The Second Shepherds' Play

Primus Pastor
Lord, what these weders ar cold! / and I am yll happyd;
I am nere hande dold, / so long haue I nappyd;
My legys thay fold, / my fyngers ar chappyd,
It is not as I wold, / for I am al lappyd,
In sorow.
In stormes and tempest,
Now in the eest, now in the west,
wo is hym has neuer rest
Myd day nor morow!
Bot we sely shepardes / that walkys on the moore,
In fayth we are nere handys / outt of the doore;
No wonder as it standys / if we be poore,
ffor the tylthe of oure landys / lyys falow as the floore,
As ye ken.
we ar so hamyd,
ffor-taxed and ramyd,
We ar mayde hand tamyd,
with thyse gentlery men.
Thus thay refe vs oure rest / oure lady theym wary!
These men that ar lord fest / thay cause the ploghe tary.
That men say is for the best / we fynde it contrary;
Thus ar husbandys opprest / in po[i]nte to myscary,
On lyfe.
Thus hold, thay vs hunder,
Thus thay bryng vs in blonder;
It were greatte wonder,
And euer shuld we thryfe.
ffor may he gett a paynt slefe / or a broche now on dayes,
wo is hym that hym grefe / or onys agane says!
Dar noman hym reprefe / what mastry he mays,
And yit may noman lefe / oone word that he says,
No letter.
he can make purveance,
with boste and bragance,
And all is thrugh mantenance
Of men that are gretter.
Ther shall com a swane / as prowde as a po,
he must borow my wane / my ploghe also,
Then I am full fane / to graunt or he go.
Thus lyf we in payne / Anger, and wo,
By nyght and day;
he must haue if he langyd,
If I shuld, forgang it,
I were better be hangyd
Then oones say hym nay.
It dos me good, as I walk / thus by myn oone,
Of this warld, for to talk / in maner of mone.
To my shepe wyll I stalk / and herkyn anone,
Ther abyde on a balk / or sytt on a stone
ffull soyne.
ffor I trowe, perde,
trew men if thay be,
we gett more compane
Or it be noyne.
Secundus Pastor
Benste and dominus! / what may this bemeyne?
why, fares this warld thus / oft haue we not sene?
lord, thyse weders ar spytus / and the weders full kene.
And the frostys so hydus / thay water myn eeyne,
No ly.
Now in dry, now in wete,
Now in snaw, now in slete,
When my shone freys to my fete,
It is not all esy.
Bot as far as I ken / or yit as I go,
we sely wedmen / dre mekyll wo;
We haue sorow then and then / it fallys oft so;
Sely capyle, oure hen / both to and fro
She kakyls;
Bot begyn she to crok,
To groyne or [to clo]k,
Wo is hym is of oure cok,
ffor he is in the shekyls.
These men that ar wed / haue not all thare wyll,
when they ar full hard sted / thay sygh full styll;
God wayte thay ar led / full hard and full yll;
In bower nor in bed / thay say noght ther tyll,
This tyde.
My parte haue I fun,
I know my lesson.
wo is hym that is bun,
ffor he must abyde.
Bot now late in oure lyfys / a meruell to me,
That I thynk my hart ryfys / sich wonders to see.
what that destany dryfys / it shuld so be;
Som men wyll have two wyfys / and som men thre,
In store;
Som ar wo that has any,
Bot so far can I,
wo is hym that has many,
ffor he felys sore.
Bot yong men of wowyng / for god that you boght,
Be well war of wedyng / and thynk in youre thoght,
"had I wyst" is a thyng / it seruys of noght;
Mekyll styll mowrnyng / has wedyng home broght,
And grefys;
with many a sharp showre,
ffor thou may cach in an owre
That shall [savour] fulle sowre
As long as thou lyffys.
ffor, as euer red I pystyll / I haue oone to my fere,
As sharp as a thystyll / as rugh as a brere;
She is browyd lyke a brystyll / with a sowre loten chere;
had She oones Wett Hyr Whystyll / She couth Syng full clere
Hyr pater noster.
