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Pagina Vicessima Quanta et Omnium Postmema: De Judicio Extremo

It ys full youre syns I beheight
to make a reckoninge of the right.
Nowe to that doome I will mee dight
that dead shall dulye dread.
Therefore, my angelles fayre and bright,
looke that you wake eych worldlye wight
that I maye see all in my sight
that I blood forth can bleede.

Shewe you my crosse appertlye here,
crowne of thorné, sponge and speare,
and nayles to them that wanted nere
to come to this anoye;
and what weede for them I weare,
upon my bodye nowe I beare.
The most stowtest this sight shall steare
that standeth by streete or stye.

Tunc angeli tubas accipient et flabunt, et omnes mortui de sepulchris surgent, quorum dicat primus Papa Salvatus.

While that I lyved in flesh and bloodd,
thy great godhead that ys so good
mee knewe I never, but ever was wood
worshipps for to wynne.
The wyttes, lord, thou sent to mee
I spend to come to great degree.
They highest office under thee
in yearth thou puttest me yn.

Thou grantest me, lord, through thy grace,
Peters power and his place.
Yett was I blent. Alas, alas,
I dyd not thyne assent.
But my fleshiye will that wicked was,
the which raysed nowe thou hasse,
I forthered, lord, before thy face
shall take his judgment.

When I in yearth was at my will,
this world mee blent, both lowde and styll;
but thy commandment to fulfill
I was full neglygent.
But purged yt ys with paynes yll
in purgatorye that sore can gryll.
Yett thy grace I hope to come tyll
after my great torment.

And yett, lord, I must dread thee
for my great synne when I thee see;
for thou art most in majestie,
of mercye nowe I call.
The paynes that I have longe in bee,
as hard as hell save hope of lee,
agayne to goe never suffer mee
for ought that may befall.

In purgatorye my soule hath binne
a thousand yeares in woe and teene.
Nowe ys noe synne upon mee seene,
for purged I am of pyne.
Though that I to synne were bayne and bowne
and coveted ryches and renowne,
yett at the last contrytion
bath made mee on of thyne.

As hard payne, I darre well saye,
in purgatorye are night and daye
as are in hell, save by on waye —
that one shall have an end.

Worshipped bee thou, high justice,
that mee hasse made in flesh to ryse.
Nowe wott I well, those that have binne wyse
shall come unto thy welth.
Grant me, lord, amongest moe,
that purged am of synne and woe,
on thy right hand that I maye goe
to that everlastinge health.

While I was lord of land and leede
in purple and in rych weede,
meethought to thee I had no neede,
so wronge the world me wyled.
Though thou for me thy blood can sheede,
yett in my hart more can I heede
my flesh to further and to feede,
but the soule was ever begyled.

My fowle bodye through synne blent,
that rotten was and all torent,
through thy might, lord omnipotent,
raysed and whole yt ys.
My soule that ys in bales brent
to my bodye thou hast nowe sent
to take before the judgment
of that I have donne amys.

But, lord, though I were synfull aye,
contrytion yett at my last daye
and almes-deedes that I dyd aye
hath holpen me from hell.
But well I wott that ylke waye
that Abraham went wynde I maye,
for I am purged to thy paye,
with thee evermore to dwell.

While I in yearth rych can goe
in softe sandalles and silke alsoe,
velvet also that wrought me woe,
and all such other weedes,
neyther prayed I ney faste.
Saffe almes-deedes, yf any paste,
and great repentance at the laste
hath gotten me to thy grace,

that saved I hope fullye to bee,
for purged synnes that were in mee.
Thy laste doome may I not flee,
to come before thy face.
All that might excyte lecherye —
perrelles and precyouse perrye —
agaynst thy byddinge used I,
and other wycked deedes.

After purgatorye-paynes
from me thy lordshippe thou ney laynes.
To warne thy doome mee ney gaynes,
though I were never so greate.
Sythe I have suifred woe and teene
in purgatorye longe too benne,
lett never my synne be on me seene
but, lord, thou hit forgett.

Tunc venient damnati.

