The Creation God Ego sum alpha et o, {1 I am the first, the last also, {2 Oone god in mageste; {3 Meruelus, of myght most, {4 ffader, & son, & holy goost, {5 On god in trinyte. {6 I am without begynnyng, {7 My godhede hath none endyng, {8 I am god in trone; {9 Oone god in persons thre, {10 Which may neuer twynnyd be, {11 ffor I am god alone. {12 All maner thyng is in my thoght, {13 Withoutten me ther may be noght, {14 ffor all is in my sight; {15 hit shall be done after my will, {16 that I haue thoght I shall fulfill {17 And manteyn with my myght. {18 At the begynnyng of oure dede {19 make we heuen & erth, on brede, {20 and lyghtys fayre to se, {21 ffor it is good, to be so; {22 darknes from light we parte on two, {23 In tyme to serue and be. {24 Darknes we call the nyght, {25 and lith also the bright, {26 It shall be as I say; {27 after my will this is furth broght, {28 Euen and morne both ar thay wroght, {29 and thus is maid a day. {30 In medys the water, bi oure assent, {31 be now maide the firmament, {32 And parte ather from othere, {33 Water aboue, I-wis; {34 Euen and morne maide is this {35 A day, [so was] the tothere. {36 Waters, that so wyde ben spred, {37 be gedered to geder in to one stede, {38 that dry the erth may seym; {39 that at is dry the erth shall be, {40 the waters also I call the see; {41 this warke to me is queme. {42 Out of the erth herbys shal spryng, {43 Trees to florish and frute furth bryng, {44 thare kynde that it be kyd. {45 This is done after my will; {46 Even & morn maide is ther till {47 A day, this is the thryd. {48 Son & moyne set in the heuen, {49 With starnes, & the planettys seuen, {50 To stand in thare degre; {51 The son to serue the day lyght, {52 The moyne also to serue the nyght; {53 The fourte day shall this be. {54 The water to norish the fysh swymand, {55 The erth to norish bestys crepeand, {56 That fly or go may. {57 Multiplye in erth, and be {58 In my blyssyng, wax now ye; {59 This is the fyft day. {60 Cherubim Oure lord god in trynyte, {61 Myrth and lovyng be to the, {62 Myrth and lovyng ouer al thyng; {63 ffor thou has made, with thi bidyng, {64 Heuen, & erth, and all that is, {65 and giffen vs Ioy that neuer shall mys. {66 Lord, thou art full mych of myght, {67 that has maide lucifer so bright; {68 we loue the, lord, bright ar we, {69 bot none of vs so bright as he: {70 He may well hight lucifere, {71 ffor lufly light that he doth bere. {72 He is so lufly and so bright {73 It is grete ioy to se that sight; {74 We lofe the, lord, with all oure thoght, {75 that sich thyng can make of noght. {76 Lucifer Certys, it is a semely sight, {77 Syn that we ar all angels bright, {78 and euer in blis to be; {79 If that ye will behold, me right, {80 this mastre longys to me. {81 I am so fare and bright, {82 of me commys all this light, {83 this gam and all this gle; {84 Agans my grete myght {85 may [no]thyng stand [ne] be. {86 And ye well me behold {87 I am a thowsand fold, {88 brighter then is the son; {89 my strengthe may not be told, {90 my myght may no thyng kon; {91 In heuen, therfor, wit I wold, {92 Above me who shuld won. {93 ffor I am lord of blis, {94 ouer all this warld, I-wis, {95 My myrth is most of all; {96 the[r]for my will is this, {97 master ye shall me call. {98 And ye shall se, full sone onone, {99 How that me semys to sit in trone {100 as kyng of blis; {101 I am so semely, blode & bone, {102 my sete shall be ther as was his. {103 Say, felows, how semys now me {104 To sit in seyte of trynyte? {105 I am so bright of ich a lym {106 I trow me seme as well as hym. {107 Angelus Malus 1 Thou art so fayre vnto my syght, {108 thou semys well to sytt on hight; {109 So thynke me that thou doyse. {110 Angelus Bonus 1 I rede ye leyfe that vanys royse, {111 ffor that seyte may non angell seme {112 So well as hym that all shall deme. {113 Angelus Bonus 2 I reyde ye sese of that ye sayn, {114 ffor well I wote ye carpe in vayne; {115 hit semyd hym neuer, ne neuer shall, {116 So well as hym that has maide all. {117 Angelus Malus 2 Now, and bi oght that I can witt, {118 he semys full well theron to sytt; {119 He is so fayre, withoutten les, {120 he semys full well to sytt on des. {121 therfor, felow, hold thi peasse, {122 and vmbithynke the what thou saysse. {123 he semys as well to sytt there {124 as god hymself, if he were here. {125 Lucifer leyf felow, thynk the not so? {126 Angelus Malus 1 Yee, god wote, so dos othere mo. {127 Angelus Bonus 1 Nay, forsoth, so thynk not vs. {128 Lucifer Now, therof a leke what rekys vs? {129 Syn I my self am so bright {130 therfor will I take a flyght. {131 Demon 1 Alas, alas, and wele-wo! {132 lucifer, whi fell thou so? {133 We, that were angels so fare, {134 and sat so hie aboue the ayere, {135 Now ar we waxen blak as any coyll, {136 and vgly, tatyrd as a foyll. {137 What alyd the, lucifer, to fall? {138 