She is as greatt as a whall,
She has a galon of gall:
By hym that dyed for vs all,
I wald I had ryn to I had lost hir.
Primus Pastor
God looke ouer the raw / ffull defly ye stand.
Secundus Pastor
yee, the dewill in thi maw / so tariand.
sagh thou awro of daw? /
Primus Pastor
yee, on a ley land
hard I hym blaw / he commys here at hand,
Not far;
Stand styll.
Secundus Pastor
qwhy?
Primus Pastor
ffor he commys, hope I.
Secundus Pastor
he wyll make vs both a ly
Bot if we be war.
Tercius Pastor
Crystys crosse me spede / and sant nycholas!
Ther of had I nede / it is wars then it was.
Whoso couthe take hede / and lett the warld pas,
It is euer in drede / and brekyll as glas,
And slythys.
This warld, fowre neuer so,
With meruels mo and mo,
Now in weyll, now in wo,
And all thyng wrythys.
Was neuer syn noe floode / sich floodys seyn;
Wyndys and ranys so rude / and stormes so keyn;
Som stamerd, som stod, / in dowte, as I weyn;
Now god turne all to good / I say as I mene,
ffor ponder.
These floodys so thay drowne,
Both in feyldys and in towne,
And berys all downe,
And that is a wonder.
We that walk on the nyghtys / oure catell to kepe,
We se sodan syghtys / when othere men slepe.
yit me thynk my hart lyghtys / I se shrewys pepe;
ye ar two all wyghtys / I wyll gyf my shepe
A turne.
Bot full yll haue I ment,
As I walk on this bent,
I may lyghtly repent,
My toes if I spurne.
A, sir, god, you saue / and master myne!
A drynk fayn wold I haue / and somwhat to dyne.
Primus Pastor
Crystys curs, my knaue / thou art a ledyr hyne!
Secundus Pastor
What! the boy lyst rave; / abyde vnto syne;
We haue mayde it.
yll thryft on thy pate!
Though the shrew cam late,
yit is he in state
To dyne, if he had it.
Tercius Pastor
Sich seruandys as I / that swettys and swynkys,
Etys oure brede full dry / and that me forthynkys;
We ar oft weytt and wery / when master-men wynkys,
yit commys full lately / both dyners and drynkys,
Bot nately.
Both oure dame and oure syre,
when we haue ryn in the myre,
Thay can nyp at oure hyre,
And pay vs full lately.
Bot here my trouth, master / for the fayr that ye make,
I shall do therafter / wyrk as I take;
I shall do a lytyll, sir / and emang euer lake,
ffor yit lay my soper / neuer on my stomake
In feyldys.
Wherto shuld, I threpe?
with my staf can I lepe,
And men say "lyght chepe
letherly for-yeldys."
Primus Pastor
Thou were an yll lad / to ryde on wowyng
With a man that had / bot lytyll of spendyng.
Secundus Pastor
Peasse, boy, I bad / no more Iangling,
Or I shall make the full rad / by the heuen’s kyng!
with thy gawdys;
wher ar oure shepe, boy, we skorne?
Tercius Pastor
Sir, this same day at morne
I thaym left in the corne,
when thay rang lawdys;
Thay haue pasture good / thay can not go wrong.
Primus Pastor
That is right, by the roode! / thyse nyghtys ar long,
yit I wold, or we yode / oone gaf vs a song.
Secundus Pastor
So I thoght as I stode / to myrth vs emong.
Tercius Pastor
I grauntt.
Primus Pastor
lett me syng the tenory.
Secundus Pastor
And I the tryble so hye.
Tercius Pastor
Then the meyne fallys to me;
lett se how ye chauntt.
Mak
Now lord, for thy naymes sevyn / that made both moyn & starnes
Well mo then I can neuen / thi will, lorde, of me tharnys;
I am all vneuen / that moves oft my harnes,
Now Wold god I were in heuen / for there wepe no barnes
So styll.
Primus Pastor
Who is that pypys so poore?
