To handle my sonne that is so sweete,
This distaffe and thy heede shall meete,
Or we hense gone.
Be thou so hardye, I thee behette,282
To handle my sonne that is so sweete,
This distaffe and thy heede shall meete,
Or we hense gone.
Primuz miles
Dame, abyde and let me see286
A knaves childe if that it be;
The kinge hase commaunded me
All suche for to areiste.
Dame, abyde and let me see286
A knaves childe if that it be;
The kinge hase commaunded me
All suche for to areiste.
Primus mulier
Areaste, riball, for thee,290
Thou lyes, by my lewtie!
Therfore I rede that faste thou fleye,
And let me have my peace.
Areaste, riball, for thee,290
Thou lyes, by my lewtie!
Therfore I rede that faste thou fleye,
And let me have my peace.
Secundus miles
Dame, thy sonne, in good faye,294
He muste of me learne a plaie,
He muste hoppe, or I goe awaie,
Upon my speare ende.
Dame, thy sonne, in good faye,294
He muste of me learne a plaie,
He muste hoppe, or I goe awaie,
Upon my speare ende.
Primus mulier
Out and out! and wayle a waie!298
That ever I [did] abide this daie;
On strocke I will assaye
To geve, or that I wende.
Out and out! and wayle a waie!298
That ever I [did] abide this daie;
On strocke I will assaye
To geve, or that I wende.
Secundus mulier
Out! out on this teifFe!302
My love, my lorde, my life, my leffe!
Did never man nor woman greffe,
To suffer suche tormente;
But yet wrocken I will be: —
Have here on, towe, or three!
Beare the kinge this from me,308
And that I it hym sende.
Out! out on this teifFe!302
My love, my lorde, my life, my leffe!
Did never man nor woman greffe,
To suffer suche tormente;
But yet wrocken I will be: —
Have here on, towe, or three!
Beare the kinge this from me,308
And that I it hym sende.
Primus miles
Come heither to me, dame Pernell,310
And shewe me heare thy sonne snell:
For the kinge hath beden me quaile
All that we fynde mon.
Come heither to me, dame Pernell,310
And shewe me heare thy sonne snell:
For the kinge hath beden me quaile
All that we fynde mon.
Primus mulier
My sonne! ney, stronge theife,314
For as I have good preffe,
Thou do my childe anye greffe,
I shall crake thy crowne.
Out, out! and woes me!
Theffe, thou shalbe hanged hie!
My childe is dead nowe I se,320
My sorowe maie not cease.
Thou shalt be hanged on a tree,
And all thy fellowes with thee,
All the men in this cuntreye
Shall not make thee peace.
Have thou this, thou fowle harlote!326
And thou knight to make a knotte,
And on buffitte with this bote
Thou shall have to bowte;
And thou this, and thou this!
Though you bouth shitte and pesse,
And yf you think we do amisse,332
To buske ye to mote.
My sonne! ney, stronge theife,314
For as I have good preffe,
Thou do my childe anye greffe,
I shall crake thy crowne.
[Tunc miles transfodiet primum puerum, et super lancea accipiet.]
Out, out! and woes me!
Theffe, thou shalbe hanged hie!
My childe is dead nowe I se,320
My sorowe maie not cease.
Thou shalt be hanged on a tree,
And all thy fellowes with thee,
All the men in this cuntreye
Shall not make thee peace.
Have thou this, thou fowle harlote!326
And thou knight to make a knotte,
And on buffitte with this bote
Thou shall have to bowte;
And thou this, and thou this!
Though you bouth shitte and pesse,
And yf you think we do amisse,332
To buske ye to mote.
Secundus miles
Dame, shewe me thy childe here,334
He muste hoope upon my speare,
And it anye pentill beare,
I muste teache hym a plaie.
Dame, shewe me thy childe here,334
He muste hoope upon my speare,
And it anye pentill beare,
I muste teache hym a plaie.
Secundus mulier
Naye, frecke, thou shall faile,338
My childe shall thou not assaile;
He hath towe holes under his tayle,
Kisse, and thou maye assaie.
For and thou do me any harme,
Or my childe upon my arme,
I shall found to kepe thee warme,344
Be thou never so wood.
Out, out, out, out!
You shalbe hanged the rowte,
Theffe be ye never so stowte!
Full fowle ye have done.
This childe was tacken to me350
To loke towe, theifes; who be ye?
He was not myne, as you maie se,
He was the kinges sonne.