was thou not farist of angels all? {139 Brightist, and best, & most of luf {140 With god hym self, that syttys aboyf? {141 thou has maide [neyn,] there was [ten,] {142 thou art foull comyn from thi kyn; {143 thou art fallen, that was the teynd, {144 ffrom an angell to a feynd. {145 thou has vs doyn a vyle dispyte, {146 and broght thi self to sorow and sitt. {147 Alas, ther is noght els to say {148 bot we ar tynt for now and ay. {149 Demon 2 Alas, the ioy that we were In {150 haue we lost, for oure syn. {151 alas, that euer cam pride in thought, {152 ffor it has broght vs all to noght. {153 We were in myrth and Ioy enoghe {154 When lucifer to pride drogh. {155 Alas, we may warrie wikkyd pride, {156 so may ye all that standys be side; {157 We held, with hym ther he saide leasse, {158 and therfor haue we all vnpeasse. {159 Alas, alas, oure Ioye is tynt, {160 We mon haue payne that neuer shall stynt. {161 God Erthly bestys, that may crepe and go, {162 bryng ye furth and wax ye mo, {163 I se that it is good; {164 now make we man to oure liknes, {165 that shall be keper of more & les, {166 of fowles and fysh in flood. {167 spreyte of life I in the blaw, {168 good and ill both shall thou knaw; {169 rise vp, and stand bi me. {170 All that is in water or land, {171 It shall bow vnto thi hand, {172 and sufferan shall thou be; {173 I gif the witt, I gif the strenght, {174 of all thou sees, of brede & lengthe; {175 thou shall be wonder wise. {176 Myrth and Ioy to haue at will, {177 All thi likyng to fulfill, {178 and dwell in paradise. {179 This I make thi wonnyng playce, {180 ffull of myrth and of solace, {181 and I seasse the therin. {182 It is not good to be alone, {183 to walk here in this worthely wone, {184 In all this welthly wyn; {185 therfor, a rib I from the take, {186 therof shall be [maide] thi make, {187 And be to thi helpyng. {188 Ye both to gouerne that here is, {189 and euer more to be in blis, {190 ye wax in my blissyng. {191 ye shall have Ioye & blis therin, {192 whils ye will kepe you out of syn, {193 I say without[ten] lese. {194 Ryse vp, myn angell cherubyn, {195 Take and leyd theym both in, {196 And leyf them there in peasse. {197 Heris thou adam, and eue thi wife, {198 I forbede you the tre of life, {199 And I commaund, that it be gat, {200 Take which ye will, bot negh not that. {201 Adam, if thou breke my rede, {202 thou shall dye a dulfull dede. {203 Cherubim Oure lord, oure god, thi will be done; {204 I shall go with theym full sone. {205 ffor soth, my lord, I shall not sted {206 till I haue theym theder led. {207 we thank the, lord, with full good chere, {208 that has maide man to be oure feere. {209 Com furth, adam, I shall the leyd; {210 take tent to me, I shall the reyd. {211 I rede the thynk how thou art wroght, {212 and luf my lord, in all thi thoght, {213 That has maide the thrugh his will, {214 angels ordir to fulfill. {215 Many thyngys he has the giffen, {216 and maide the master of all that liffen; {217 He has forbed, the bot a tre; {218 look that thou let it be, {219 ffor if thou breke his commaundment, {220 thou skapys not bot thou be shent. {221 Weynd here in to paradise, {222 and luke now that ye be wyse, {223 And kepe you well, for I must go {224 vnto my lord, ther I cam fro. {225 Adam Almyghty lord, I thank it the {226 that is, and was, and shall be, {227 Of thi luf and of thi grace, {228 ffor now is here a mery place; {229 Eue, my felow, how thynk the this? {230 Eue A stede me thynk of Ioye and blis, {231 That god has giffen to the and me; {232 Withoutten ende blissyd be he. {233 Adam Eue, felow, abide me thore, {234 ffor I will go to viset more, {235 To se what trees that here been; {236 here ar well moo then we have seen, {237 Gresys, and othere small floures, {238 that smell full swete, of seyr coloures. {239 Eue Gladly, sir, I will full fayne; {240 When ye haue sene theym, com agane. {241 Adam Bot luke well, eue, my wife, {242 that thou negh not the tree of life; {243 ffor if thou do he bese ill paide; {244 then be we tynt, as he has saide. {245 Eue Go furth and play the all aboute, {246 I shall not negh it while thou art oute; {247 ffor be thou sekyr I were full loth {248 ffor any thyng that he were wroth. {249 Lucifer Who wend euer this tyme haue seyn? {250 We, that in sich myrth haue beyn, {251 That we shuld suffre so mych wo? {252 Who wold euer trow it shuld be so? {253 [Ten] orders in heuen were {254 of angels, that had offyce sere; {255 Of ich order, in thare degre, {256 the [teynd] parte fell downe with me; {257 ffor thay held with me that tyde, {258 and mantenyd me in my pride; {259 Bot herkyns, felows, what I say- {260 the Ioy that we haue lost for ay, {261 God has maide man with his hend, {262 to haue that blis withoutten end, {263 The neyn ordre to fulfill, {264 that after vs left, sich is his will. {265 And now ar thay in