Mak
wold, god ye wyst how I foore!
lo, a man that walkys on the moore,
And has not all his wyll!
Secundus Pastor
Mak, where has thou gon? / tell vs tythyng.
Tercius Pastor
Is he commen? then ylkon / take hede to his thyng.
Mak
what! ich be a yoman / I tell you, of the king;
The self and the same / sond from a greatt lordyng,
And sich.
ffy on you! goyth hence
Out of my presence!
I must haue reuerence;
why, who be ich?
Primus Pastor
Why make ye it so qwaynt? / mak, ye do wrang.
Secundus Pastor
Bot, mak, lyst ye saynt? / I trow that ye lang.
Tercius Pastor
I trow the shrew can paynt, / the dewyll myght hym hang!
Mak
Ich shall make complaynt / and make you all to thwang
At a worde,
And tell euyn how ye doth.
Primus Pastor
Bot, Mak, is that sothe?
Now take outt that sothren tothe,
And sett in a torde!
Secundus Pastor
Mak, the dewill in youre ee / a stroke wold, I leyne you.
Tercius Pastor
Mak, know ye not me? / by god I couthe teyn you.
Mak
God looke you all thre! / me thoght I had sene you,
ye ar a fare compane. /
Primus Pastor
can ye now mene you?
Secundus Pastor
Shrew, Iape!
Thus late as thou goys,
what wyll men suppos?
And thou has an yll noys
of stelyng of shepe.
Mak
And I am trew as steyll / all men waytt,
Bot a sekenes I feyll / that haldys me full haytt,
My belly farys not weyll / it is out of astate.
Tercius Pastor
Seldom lyys the dewyll / dede by the gate.
Mak
Therfor
full sore am I and yll,
If I stande stone styll;
I ete not an nedyll
Thys moneth and more.
Primus Pastor
how farys thi wyff? by my hoode / how farys sho?
Mak
lyys walteryng, by the roode / by the fyere, lo!
And a howse full of brude / she drynkys well to;
yll spede othere good / that she wyll do!
Bot so
Etys as fast as she can,
And ilk yere that commys to man
She bryngys furth a lakan,
And som yeres two.
Bot were I not more gracyus / and rychere befar,
I were eten outt of howse / and of harbar;
Yit is she a fowll dowse / if ye com nar:
Ther is none that trowse / nor knowys a war,
Then ken I.
Now wyll ye se what I profer,
To gyf all in my cofer
To morne at next to offer
hyr hed mas penny.
Secundus Pastor
I wote so forwakyd / is none in this shyre:
I wold slepe if I takyd / les to my hyere.
Tercius Pastor
I am cold, and nakyd / and wold haue a fyere.
Primus Pastor
I am wery, for-rakyd / and run in the myre.
wake thou!
Secundus Pastor
Nay, I wyll lyg downe by,
ffor I must slepe truly.
Tercius Pastor
As good a man’s son was I
As any of you.
Bot, mak, com heder! betwene / shall thou lyg downe.
Mak
Then myght I lett you bedene / of that ye wold, rowne,
No drede.
ffro my top to my too,
Manus tuas commendo,
poncio pilato,
Cryst crosse me spede!
Now were tyme for a man / that lakkys what he wold,
To stalk preuely than / vnto a fold,
And neemly to wyrk than / and be not to bold,
ffor he might aby the bargan / if it were told
At the endyng.
Now were tyme for to reyll;
Bot he nedys good counsell
That fayn wold, fare weyll,
And has bot lytyll spendyng.
Bot abowte you a serkyll / as rownde as a moyn,
To I haue done that I wyll / tyll that it be noyn,
That ye lyg stone styll / to that I haue doyne,
And I shall say thertyll / of good wordys a foyne.
On hight
Ouer youre heydys my hand I lyft,
Outt go youre een, fordo your syght,
Bot yit I must make better shyft,
And it be right.
lord! what thay slepe hard! / that may ye all here;
was I neuer a shepard / bot now wyll I lere.