Nowe bootelesse ys to aske mercye,
for, lyvinge, highest in yearth was I,
and cunynge closen in cleargye;
but covetousnes dyd me care.
Also sylver and symonye
made mee pope unworthye.
That burnes me nowe, full witterlye,
for of blys I am full bare.

Also, why spend I wronge my wytte
in covetousnes my hart to knytte?
Hard and hoft nowe feele I hitt;
hell howldes me right here.
My bodye burnes everye bytt.
Of sorrowe must I never be shutt.
Mee to save from helI-pytt
nowe helpeth noe prayer.

Of all the soules in Christianitie
that damned were while I had degree
nowe gyve accompt behoveth mee,
through my lawes forlorne.
Also damned nowe must I bee.
Accompt befalles, or elles to flee.
Make me deafe, I cojure thee,
as I had never binne borne.

Alas, in world whye was I ware?
Alas, that ever mother mee bare!
Alas, there ys noe yeane-chare!
Scape may I not this chance.
Alas, doe evell who ys that dare?
To threpe no more us ne dare,
for to payne we ordayned are,
ever withowt delyverance.

Nowe ys manslaughter upon mee seene.
Nowe covetousnes makes my care keene.
Nowe wronge-workinge, withowten weene,
that I in world have wrought,
nowe traytorouse tornes do me teene,
and false doomes all bydeene.
In gluttonye I have in binne
that shall nowe deare be bought.

Nowe knowe I what I dyd with wronge
and eke my lyther lyvinge longe.
Falsehoode to hell makes mee to fonge,
in fyre ever fowle to fare.
Misbegotten money ever I myxed amonge.
Nowe ys me yeelded to hell yonge.
Whye were I not dead as ys the donge?
For deole I drowpe and dare!

When I was in my majestie,
soveraigne of shyre and of cyttye,
never did I good. In noe degree
through me was any grace.
Of poore had I never pittie.
Sore ne sycke would I never see.
Nowe have I languowre and they have lee.
Alas, alas, alas!

Wronge ever I wrought to eych wight.
For pennyes, poore in payne I pight.
Relygion I reaved agaynst the right.
That Jkeenlye] nowe I knowe.
Lecherye, I held hit light.
In covetousenes my hart was clight.
On good deede in God his sight
nowe have I not to shewe.

Alas, that I was woman wrought.
Alas, whye God made me of nought
and with his pretyouse blood me bought
to worke agaynst his wyll?
Of lecherye I never wrought,
but ever to that synne I sought,
that of that fylth in deede and thought
yett had I never that fyll.

Fye on pearles! Fye on prydee!
Fye on gowne! Fye on guyde!
Fye on hewe ! Fye on hyde!
These harrowe me to hell.
Agaynst this chance I may not chyde.
This bitter bale I must abyde.
Yea, woe and teene I suffer this tyde,
noe lyvinge tonge may tell.

I, that soe seemelye was in sight,
where ys my blee that ys so bright?
Where ys baron, where ys knight
for mee to alledge the lawe?
Where in world ys any wight
that for my fayrenes nowe wyll fight,
or from this death I am to dight
that darre mee heathen drawe?

Alas! While that I lyved in land,
[wrought] to worke I would not wond
but falsely causes tooke in hand
and mych woe dyd elles.
When I sought sylver or rych sound
of baron, burges, or of bound,
his moote to further ever I would found,
were yt never so false.
Nowe ys the dyvell readye, I see,
his moote to further agaynst mee
for the judge of such postye
that mee wyll not avayle;
harte and thought both knoweth hee.
Though I would lye, noe boote wyll bee.
Alas, this hard fytt to flee
rufullye I must fayle.

All my lyeffe ever I was bowne
to trouble poore in towre an towne,
payre Holy Church possession
and sharpely them to shend.
To reave and robbe relygion,
that was all my devotyon.
Therefore mee tydes damnatyon
and payne withowten end.