paradise; {266 bot thens thay shall, if we be wise. {267 The Killing of Abel Garcio All hayll, all hayll, both blithe and glad, {1 ffor here com I, a mery lad; {2 be peasse youre dyn, my master bad, {3 Or els the dwill you spede. {4 Wote ye not I com before? {5 Bot who that Ianglis any more {6 He must blaw my blak hoill bore', {7 both behynd, and before, {8 Till his tethe blede. {9 ffelows, here I you forbede {10 To make nother nose ne cry; {11 Who so is so hardy to do that dede {12 The dwill hang hym vp to dry. {13 Gedlyngis, I am a fulle grete wat, {14 A good yoman my master hat, {15 ffull well ye all hym ken; {16 Begyn he with you for to stryfe, {17 certis, then mon ye neuer thryfe; {18 Bot I trow, bi god on life, {19 Som of you ar his men. {20 Bot let youre lippis couer youre ten, {21 harlottis, euerichon! {22 ffor if my master com, welcom hym then. {23 ffarewell, for I am gone. {24 Cain Io furth, greyn-horne! and war oute, gryme! {25 Drawes on! god gif you ill to tyme! {26 Ye stand as ye were fallen in swyme; {27 What! will ye no forther, mare? {28 War! let me se how down will draw; {29 Yit, shrew, yit, pull on a thraw! {30 What! it semys for me ye stand none aw! {31 I say, donnyng, go fare! {32 A, ha! god gif the soro & care! {33 lo! now hard she what I saide; {34 now yit art thou the warst mare {35 In plogh that euer I haide. {36 How! pike-harnes, how! com heder belife! {37 Garcio I fend, godis forbot, that euer thou thrife! {38 Cain What, boy, shal I both hold and drife? {39 heris thou not how I cry? {40 Garcio Say, mall and stott, will ye not go? {41 Lemyng, morell, white-horne, Io! {42 now will ye not se how thay hy? {43 Cain Gog gif the sorow, boy; want of mete it gars. {44 Garcio thare prouand, sir, for thi, I lay behynd thare ars, {45 And tyes them fast bi the nekis, {46 With many stanys in thare hekis. {47 Cain That shall bi thi fals chekis. {48 Garcio And haue agane as right. {49 Cain I am thi master, wilt thou fight? {50 Garcio Yai, with the same mesure and weght {51 That I boro will I qwite. {52 Cain We! now, no thyng, bot call on tyte, {53 that we had ployde this land. {54 harrer, morell, iofurth, hyte! {55 and let the plogh stand. {56 Abel God, as he both may and can, {57 Spede the, brother, & thi man. {58 Cain Com kis myne ars, me list not ban, {59 As welcom standis ther oute. {60 Thou shuld haue bide til thou were cald; {61 Com nar, & other drife or hald, {62 and kys the dwillis toute. {63 Go grese thi shepe vnder the toute, {64 ffor that is the moste lefe. {65 Abel broder, ther is none here aboute {66 that wold the any grefe; {67 bot, leif brother, here my sawe- {68 It is the custom of oure law, {69 All that wyrk as the wise {70 shall worship god with sacrifice. {71 Oure fader vs bad, oure fader vs kend, {72 that oure tend shuld be brend. {73 Com furth, brothere, and let vs gang {74 To worship god; we dwell full lang; {75 Gif we hym parte of oure fee, {76 Corne or catall, wheder it be. {77 And therfor, brother, let vs weynd, {78 And first clens vs from the feynd {79 or we make sacrifice; {80 Then blis withoutten end {81 get we for oure seruyce, {82 Of hym that is oure saulis leche. {83 Cain How! let furth youre geyse, the fox will preche; {84 How long wilt thou me appech {85 With thi sermonyng? {86 Hold thi tong, yit I say, {87 Euen ther the good wife strokid the hay; {88 Or sit downe in the dwill way, {89 With thi vayn carpyng. {90 Shuld I leife my plogh & all thyng {91 And go with the to make offeryng? {92 Nay! thou fyndys me not so mad! {93 Go to the dwill, and say I bad! {94 What gifys god the to rose hym so? {95 me gifys he noght bot soro and wo. {96 Abel Caym, leife this vayn carpyng, {97 ffor god giffys the all thi lifyng. {98 Cain Yit boroed I neuer a farthyng {99 of hym, here my hend. {100 Abel Brother, as elders haue vs kend, {101 ffirst shuld, we tend with oure hend, {102 and to his lofyng sithen be brend. {103 Cain My farthyng is in the preest hand {104 syn last tyme I offyrd. {105 Abel leif brother, let vs be walkand; {106 I wold oure tend were profyrd. {107 Cain We! wherof shuld I tend, leif brothere? {108 ffor I am ich yere wars then othere, {109 here my trouth it is none othere; {110 My wynnyngis ar bot meyn, {111 No wonder if that I be leyn; {112 ffull long till hym I may me meyn, {113 ffor bi hym that me dere boght, {114 I traw that he will leyn me noght. {115 Abel Yis, all the good thou has in wone {116 Of godis grace is bot a lone. {117 Cain Lenys he me, as come thrift apon the so? {118 ffor he has euer yit beyn my fo; {119 ffor had he my freynd, beyn, {120 Other gatis it had beyn seyn. {121 When all mens corn was fayre in feld, {122 Then was myne not worth a neld; {123 When I shuld saw, & wantyd seyde, {124 And of corn had full grete neyde, {125 Then gaf he me none of his, {126 No more will I gif hym of this. {127 hardely hold me to