If the flok be skard / yit shall I nyp nere,
how! drawes hederward! / now mendys oure chere
ffrom sorow:
A fatt shepe I dar say,
A good flese dar I lay,
Eft whyte when I may,
Bot this will I borow.
how, gyll, art thou In? / gett vs some lyght.
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
Who makys sich dyn / this tyme of the nyght?
I am sett for to spyn / I hope not I myght
Ryse a penny to wyn, / I shrew them on hight!
So farys
A huswyff that has bene
To be rasyd thus betwene:
here may no note be sene
ffor sich small charys.
Mak
Good wyff, open the hek! / seys thou not what I bryng?
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
I may thole the dray the snek. / A, com in, my swetyng!
Mak
yee, thou thar not rek / of my long standyng.
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
By the nakyd nek / art thou lyke for to hyng.
Mak
Do way:
I am worthy my mete,
ffor in a strate can I gett
More then thay that swynke and swette
All the long day,
Thus it fell to my lott / gyll, I had sich grace.
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
It were a fowll blott / to be hanged for the case.
Mak
I haue skapyd, Ielott / oft as hard a glase.
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
Bot so long goys the pott / to the water, men says,
At last
Comys it home broken.
Mak
well knowe I the token,
Bot let it neuer be spoken;
Bot com and help fast.
I wold, he were slayn / I lyst well ete:
This twelmothe was I not so fayn / of oone shepe mete.
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
Com thay or he be slayn/ and here the shepe blete!
Mak
Then myght I be tane, / that were a cold, swette!
Go spar
The gaytt doore.
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
Yis, Mak,
ffor and thay com at thy bak,
Mak
Then myght I by, for all the pak,
The dewill of the war.
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
A good bowrde haue I spied / syn thou can none.
here shall we hym hyde / to thay be gone;
In my credyll abyde / lett me alone,
And I shall lyg besyde / in chylbed, and grone.
Mak
Thou red;
And, I shall say thou was lyght
Of a knaue childe this nyght.
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
Now well is me day bright,
That euer was I bred.
This is a good gyse / and a far cast;
Yit a woman avyse / helpys at the last.
I wote neuer who spyse, / agane go thou fast.
Mak
Bot I com or thay ryse / els blawes a cold, blast!
I wyll go slepe.
yit slepys all this meneye,
And I shall go stalk preuely,
As it had neuer bene I
That caryed thare shepe.
Primus Pastor
Resurrex a mortruis! / haue hald, my hand.
Iudas carnas dominus! / I may not well stand:
My foytt slepys, by ihesus / and I water fastand.
I thoght that we layd vs / full nere yngland.
Secundus Pastor
A ye!
lord! what I haue slept weyll;
As fresh as an eyll,
As lyght I me feyll
As leyfe on a tre.
Tercius Pastor
Benste be here in! / so my [hart?] qwakys,
My hart is outt of skyn / what so it makys.
Who makys all this dyn? / so my browes blakys,
To the dowore wyll I wyn / harke felows, wakys!
We were fowre:
se ye awre of mak now?
Primus Pastor
we were vp or thou.
Secundus Pastor
Man, I gyf god a vowe,
yit yede he nawre.
Tercius Pastor
Me thoght he was lapt / in a wolfe skyn.
Primus Pastor
So are many hapt / now namely within.
Secundus Pastor
When we had long napt / me thoght with a gyn
A fatt shepe he trapt / bot he mayde no dyn.
Tercius Pastor
Be styll:
Thi dreme makys the woode:
It is bot fantom, by the roode.
Primus Pastor
Now god turne all to good,
If it be his wyll.
Secundus Pastor
Ryse, mak, for shame! / thou lygys right lang.
Mak
Now crystys holy name / be vs emang!
what is this? for sant Iame / I may not well gang!
I trow I be the same / A! my nek has lygen wrang
Enoghe;
Mekill thank, syn yister euen,
Now, by sant strevyn,
I was flayd with a swevyn,
My hart out of sloghe.
I thoght gyll began to crok / and trauell full sad,
welner at the fyrst cok / of a yong lad,
ffor to mend oure flok / then be I neuer glad.