I shall tell while I maie drye,
His childe was slayne before my eye.
Theeives, you shalbe hanged hie,356
Maie I come to his halle.
But, or I goe, have thou one!
And thou another, Sir John!
For to the kinge I will anon,
To plainte upon you all.
Loe, lorde, loke and see362
The childe that thou toke to me,
Men of thyn owne meanye
Have slayne it, here the bene.
Naye, frecke, thou shall faile,338
My childe shall thou not assaile;
He hath towe holes under his tayle,
Kisse, and thou maye assaie.
For and thou do me any harme,
Or my childe upon my arme,
I shall found to kepe thee warme,344
Be thou never so wood.
Tunc secundus miles transfodiet secundum puerum,
Out, out, out, out!
You shalbe hanged the rowte,
Theffe be ye never so stowte!
Full fowle ye have done.
This childe was tacken to me350
To loke towe, theifes; who be ye?
He was not myne, as you maie se,
He was the kinges sonne.
I shall tell while I maie drye,
His childe was slayne before my eye.
Theeives, you shalbe hanged hie,356
Maie I come to his halle.
But, or I goe, have thou one!
And thou another, Sir John!
For to the kinge I will anon,
To plainte upon you all.
Tunc ibil ad Herodem.
Loe, lorde, loke and see362
The childe that thou toke to me,
Men of thyn owne meanye
Have slayne it, here the bene.
Herodes iratus
Fie, hore, fie! God geve thee pyne,366
Why did thou saie that childe was not myne?
But it is vengance, as drinke I wyne,
And that is nowe well seene.
Fie, hore, fie! God geve thee pyne,366
Why did thou saie that childe was not myne?
But it is vengance, as drinke I wyne,
And that is nowe well seene.
Secundus mulier
Yes, lorde, the se well arighte370
Thy sonne was like to have bene a knighte,
For in goulde harnes he was dighte,
Painted wounderous gaye;
Yet was I never so sore afrighte,
When the speares through hym thrighte,
Lorde, so littill was my mighte,376
When the beganne to fraye.
Yes, lorde, the se well arighte370
Thy sonne was like to have bene a knighte,
For in goulde harnes he was dighte,
Painted wounderous gaye;
Yet was I never so sore afrighte,
When the speares through hym thrighte,
Lorde, so littill was my mighte,376
When the beganne to fraye.
Herodes
He was righte sicker in silke araye,378
In goulde and pearle that was so gaye,
The mighte well knowe, by his araye,
He was a kinges sonne;
Wliat the devill is this to saie!
Why were thy wittes so awaie?
Coulde thou not speake, coulde thou not praie,384
And saie it was my sonne?
Alas! what the devill is this to mone?
Alas! my daies bene nowe done;
I wotte I muste dye sone:
Bottles is me to make mone,
For dampned I muste be;390
My legges rotten and my amies,
That nowe I see of feindes swarmes,
I have done so manye harmes,
From hell cominge after me;
I have done so moche woe,
And never good seith I mighte goe,396
Therfore I see cominge my foe,
To feche me to hell.
I bequeath heare in this place
My soule to be with Sathanas.
I dye nowe, alas! alas!
I maie no longer dwell.402
He was righte sicker in silke araye,378
In goulde and pearle that was so gaye,
The mighte well knowe, by his araye,
He was a kinges sonne;
Wliat the devill is this to saie!
Why were thy wittes so awaie?
Coulde thou not speake, coulde thou not praie,384
And saie it was my sonne?
Alas! what the devill is this to mone?
Alas! my daies bene nowe done;
I wotte I muste dye sone:
Bottles is me to make mone,
For dampned I muste be;390
My legges rotten and my amies,
That nowe I see of feindes swarmes,
I have done so manye harmes,
From hell cominge after me;
I have done so moche woe,
And never good seith I mighte goe,396
Therfore I see cominge my foe,
To feche me to hell.
I bequeath heare in this place
My soule to be with Sathanas.
I dye nowe, alas! alas!
I maie no longer dwell.402
Tunc faciet signum quasi morientis, el veniet demon.
Demon
Ware, warre! for nowe unwarlye walkes you woe,403
For I am swifter then was the roe,
I am comen to feche this lorde you froe,
In wo ever more to dwell;
And with this crocket camrocke your backes I shall cloe,
And all farse belevers I borne and bloe,
That from the crowne of the head to the to409
I leve no righte wholl fell.