blame {128 bot if I serue hym of the same. {129 Abel Leif brother, say not so, {130 bot let vs furth togeder go; {131 Good brother, let vs weynd sone, {132 no longer here I rede we hone. {133 Cain Yei, yei, thou Iangyls waste; {134 the dwill me spede if I haue hast, {135 As long as I may lif, {136 to dele my good or gif {137 Ather to god or yit to man, {138 of any good that euer I wan; {139 ffor had I giffen away my goode, {140 then myght I go with a ryffen hood, {141 And it is better hold that I haue {142 then go from doore to doore & craue. {143 Abel Brother, com furth, in godis name, {144 I am full ferd, that we get blame; {145 Hy we fast that we were thore. {146 Cain We! ryn on, in the dwills nayme Before! {147 Wemay, man, I hold the mad! {148 wenys thou now that I list gad {149 To gif away my warldis aght? {150 the dwill hym spede that me so taght! {151 what nede had I my trauell to lose, {152 to were my shoyn & ryfe my hose? {153 Abel Dere brother, hit were grete wonder {154 that I & thou shuld go in sonder, {155 Then wold oure fader haue grete ferly; {156 Ar we not brether, thou & I? {157 Cain No, bot cry on, cry, whyls the thynk good; {158 Here my trowth, I hold the woode; {159 Wheder that he be blithe or wroth {160 to dele my good is me full lothe. {161 I haue gone oft on softer wise {162 ther I trowed som prow wold rise. {163 Bot well I se go must I nede; {164 now weynd before, ill myght thou spede! {165 syn that we shall algatis go. {166 Abel leif brother, whi sais thou so? {167 Bot go we furth both togeder; {168 blissid, be god we haue fare weder. {169 Cain lay downe thi trussell apon this hill. {170 Abel fforsoth broder, so I will: {171 Gog of heuen, take it to good. {172 Cain Thou shall tend first if thou were wood. {173 Abel God that shope both erth and heuen, {174 I pray to the thou here my steven, {175 And take in thank, if thi will be, {176 the tend that I offre here to the; {177 ffor I gif it in good entent {178 to the, my lord, that all has sent. {179 I bren it now, with stedfast thoght, {180 In worship of hym that all has wroght. {181 Cain Ryse! let me now, syn thou has done; {182 lord of heuen, thou here my boyne! {183 And ouer, godis forbot, be to the {184 thank or thew to kun me; {185 ffor, as browke I thise two shankys, {186 It is full sore, myne vnthankys, {187 The teynd that I here gif to the, {188 of corn, or thyng, that newys me; {189 Bot now begyn will I then, {190 syn I must nede my tend to bren. {191 Oone shefe, oone, and this makys two, {192 bot nawder of thise may I forgo: {193 Two, two, now this is thre, {194 yei, this also shall leif with me: {195 ffor I will chose and best haue, {196 this hold I thrift of all this thrafe; {197 Wemo, wemo, foure, lo, here! {198 better groved, me no this yere. {199 At yere tyme I sew fayre corn, {200 yit was it sich when it was shorne, {201 Thystyls & brerys, yei grete plente, {202 And all kyn wedis that myght be. {203 ffoure shefis, foure, lo, this makis fyfe- {204 deyll I fast thus long or I thrife- {205 ffyfe and sex, now this is sevyn, {206 bot this gettis neuer god of heuen; {207 Nor none of thise foure, at my myght, {208 shall neuer com in godis sight. {209 Sevyn, sevyn, now this is aght, {210 Abel Cain, brother, thou art not god betaght. {211 Cain We! therfor is it that I say, {212 ffor I will not deyle my good away: {213 Bot had I gyffen hym this to teynd {214 Then wold thou say he were my Freynd; {215 Bot I thynk not, bi my hode, {216 To departe so lightly fro my goode. {217 we! aght, aght, & neyn, & ten is this, {218 we! this may we best mys. {219 Gif hym that that ligis thore? {220 It goyse agans myn hart full sore. {221 Abel Cam! teynd right of all bedeyn. {222 Cain we! lo twelve, fyfteyn, sexteyn {223 Abel Caym, thou tendis wrang, and of the warst. {224 Cain we! com nar, and hide myne een; {225 In the wenyand wist ye now at last, {226 Or els will thou that I wynk? {227 then shall I doy no wrong, me thynk. {228 let me se now how it is- {229 lo, yit I hold me paide; {230 I teyndyd wonder well bi ges, {231 And so euen I laide. {232 Abel Came, of god me thynke thou has no drede. {233 Cain Now and he get more, the dwill me spede! {234 As mych as oone reepe, {235 ffor that cam hym full light chepe; {236 Not as mekill, grete ne small, {237 as he myght wipe his ars with all. {238 ffor that, and this that lyys here, {239 haue cost me full dere; {240 Or it was shorne, and broght in stak, {241 had I many a wery bak; {242 Therfor aske me no more of this, {243 ffor I haue giffen that my will is. {244 Abel Cam, I rede thou tend right {245 ffor drede of hym that sittis on hight. {246 Cain How that I tend, rek the neuer a deill, {247 bot tend thi skabbid shepe wele; {248 ffor if thou to my teynd tent take, {249 It bese the wars for thi sake. {250 Thou wold I gaf hym this shefe, or this sheyfe; {251 na, nawder