I haue tow on my rok / more then euer I had.
A, my heede!
A house full of yong tharmes,
The dewill knok outt thare harnes!
wo is hym has many barnes,
And therto lytyll brede!
I must go home, by youre lefe / to gyll as I thoght.
I pray you looke my slefe / that I steyll noght:
I am loth you to grefe / or from you take oght.
Tercius Pastor
Go furth, yll myght thou chefe! / now wold I we soght,
This morne,
That we had all oure store.
Primus Pastor
Bot I will go before,
let vs mete.
Secundus Pastor
whore?
Tercius Pastor
At the crokyd thorne.
Mak
Vndo this doore! who is here? / how long shall I stand?
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
Who makys sich a bere? / now walk in the Wenyand.
Mak
A, gyll, what chere? / it is I, mak, youre husbande,
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
Then may we be here / the dewill in a bande,
Syr gyle;
lo, he commys with a lote
As he were holden in the throte.
I may not syt at my note,
A hand lang while.
Mak
Wyll ye here what fare she makys / to gett hir a glose,
And dos noght bot lakys / and clowse hir toose.
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
why, who wanders, who wakys / who commys, who gose?
who brewys, who bakys? / what makys me thus hose?
And than,
It is rewthe to beholde,
Now in hote, now in colde,
ffull wofull is the householde
That wantys a woman.
Bot what ende has thou mayde / with the hyrdys, mak?
Mak
The last worde that thay sayde / when I turnyd my bak,
Thay wold looke that thay hade / thare shepe all the pak.
I hope thay wyll nott be well payde / when thay thare shepe lak,
Perde.
Bot how so the gam gose,
To me thay wyll suppose,
And make a fowll noyse,
And cry outt apon me.
Bot thou must do as thou hyght /
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
I accorde me thertyll.
I shall swedyll hym right / In my credyll;
If it were a gretter slyght / yit couthe I help tyll.
I wyll lyg downe stright; / com hap me;
Mak
I wyll.
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
Behynde.
Com coll and his maroo,
Thay will nyp vs full naroo.
Mak
Bot I may cry out ‘haroo,’
The shepe if thay fynde.
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
harken ay when thay call / thay will com onone.
Com and make redy all / and syng by thyn oone;
Syng lullay thou shall / for I must grone,
And cry outt by the wall / on mary and Iohn,
ffor sore.
Syng lullay on fast
when thou heris at the last;
And bot I play a fals cast,
Trust me no more.
Tercius Pastor
A, coll, goode morne / why slepys thou nott?
Primus Pastor
Alas, that euer was I borne! / we haue a fowll blott.
A fat wedir haue we lorne. /
Tercius Pastor
mary, godys forbott!
Secundus Pastor
who shuld do vs that skorne? that were a fowll spott.
Primus Pastor
Som shrewe.
I haue soght with my dogys
All horbery shrogys,
And of fefteyn hogys
ffond I bot oone ewe.
Tercius Pastor
Now trow me, if ye will / by sant thomas of kent,
Ayther mak or gyll / was at that assent.
Primus Pastor
peasse, man, be still! / I sagh when he went;
Thou sklanders hym yll / thou aght to repent,
Goode spede.
Secundus Pastor
Now as euer myght I the,
If I shuld, euyn here de,
I wold say it were he,
That dyd that same dede.
Tercius Pastor
Go we theder, I rede / and ryn on oure feete.
Shall I neuer ete brede / the sothe to I wytt.
Primus Pastor
Nor drynk in my heede / with hym tyll I mete.
Secundus Pastor
I wyll rest in no stede / tyll that I hym grete,
My brothere.
Oone I will hight:
Tyll I se hym in sight
shall I neuer slepe one nyght
Ther I do anothere.
Tercius Pastor
Will ye here how thay hak? / oure syre, lyst, croyne.
Primus Pastor
hard I neuer none crak / so clere out of toyne;
Call on hym.
Secundus Pastor
mak! / vndo youre doore soyne.