Alas! In world fervent was I
to purchase landes falselye.
Poore men I dyd such anoye,
made them theire landes to sell.
But when I dyed, wytterlye,
all that I had, my enemye
both bodye and soule damned therebye
ever to the payne of hell.

Yett might not false. purchase suffyce,
but ofte I dealed with marchandyce;
for there methought wyninge would ryse,
I used yt manye a yeare.
Ofte I sett upon false assyce,
rayvinge poore with layinge myse.
Falsely, by God and saynte Hyse
a thousand tyme I sware.

Occurre I used wylfullye.
Wanne I never so much therebye,
to Holye Church never taythed I,
for meethought that was lorne.
Why made thou me, lord, of nought? Whye?
To worch in world so wickedlye
and nowe burne in the dyvelles bellye?
Alas, that ever I was borne!

Finitis lamentationibus mortuorum, [descendet] Jesus quasi in nube, si fieri potent, quia, secundum doctoris opiniones, in aere prope terram judicabit Filius Dei. Stabunt angeli cum cruce, corona spinea, lancea, et instrumentis allis; ipsa demonstrant.

But you shall heare and see expresse
I doe to you all rightwysenes.
Loovesome deedes more and lesse
I wyll rehearse nowe here.
Of yearth through mee made, man, thou was
and putt in place of greate cleanes
from which thou was, through wyckednes,
away then wayved weare.

When thou had donne this trespasse,
yett wayted I which way best was
thee to recover in this case
into my companye.
Howe might I do thee more grace
then that selfe kynd that thou hasse
take — here nowe in this place
appeareth appertlye —

after dyed on the roode-tree
and my blood shedd, as thou may see,
to pryve the devyll of his postie
and wynne that was awaye;
the which blood — behouldes yee —
fleshe-houlden tell nowe I would should be
for certayne poyntes that lyked mee
of which I will nowe saye.

On cause was this, certeynlye,
that to my Father almightie
at my Assentyon offer might I
this blood, pnayinge a boone:
that hee of you should have mercye
and more gracyous be therebye
when you had synned horryblie,
not takinge vengeance to soone.

Also, I would, withowten were,
this bloodd should nowe be shewed here
that the Jewes dyd in this manere
might knowe appertlye
howe unkynd they them beare.
Behould on mee and you may lere
whether I be God in full powere
or elles man onlye.

Also, my blood nowe shewed ys
that good therebye maye have blys
that avoyded wyckednes, iwys,
and ever good workes wrought.
And evyll also, that dyd amysse,
must have greate sorrowe in sight of this
that lost that joye that was his
that him on roode-tree bought.

Yett, for all this greate torment
that suffered here while I was lent,
the more spared in your intent.
I am not as I feele.
For my bodye ys all torent
with othes false aiwayes fervent;
noe lymme on mee but yt is lent
from head right to the heele.

Nowe that you shall appertlye see
freshe blood bleede, man, for thee —
good to joye and full greate lee,
the evyll to damnatyon.
Behould nowe, all men! Looke on mee
and see my blood freshe owt flee
that I bleede on roode-tree
for your salvatyon.

Tunc emittet sanguinem de latere eius.

Howe durst you ever doe amys
when you unthought you of this,
that I bleede to bringe you to blys
and suffered such woo.
Me you must not white, iwysse,
though I doe nowe as right ys.
Therefore eych man reacon his,
for ryghtwysenes must goo.

In great thyrst you gave me drynke,
when I was naked also clothinge,
and when mee needed harboringe
you harbored me in cold.
And other deedes to my lykinge
you dyd on yearth there lyvinge.
Therefore you shall be quytte that thinge
in heaven an hundrethfold.

Therefore, as I you ere tould,
you shalbe quytt an hundrethfould.
In my blysse, bee you bowld,
evermore you shall bee.
There neyther honger ys ney could
but all thinges as yourselves would —
everlastinge joye to yonge and old
that in yearth pleased mee.

Therfore, my angeles, goe you anon
and twyne my chosen everye one
from them that have benne my foen
and bringe them unto blysse.
On my right hand they shall be sett,
for soe full yore I them beheight
when the dyd withowten lett
my byddinge not amysse.