of thise [two] wil I leife; {252 Bot take this, now has he two, {253 and for my saull now mot it go, {254 Bot it gos sore agans my will, {255 and shal he like full ill. {256 Abel Cam, I reyde thou so teynd {257 that god of heuen be thi freynd. {258 Cain My freynd? na, not bot if he will! {259 I did hym neuer yit bot skill. {260 If he be neuer so my fo, {261 I am avisid, gif hym no mo; {262 Bot chaunge thi conscience, as I do myn, {263 yit teynd thou not thi mesel swyne? {264 Abel If thou teynd right thou mon it fynde. {265 Cain Yei, kys the dwills ars behynde; {266 The dwill hang the bi the nek! {267 how that I teynd, neuer thou rek. {268 Will thou not yit hold thi peasse? {269 of this Ianglyng I reyde thou seasse. {270 And teynd I well, or tend I ill, {271 bere the euen & speke bot skill. {272 Bot now syn thou has teyndid thyne, {273 Now will I set fyr on myne. {274 We! out! haro! help to blaw! {275 It will not bren for me, I traw; {276 Puf! this smoke dos me mych shame- {277 now bren, in the dwillys name! {278 A! what dwill of hell is it? {279 Almost had myne breth beyn dit. {280 had I blawen oone blast more {281 I had beyn choked right thore; {282 It stank like the dwill in hell, {283 that longer ther myght I not dwell. {284 Abel Cam, this is not worth oone leke; {285 thy tend shuld bren withoutten smeke. {286 Cain Com kys the dwill right in the ars, {287 for the it brens bot the wars; {288 I wold that it were in thi throte, {289 ffyr, & shefe, and ich a sprote. {290 God Cam, whi art thou so rebell {291 Agans thi brother abell? {292 Thar thou nowther flyte ne chyde, {293 if thou tend right thou gettis thi mede; {294 And be thou sekir, if thou teynd fals, {295 thou bese alowed ther after als. {296 Cain Whi, who is that hob-ouer-the-wall? {297 we! who was that that piped so small? {298 Com go we hens, for perels all; {299 God is out of hys wit. {300 Com furth, abell, & let vs weynd; {301 Me thynk that god is not my freynd, {302 on land then will I flyt. {303 Abel A, Caym, brother, that is ill done. {304 Cain No, bot go we hens sone; {305 And if I may, I shall be {306 ther as god shall not me see. {307 Abel Dere brother, I will fayre {308 on feld ther oure bestis ar, {309 To looke if thay be holgh or full. {310 Cain Na, na, abide, we haue a craw to pull; {311 Hark, speke with me or thou go; {312 what! wenys thou to skape so? {313 we! na! I aght the a fowll dispyte, {314 and now is tyme that I hit qwite. {315 Abel Brother, whi art thou so to me in Ire? {316 Cain we! theyf, whi brend thi tend so shyre? {317 Ther myne did bot smoked {318 right as it wold vs both haue choked. {319 Abel Godis will I trow it were {320 that myn brened so clere; {321 If thyne smoked am I to wite? {322 Cain we! yei! that shal thou sore abite; {323 with cheke bon, or that I blyn, {324 shal I the & thi life twyn; {325 So lig down ther and take thi rest, {326 thus shall shrewes be chastysed best. {327 Abel Veniance, veniance, lord, I cry! {328 for I am slayn, & not gilty. {329 Cain Yei, ly ther old shrew, ly ther, ly! {330 And if any of you thynk I did amys {331 I shal it amend wars then it is, {332 that all men may it se: {333 well wars then it is {334 right so shall it be. {335 Bot now, syn he is Broght on Slepe, {336 Into Som hole fayn wold I crepe; {337 ffor ferd I qwake and can no rede, {338 ffor be I taken, I be bot dede; {339 here will I lig thise fourty dayes, {340 And I shrew hym that me fyrst rayse. {341 God Caym, Caym! {342 Cain who is that that callis me? I am yonder, may thou not se? {343 God Caym, where is thi brother abell? {344 Cain what askis thou me? I trow at hell: {345 At hell I trow he be- {346 who so were ther then myght he se- {347 Or somwhere fallen on slepyng; {348 when was he in my kepyng? {349 God Caym, Caym, thou was wode; {350 The voyce of thi brotheris blode {351 That thou has slayn, on fals wise, {352 from erth to heuen venyance cryse. {353 And, for thou has broght thi brother downe, {354 here I gif the my malison. {355 Cain Yei, dele aboute the, for I will none, {356 or take it the when I am gone. {357 Syn I haue done so mekill syn, {358 that I may not thi mercy wyn, {359 And thou thus dos me from thi grace, {360 I shall hyde me fro thi face; {361 And where so any man may fynd me, {362 Let hym slo me hardely; {363 And where so any man may me meyte, {364 Ayther bi sty, or yit bi strete; {365 And hardely, when I am dede, {366 bery me in gudeboure at the quarell hede, {367 ffor, may I pas this place in quarte, {368 bi all men set I not a fart. {369 God Nay, caym, it bese not so; {370 I will that no man other slo, {371 ffor he that sloys yong or old {372 It shall be punyshid sevenfold. {373 Cain No force, I wote wheder I shall; {374 In hell I wote mon be my stall. {375 It is no boyte mercy to craue, {376 ffor if I do I mon none haue; {377 Bot this cors I wold were hid, {378 