Mak
Who is that spak, / as it were noyne,
On loft?
Who is that I say?
Tercius Pastor
Goode felowse, were it day.
Mak
As far as ye may,
Good, spekys soft,
Ouer a seke woman’s heede / that is at mayll easse;
I had leuer be dede / or she had any dyseasse.
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
Go to an othere stede / I may not well qweasse.
Ich fote that ye trede / goys thorow my nese.
So hee!
Primus Pastor
Tell vs, mak, if ye may,
how fare ye, I say?
Mak
Bot ar ye in this towne to day?
Now how fare ye?
ye haue ryn in the myre / and ar weytt yit:
I shall make you a fyre / if ye will syt.
A nores wold, I hyre / thynk ye on yit,
well qwytt is my hyre / my dreme this is itt,
A seson.
I haue barnes, if ye knew,
well mo then enewe,
Bot we must drynk as we brew,
And that is bot reson.
I wold ye dynyd or ye yode / me thynk that ye swette.
Secundus Pastor
Nay, nawther mendys oure mode / drynke nor mette.
Mak
why, sir, alys you oght bot goode? /
Tercius Pastor
yee, oure shepe that we gett,
Ar stollyn as thay yode / oure los is grette.
Mak
Syrs, drynkys!
had I bene thore,
Som shuld haue boght it full sore.
Primus Pastor
Mary, som men trowes that ye wore,
And that vs forthynkys.
Secundus Pastor
Mak, som men trowys / that it shuld be ye.
Tercius Pastor
Ayther ye or youre spouse / so say we.
Mak
Now if ye haue suspowse / to gill or to me,
Com and rype oure howse / and then may ye se
who had hir,
If I any shepe fott,
Aythor cow or stott;
And gyll, my wyfe, rose nott
here syn she lade hir.
As I am true and lele / to god here I pray,
That this be the fyrst mele / that I shall ete this day.
Primus Pastor
Mak, as haue I ceyll, / Avyse the, I say;
he lernyd tymely to steyll / that couth not say nay.
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
I swelt!
Outt, thefys, fro my wonys!
ye com to rob vs for the nonys.
Mak
here ye not how she gronys?
youre hartys shuld melt.
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
Outt, thefys, fro my barne! / negh hym not thor.
Mak
wyst ye how she had farne / youre hartys wold be sore.
ye do wrang, I you warne / that thus commys before
To a woman that has farne / bot I say no more.
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
A, my medyll!
I pray to god so mylde,
If euer I you begyld,
That I ete this chylde
That lygys in this credyll.
Mak
peasse, woman, for godys payn / and cry not so:
Thou spyllys thy brane / and makys me full wo.
Secundus Pastor
I trow oure shepe be slayn / what finde ye two?
Tercius Pastor
All wyrk we in vayn / as well may we go.
Bot hatters,
I can fynde no flesh,
hard nor nesh,
Salt nor fresh,
Bot two tome platers.
Whik catell bot this / tame nor wylde,
None, as haue I blys / as lowde as he smylde.
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
No, so god me blys / and gyf me Ioy of my chylde!
Primus Pastor
We haue merkyd amys / I hold vs begyld.
Secundus Pastor
Syr don,
Syr, oure lady hym saue!
Is youre chyld a knaue?
Mak
Any lord myght hym haue
This chyld to his son.
when he wakyns he kyppys / that ioy is to se.
Tercius Pastor
In good tyme to hys hyppys / and in cele.
Bot who was his gossyppys / so sone rede?
Mak
So fare fall thare lyppys! /
Primus Pastor
hark now, a le!
Mak
So god thaym thank,
Parkyn, and gybon waller, I say,
And gentill Iohn horne, in good fay,
he made all the garray,
With the greatt shank.
Secundus Pastor
Mak, freyndys will we be / ffor we ar all oone.
Mak
we! now I hald for me / for mendys gett I none.
ffare well all thre / all glad were ye gone.
Tercius Pastor
ffare wordys may ther be / bot luf is ther none
this yere.