From Lucifier, that lorde, neither I am sente,
To feche this kinges sowle here presente,
Into hell to bringe hym their to be lente,
Ever to live in woe.
T[h]eire fier burnes bloe and brente,415
In their shalbe this lorde veramente,
His plase ever more therin is hente,
His bodye never to goe fro. —
No more shall you treaspase, by my lewtie,
That filles your measueres falslye,
Shall beare this lorde companye,421
The gette no other grace;
I will you bringe this into wo,
And come againe and feche moe,
As faste as I maie goe,
Fare well, and have good daye. Exit demon -
Ware, warre! for nowe unwarlye walkes you woe,403
For I am swifter then was the roe,
I am comen to feche this lorde you froe,
In wo ever more to dwell;
And with this crocket camrocke your backes I shall cloe,
And all farse belevers I borne and bloe,
That from the crowne of the head to the to409
I leve no righte wholl fell.
From Lucifier, that lorde, neither I am sente,
To feche this kinges sowle here presente,
Into hell to bringe hym their to be lente,
Ever to live in woe.
T[h]eire fier burnes bloe and brente,415
In their shalbe this lorde veramente,
His plase ever more therin is hente,
His bodye never to goe fro. —
No more shall you treaspase, by my lewtie,
That filles your measueres falslye,
Shall beare this lorde companye,421
The gette no other grace;
I will you bringe this into wo,
And come againe and feche moe,
As faste as I maie goe,
Fare well, and have good daye. Exit demon -
Angellus
Josephe, arise, and that in hie,427
For dead is nowe your enemye,
Take Jesu the childe and eke Marye,
And goe into Judye.
Herode, that woulde have hade you slayne,
He is marred bouth mighte and mayne,
Therfore hie you whom againe,433
In peace nowe you shalbe.
Josepiie.
A! Lorde, that madeste all of naughte,
It is skill thy wil be wroughte,
Nowe is he dead that us hath soughte,
We shall never cease,439
Tell that we be againe
At whom in our cuntrye.
Nowe hope we well to live in lee,
And in full greate peace.
Marye, sister, we muste goe
To our lande that we came froe,445
The angell hath beden us soe,
My owine deare sweete;
One my asse thou shalt be,
And my mantle under thee
Full easelye, sister, leve thou me,
And that I thee behette.451
Josephe, arise, and that in hie,427
For dead is nowe your enemye,
Take Jesu the childe and eke Marye,
And goe into Judye.
Herode, that woulde have hade you slayne,
He is marred bouth mighte and mayne,
Therfore hie you whom againe,433
In peace nowe you shalbe.
Josepiie.
A! Lorde, that madeste all of naughte,
It is skill thy wil be wroughte,
Nowe is he dead that us hath soughte,
We shall never cease,439
Tell that we be againe
At whom in our cuntrye.
Nowe hope we well to live in lee,
And in full greate peace.
Marye, sister, we muste goe
To our lande that we came froe,445
The angell hath beden us soe,
My owine deare sweete;
One my asse thou shalt be,
And my mantle under thee
Full easelye, sister, leve thou me,
And that I thee behette.451
Maria
I thanke you, sir, as I can:452
Helpe me that I were upon.
He that is bouth God and man,
Kepe us in this tyde!
I thanke you, sir, as I can:452
Helpe me that I were upon.
He that is bouth God and man,
Kepe us in this tyde!
Josephe
Come neither, deere harte roote,456
I shall sone be thy boote,
Thou shalt ryde iche foote,
And I will goe by thy syde.
Come neither, deere harte roote,456
I shall sone be thy boote,
Thou shalt ryde iche foote,
And I will goe by thy syde.
Angellus
Nowe ye be readie for to goe,460
Josephe and Marye also,
For south I will not departe you frooe,
But helpe you from youer foe?
And I will make a melodie,
And singe here in your companye,
A worde was sayde in prophescye466
A thousande yeaires agoe.
Ex Egipto vocavi filium meum, ut salvum
faciet popidum meum.
Nowe ye be readie for to goe,460
Josephe and Marye also,
For south I will not departe you frooe,
But helpe you from youer foe?
And I will make a melodie,
And singe here in your companye,
A worde was sayde in prophescye466
A thousande yeaires agoe.
Ex Egipto vocavi filium meum, ut salvum
faciet popidum meum.
Finis. Deo gracias! per me Georgi Bellin.
Come, Lorde Jesu, come quicklye. 1592.
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