ffor som man myght com at vngayn, {379 `ffle fals shrew,' wold he bid, {380 And weyn I had my brother slayn. {381 Bot were pike-harnes, my knafe, here, {382 we shuld bery hym both in fere. {383 How, pyke-harnes, scape-thryft! how, pike-harnes, how! {384 Garcio Master, master! {385 Cain harstow, boy? ther is a podyng in the pot; {386 take the that, boy, tak the that! {387 Garcio I shrew thi ball vnder thi hode, {388 If thou were my syre of flesh & blode; {389 All the day to ryn and trott, {390 And euer amang thou strykeand, {391 Thus am I comen bofettis to fott. {392 Cain Peas, man, I did it bot to vse my hand; {393 Bot Harke, boy, I haue a counsell to the to Say- {394 I slogh my brother this same day; {395 I pray the, good boy, and thou may, {396 to ryn away with the bayn. {397 Garcio We! out apon the, thefe! {398 has thou thi brother slayn? {399 Cain Peasse, man, for godis payn! {400 I saide it for a skaunce. {401 Garcio Yey, bot for ferde of grevance {402 here I the forsake; {403 we mon haue a mekill myschaunce {404 and the bayles vs take. {405 Cain A, sir, I cry you mercy; seasse! {406 and I shall make you a releasse. {407 Garcio what, wilt thou cry my peasse {408 thrughout this land,? {409 Cain Yey, that I gif god a vow, belife. Garcio how will thou do long or thou thrife? {410 Cain Stand vp, my good boy, belife, {411 and thaym peasse both man & [w]ife; {412 And who so will do after me {413 ffull slape of thrift then shal he be. {414 Bot thou must be my good boy, {415 and cry oyes, oyes, oy! {416 Garcio Browes, browes, to thi boy. {417 Cain I commaund, you in the kyngis nayme, {418 Garcio And in my masteres, fals Cayme, {419 Cain That no man at thame fynd fawt ne blame. {420 Garcio Yey, cold rost is at my masteres hame. {421 Cain Nowther with hym nor with his knafe, {422 Garcio What, I hope my master rafe. {423 Cain ffor thay ar trew, full many fold. {424 Garcio My master suppys no coyle bot cold. {425 Cain The kyng wrytis you vntill. {426 Garcio Yit ete I neuer half my fill. {427 Cain The kyng will that thay be safe, {428 Garcio Yey, a draght of drynke fayne wold I hayfe. {429 Cain At thare awne will let tham wafe; {430 Garcio My stomak is redy to receyfe. {431 Cain Loke no man say to theym, on nor other; {432 Garcio This same is he that slo his brother. {433 Cain Byd euery man thaym luf and lowt, {434 Garcio Yey, ill spon weft ay comes foule out. {435 Cain long or thou get thi hoyse and thou go thus aboute. {436 Byd euery man theym pleasse to pay. {437 Garcio Yey, gif don, thyne hors, a wisp of hay. {438 Cain we! com downe in twenty dwill way, {439 The dwill I the betake; {440 ffor bot it were abell, my brothere, {441 yit knew I neuer thi make. {442 Garcio Now old and yong, or that ye weynd, {443 The same blissyng withoutten end, {444 All sam then' shall ye haue, {445 That god of heuen my master has giffen; {446 Browke it well, whils that ye liffen, {447 he vowche it full well safe. {448 Cain Com downe yit in the dwillis way, {449 And angre me no more; {450 And take yond plogh, I say, {451 And weynd the furth fast before; {452 And I shall, if I may, {453 Tech the another lore; {454 I warn the lad, for ay, {455 ffro now furth, euermore, {456 That thou greue me noght; {457 ffor, bi Godis sydis, if thou do, {458 I shall hang the apon this plo, {459 with this rope, lo, lad, lo! {460 By hym that me dere boght. {461 Now fayre well, felows all, {462 ffor I must nedis weynd, {463 And to the dwill be thrall, {464 warld, withoutten end. {465 Ordand ther is my stall, {466 with sathanas the feynd, {467 Euer ill myght hym befall {468 that theder me commend, {469 This tyde. {470 ffare well les, & fare well more, {471 ffor now and euer more, {472 I will go me to hyde. {473 Noah and the Ark Noah Myghtfull god veray / Maker of all that is, {1 Thre persons withoutten nay / oone god in endles blis, {2 Thou maide both nyght & day / beest, fowle, & fysh, {3 All creatures that lif may / wroght thou at thi wish, {4 As thou wel myght; {5 The son, the moyne, verament, {6 Thou maide; the firmament, {7 The sternes also full feruent, {8 To shyne thou maide ful bright. {9 Angels thou maide ful euen / all orders that is, {10 To haue the blis in heuen / this did thou more & les, {11 ffull mervelus to neuen / yit was ther vnkyndnes, {12 More bi foldis seuen / then I can well expres; {13 ffor whi? {14 Of all angels in brightnes {15 God gaf lucifer most lightnes, {16 Yit prowdly he flyt his des, {17 And set hym euen hym by. {18 He thoght hymself as worthi / as hym that hym made, {19 In brightnes, in bewty / therfor he hym degrade; {20 put hym in a low degre / soyn after, in a brade, {21 hym and all his menye / wher he may be vnglad, {22 ffor euer. {23 shall thay neuer wyn away {24 hence vnto domysday, {25 Bot burne in bayle for ay, {26 shall thay neuer dysseuer. {27 Soyne after that gracyous lord / to