Primus Pastor
Gaf ye the chyld, any thyng?
Secundus Pastor
I trow not oone farthyng.
Tercius Pastor
ffast agane will I flyng,
Abyde ye me there.
Mak, take it to no grefe / if I com to thi barne.
Mak
Nay, thou dos me greatt reprefe / and fowll has thou farne.
Tercius Pastor
The child will it not grefe / that lytyll day starne.
Mak, with youre leyfe / let me gyf youre barne,
Bot sex pence.
Mak
Nay, do way: he slepys.
Tercius Pastor
Me thynk he pepys.
Mak
when he wakyns he wepys.
I pray you go hence.
Tercius Pastor
Gyf me lefe hym to kys / and lyft vp the clowtt.
what the dewill is this? / he has a long snowte.
Primus Pastor
he is merkyd amys / we wate ill abowte.
Secundus Pastor
Ill spon weft, Iwys / ay commys foull owte.
Ay, so!
he is lyke to oure shepe!
Tercius Pastor
how, gyb! may I pepe?
Primus Pastor
I trow, kynde will crepe
where it may not go.
Secundus Pastor
This was a qwantt gawde / and a far cast.
It was a hee frawde. /
Tercius Pastor
yee, syrs, wast.
lett bren this bawde / and bynd hir fast.
A fals skawde / hang at the last;
So shall thou.
wyll ye se how thay swedyll
his foure feytt in the medyll?
Sagh I neuer in a credyll
A hornyd lad or now.
Mak
Peasse byd I: what! / lett be youre fare;
I am he that hym gatt / and yond woman hym bare.
Primus Pastor
What dewill shall he hatt? / Mak, lo god makys ayre.
Secundus Pastor
lett be all that. / now god gyf hym care,
I sagh.
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
A pratty child is he
As syttys on a waman’s kne;
A dyllydowne, perde,
To gar a man laghe.
Tercius Pastor
I know hym by the eere marke / that is a good tokyn.
Mak
I tell you, syrs, hark! / hys noyse was brokyn.
Sythen told, me a clerk / that he was forspokyn.
Primus Pastor
This is a fals wark / I wold, fayn be wrokyn:
Gett wepyn.
Uxor Ejus (Gill)
he was takyn with an elfe,
I saw it myself.
when the clok stroke twelf
was he forshapyn.
Secundus Pastor
ye two ar well feft / sam in a stede.
Tercius Pastor
Syn thay manteyn thare theft / let do thaym to dede.
Mak
If I trespas eft / gyrd of my heede.
with you will I be left. /
Primus Pastor
syrs, do my reede.
ffor this trespas,
we will nawther ban ne flyte,
ffyght nor chyte,
Bot haue done as tyte,
And cast hym in canvas.
lord! what I am sore / in poynt for to bryst.
In fayth I may no more / therfor wyll I ryst.
Secundus Pastor
As a shepe of sevyn skore / he weyd in my fyst.
ffor to slepe ay whore / me thynk that I lyst.
Tercius Pastor
Now I pray you,
lyg downe on this grene.
Primus Pastor
On these thefys yit I mene.
Tercius Pastor
wherto shuld ye tene
So, as I say you?
Angel
Ryse, hyrd men heynd! / for now is he borne
That shall take fro the feynd / that adam had lorne:
That warloo to sheynd / this nyght is he borne.
God is made youre freynd / now at this morne.
he behestys,
At bedlem go se,
Ther lygys that fre
In a cryb full poorely,
Betwyx two bestys.
Primus Pastor
This was a qwant stevyn / that euer yit I hard.
It is a meruell to neuyn / thus to be skard.
Secundus Pastor
Of godys son of heuyn / he spak vpward.
All the wod on a leuyn / me thoght that he gard
Appere.
Tercius Pastor
he spake of a barne
In bedlem, I you warne.
Primus Pastor
That betokyns yond starne.
let vs seke hym there,
Secundus Pastor
Say, what was his song? / hard ye not how he crakyd it?