Tunc angel ibunt ac cantabunt euntes ac venientes 'Letamini in domino, salvator mundi, domine.' Ac omnes salvati eos sequentur; postea veniunt demones, quorum dicat Primus.

Judge this pope myne in this place
that worthye ys for his trespace —
and ought to be thyne through grace —
through synne commynne myne.
A christen man I wott hee was,
knewe good from evell in eych case,
but my commandment donne hee hase,
and ever forsaken thyne.

Through mercye hee should be thyne,
but myne through wyckednes and synne;
thyne through passion thou was in,
and myne through temptatyon.
To mee obedyent hee was aye,
and thy commandment put awaye.
Thou righteouse judge therefore I praye,
deeme him to my pryson.

This emperour also that standeth by,
I hould him myne full wytterlye,
that held him ever in heresye
and leeved not on thy lore.
Therefore I tell thee verament
myne hee ys withowt judgment.
Thou sayd, when thou on yearth went,
that leeved not, damned were.

'Qui non credit, jam judicatus est.'

This kinge and queene would never knowe
poore men, them almes to showe.
Therefore, put them all from you
that stand before thy face,
and I shall leade them tyll a lowe;
there fyre shall burne though no man blowe.
I have them tyed upon a rowe;
they shall never passe that place.

These wordes, God, thou sayde expresse,
as Matthewe thereof bayreth wyttnes,
that right as mans deedes was
yeelden hee should bee.
And, lest thou forgett, good man,
I shall mynne thee upon,
for speake Latten well I can,
and that thou shall soone see.

'Filius hominis venturus est in gloria Patris, Patris sui cum angelis suis, et tunc reddit unicuiquam secundum opus suum.'

Therefore, righteouse yf thou bee,
these men are myne, as mote I thee,
for on good deede here before thee
have they not to shewe.
Yf there bee anye, saye on! Lettes see!
Yf there be nonne, deeme them to mee;
or elles thou art as false as wee —
all men shall well knowe.

'Sic erit in consummatione seculi: exibunt angel et [seperabunt] malos de medio justorum, et mittent eos in caminum ignis, ubi erit fletus et stridor dentium.'

Therefore delyver mee these men
and, as broke I my panne,
I shall make them to grynne
and nufullye to reeme.
And in as whott a chimneye
as ys ordayned for mee
bathed they all shalbee
in bitter bale and brenne.

This popelard pope here present
with covetousenes was aye fullye bent.
This emperour also, verament,
to all synne did enclyne.
This kinge also all righteouse men shent,
damned them through false judgment
and dyed so withowt amendment;
therefore I hould him myne.

This queene, while shee was lyvinge here,
spared never synne, in no mannere,
and all that myght, by Mahound so dere,
excyte her lecherye
shee used, mans harte to styrre,
and thereto fullye ordayned her.
Therefore shee hath lost her lure,
heaven-blysse, right as dyd I.

And though my sweete mother deare
and all the sayntes that ever were
prayed for you right nowe here,
all yt were to late.
Noe grace may growe through theire prayere.
Then rightuousenes had no powere.
Therefore, goe to the fyre in feere.
There gaynes noe other grace.

When I was hungrye and thyrstie both,
and naked was, you would not mee clothe;
also, sycke and in greate woe,
you would not vysytt mee;
nor yett in pryson to me come,
nor of your meate to gyve me somee,
nor mee to your harboure nome
never yett in wyll were yee.

Goe we forthe to hell in hye.
Withowt end there shall you lye,
for you have loste — right as did I —
the blysse that lasteth ever.
Judged you be to my bellye
there endles sorrowe ys and noye.
One thinge I tell you truelye —
delyvcred benne you never.

This marchant also that standeth here,
hee ys myne, withowten were.
As oftetymes hee him forswere
as seedes be in my secke.
And occurre also used hee
that my powche ys so heavye,
I sweare by Mahound so free,
hit well-nyc breakes my necke.

Tunc demones exportabunt eos, et venient quatuor evangelistae.

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