his liknes maide man, {28 That place to be restord / euen as he began, {29 Of the trinite bi accord, / Adam & eue that woman, {30 To multiplie without discord, / In paradise put he thaym, {31 And sithen to both {32 Gaf in commaundement, {33 On the tre of life to lay no hend; {34 Bot yit the fals feynd, {35 Made hym with man wroth, {36 Entysyd man to glotony / styrd him to syn in pride; {37 Bot in paradise securly / myght no syn abide, {38 And therfor man full hastely / was put out, in that tyde, {39 In wo & wandreth for to be / In paynes full vnrid, {40 To knawe, {41 ffyrst in erth, in sythen in hell {42 with feyndis for to dwell, {43 Bot he his mercy mell {44 To those that will hym trawe. {45 Oyle of mercy he Hus hight / As I haue Hard red, {46 To euery lifyng wight / that wold luf hym and dred, {47 Bot now before his sight / euery liffyng leyde, {48 Most party day and nyght / syn in word and dede {49 ffull bold; {50 Som in pride, Ire and enuy, {51 Som in Couet[yse] & glotyny, {52 Som in sloth and lechery, {53 And other wise many fold. {54 Therfor I drede lest god / on vs will take veniance, {55 ffor syn is now alod / without any repentance; {56 Sex hundreth yeris & od / haue I, without distance, {57 In erth, as any sod, / liffyd with grete grevance {58 All way; {59 And now I wax old, {60 seke, sory, and cold, {61 As muk apon mold {62 I widder away; {63 Bot yit will I cry / for mercy and call; {64 Noe thi seruant, am I / lord ouer all! {65 Therfor me and my fry / shal with me fall; {66 saue from velany / and bryng to thi hall {67 In heuen; {68 And kepe me from syn, {69 This warld, within; {70 Comly kyng of mankyn, {71 I pray the here my stevyn! {72 God Syn I haue maide all thyng / that is liffand, {73 Duke, emperour, and kyng / with myne awne hand, {74 ffor to haue thare likyng / bi see & bi sand, {75 Euery man to my bydyng / shuld, be bowand {76 ffull feruent; {77 That maide man sich a creatoure, {78 ffarest of favoure, {79 Man must luf me paramoure, {80 by reson, and repent. {81 Me thoght I shewed man luf / when I made hym to be {82 All angels abuf / like to the trynyte; {83 And now in grete reprufe / full low ligis he, {84 In erth hymself to stuf / with syn that displeasse me {85 Most of all; {86 Veniance will I take, {87 In erth for syn sake, {88 My grame thus will I wake, {89 both of grete and small. {90 I repente full sore / that euer maide I man, {91 Bi me he settis no store / and I am his soferan; {92 I will distroy therfor / Both beest, man, and woman, {93 All shall perish les and more / that bargan may thay ban, {94 That ill has done. {95 In erth I se right noght {96 Bot syn that is vnsoght; {97 Of those that well has wroght {98 ffynd, I bot a fone. {99 Therfor shall I fordo / All this medill-erd {100 with floodis that shall flo / & ryn with hidous rerd; {101 I haue good cause therto / ffor me no man is ferd, {102 As I say shal I do / of veniance draw my swerd, {103 And make end, {104 of all that beris life, {105 Sayf noe and his wife, {106 ffor that wold neuer stryfe {107 With me [ne] me offend. {108 hym to mekill wyn / hastly will I go, {109 To noe my seruand, or I blyn / to warn hym of his wo. {110 In erth I se bot syn / reynand to and fro, {111 Emang both more & myn / ichon other fo; {112 With all thare entent; {113 All shall I fordo {114 with floodis that shall floo, {115 wirk shall I thaym wo, {116 That will not repent. {117 Noe, my freend, I thee commaund / from cares the to keyle, {118 A ship that thou ordand / of nayle and bord, ful wele. {119 Thou was alway well wirkand / to me trew as stele, {120 To my bydyng obediand / frendship shal thou fele {121 To mede; {122 of lennthe thi ship be {123 Thre hundreth cubettis, warn I the, {124 Of heght euen thrirte, {125 of fyfty als in brede. {126 Anoynt thi ship with pik and tar / without & als within, {127 The water out to spar / this is a noble gyn; {128 look no man the mar / thre chese chambres begyn, {129 Thou must spend many a spar / this wark or thou wyn {130 To end fully. {131 Make in thi ship also, {132 parloures oone or two, {133 And houses of offyce mo, {134 ffor beestis that ther must be. {135 Oone cubite on hight / A wyndo shal thou make; {136 on the syde a doore with slyght / be-neyth shal thou take; {137 With the shal no man fyght / nor do the no kyn wrake. {138 When all is doyne thus right / thi wife, that is thi make, {139 Take in to the; {140 Thi sonnes of good fame, {141 Sem, Iaphet, and Came, {142 Take in also hame, {143 Thare wifis also thre. {144 ffor all shal be fordone / that lif in land bot ye, {145 with floodis that from abone / shal fall, & that plente; {146 It shall begyn full sone / to rayn vncessantle, {147 After dayes seuen be done / and induyr dayes fourty, {148 withoutten fayll. {149 Take to thi ship also {150 of ich kynd beestis two, {151 Mayll & femayll, bot no mo, {152 Or thou