Thre brefes to a long. /
Tercius Pastor
yee, mary, he hakt it.
was no crochett wrong / nor no thyng that lakt it.
Primus Pastor
ffor to syng vs emong / right as he knakt it,
I can.
Secundus Pastor
let se how ye croyne.
Can ye bark at the mone?
Tercius Pastor
hold youre tonges, haue done!
Primus Pastor
hark after, than.
Secundus Pastor
To bedlem he bad / that we shuld gang:
I am full fard / that we tary to lang.
Tercius Pastor
Be mery and not sad / of myrth is oure sang,
Euer lastyng glad / to mede may we fang,
Withoutt noyse.
Primus Pastor
hy we theder for thy;
If we be wete and wery,
To that chyld and that lady
we haue it not to lose.
Secundus Pastor
we fynde by the prophecy- / let be youre dyn-
Of dauid and Isay / and mo then I myn,
Thay prophecyed by clergy / that in a vyrgyn
shuld, he lyght and ly / to slokyn oure syn
And slake it,
Oure kynde from wo;
ffor Isay sayd so,
Cite‘ virgo
Concipiet a chylde that is nakyd.
Tercius Pastor
ffull glad may we be / and abyde that day
That lufly to se / that all myghtys may.
lord, well were me / for ones and for ay,
Myght I knele on my kne / som word for to say
To that chylde.
Bot the angell sayd,
In a cryb wos he layde;
he was poorly arayd
Both mener and mylde.
Primus Pastor
patryarkes that has bene / and prophetys beforne,
Thay desyryd to haue sene / this chylde that is borne.
Thay ar gone full clene / that haue thay lorne.
We shall se hym, I weyn / or it be morne,
To tokyn.
When I se hym and fele,
Then wote I full weyll
It is true as steyll
That prophetys haue spokyn.
To so poore as we ar / that he wold appere,
ffyrst fynd, and declare / by his messyngere.
Secundus Pastor
Go we now, let vs fare / the place is vs nere.
Tercius Pastor
I am redy and yare / go we in fere
To that bright.
Lord, if thi wylles be,
we ar lewde all thre,
Thou grauntt vs somkyns gle
To comforth thi wight.
Primus Pastor
hayll, comly and clene! / hayll, yong child!
hayll, maker, as I meyne, / of a madyn so mylde!
Thou has waryd, I weyne / the warlo so wylde;
The fals gyler of teyn / now goys he begylde.
lo, he merys;
lo, he laghys, my swetyng,
A welfare metyng,
I haue holden my hetyng;
haue a bob of cherys.
Secundus Pastor
hayll, sufferan sauyoure! / ffor thou has vs soght:
hayll, frely foyde and floure / that all thyng has wroght!
hayll, full of fauoure / that made all of noght!
hayll! I kneyll and I cowre. / A byrd haue I broght
To my barne.
hayll, lytyll tyne’ mop!
of oure crede thou art crop:
I wold drynk on thy cop,
Lytyll day starne.
Tercius Pastor
hayll, derlyng dere / full of godhede!
I pray the be nere / when that I haue nede.
hayll! swete is thy chere! / my hart wold, blede
To se the sytt here / in so poore wede,
With no pennys.
hayll! put furth thy dall!
I bryng the bot a ball:
haue and play the with all,
And go to the tenys.
Mary
The fader of heuen / god omnypotent.
That sett all on seuen, / his son has he sent.
My name couth he neuen / and lyght or he went.
I conceyuyd hym full euen / thrugh myght as he ment,
And now is he borne.
he kepe you fro wo!
I shall pray hym so;
Tell furth as ye go,
And myn on this morne.
Primus Pastor
ffarewell, lady / so fare to beholde,
with thy childe on thi kne! /
Secundus Pastor
bot he lygys full cold.
lord, well is me / now we go, thou behold.
Tercius Pastor
ffor sothe all redy / it semys to be told
full oft.
Primus Pastor
what grace we haue fun.
Secundus Pastor
Com furth, now ar we won.
Tercius Pastor
To syng ar we bun:
let take on loft.


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