pull vp thi sayll. {153 ffor thay may the avayll / when al this thyng is wroght; {154 Stuf thi ship with vitayll, / ffor hungre that ye perish noght; {155 Of beestis, foull, and catayll / ffor thaym haue thou in thoght, {156 ffor thaym is my counsayll / that som socour be soght, {157 In hast; {158 Thay must haue corn and hay, {159 And oder mete alway; {160 Do now as I the say, {161 In the name of the holy gast. {162 Noah A! benedicite! / what art thou that thus {163 Tellys afore that shall be? / thou art full mervelus! {164 Tell me, for charite / thi name so gracius. {165 God My name is of dignyte / and also full glorius {166 To knawe. {167 I am god most myghty, {168 Oone god in trynyty, {169 Made the and ich man to be; {170 To luf me well thou awe. {171 Noah I thank the, lord, so dere / that wold, vowch sayf {172 Thus low to appere / to a symple knafe; {173 Blis vs, lord, here / for charite I hit crafe, {174 The better may we stere / the ship that we shall hafe, {175 Certayn. {176 God Noe, to the and to thi fry {177 My blyssyng graunt I; {178 Ye shall wax and multiply, {179 And fill the erth agane, {180 When all thise floodis ar past / and fully gone away. {181 Noah lord, homward will I hast / as fast as that I may; {182 My [wife] will I frast / what she will say, {183 And I am agast / that we get som fray {184 Betwixt vs both; {185 ffor she is full tethee, {186 ffor litill oft angre, {187 If any thyng wrang be, {188 Soyne is she wroth. {189 God spede, dere wife / how fayre ye? {190 Uxor Now, as euer myght I thryfe / the wars I thee see; {191 Do tell me belife / where has thou thus long be? {192 To dede may we dryfe / or lif for the, {193 ffor want. {194 When we swete or swynk, {195 thou dos what thou thynk, {196 Yit of mete and of drynk {197 haue we veray skant. {198 Noah Wife, we ar hard, sted / with tythyngis new. {199 Uxor Bot thou were worthi be cled / In stafford blew; {200 ffor thou art alway adred / be it fals or trew; {201 Bot god knowes I am led / and that may I rew, {202 ffull ill; {203 ffor I dar be thi borow, {204 ffrom euen vnto morow, {205 Thou spekis euer of sorow; {206 God send the onys thi fill! {207 We women may wary / all ill husbandis; {208 I haue oone, bi mary! / that lowsyd me of my bandis; {209 If he teyn I must tary / how so euer it standis, {210 With seymland full sory, / wryngand both my handis {211 ffor drede. {212 Bot yit other while, {213 What with gam & with gyle, {214 I shall smyte and smyle, {215 And qwite hym his mede. {216 Noah We! hold, thi tong, ram-skyt / or I shall the still. {217 Uxor By my thryft, if thou smyte / I shal turne the vntill. {218 Noah We shall assay as tyte / haue at the, gill! {219 Apon the bone shal it byte. / {220 Uxor A, so, mary! thou smytis ill! Bot I suppose {221 I shal not in thi det, {222 fflyt of this flett! {223 Take the ther a langett {224 To tye vp thi hose! {225 Noah A! wilt thou so? / mary, that is myne. {226 Uxor Thou shal thre for two / I swere bi godis pyne. {227 Noah And I shall qwyte the tho / In fayth or syne. {228 Uxor Out apon the, ho! / {229 Noah Thou can both byte and whyne, with a rerd; {230 ffor all if she stryke, {231 yit fast will she skryke, {232 In fayth I hold, none slyke {233 In all medill-erd; {234 Bot I will kepe charyte / ffor I haue at do. {235 Uxor Here shal no man tary the / I pray the go to! {236 ffull well may we mys the / as euer haue I ro; {237 To spyn will I dres me. / {238 Noah We! fare well, lo; Bot wife, {239 Pray for me besele, {240 To eft I com vnto the. {241 Uxor Euen as thou prays for me, {242 As euer myght I thrife. {243 Noah I tary full Lang / Fro my warke, I traw; {244 Now my gere will I fang / and thederward draw; {245 I may full ill gang / the soth for to knaw, {246 Bot if god help amang / I may sit downe daw {247 To ken; {248 Now assay will I {249 how I can of wrightry, {250 In nomine patris, & filii, {251 Et spiritus sanncti, Amen. {252 To begyn of this tree / my bonys will I bend, {253 I traw from the trynyte / socoure will be send, {254 It fayres full fayre, thynk me / this wark to my hend; {255 Now blissid be he / that this can amend. {256 lo, here the lenght, {257 Thre hundreth cubettis euenly, {258 of breed lo is it fyfty, {259 The heght is euen thyrty {260 Cubettis full strenght. {261 Now my gowne will I cast / and wyrk in my cote, {262 Make will I the mast / or I flyt oone foote, {263 A! my bak, I traw, will brast! / this is a sory note! {264 hit is wonder that I last / sich an old, dote {265 All dold, {266 To begyn sich a wark! {267 My bonys ar so stark, {268 No wonder if thay wark, {269 ffor I am full old. {270 The top and the sayll / both will I make, {271 The helme and the castell / also will I take, {272 To drife ich a nayll / will I not forsake, {273 This gere may neuer fayll / that dar I vndertake {274 Onone. {275 This is a nobull gyn, {276 Thise nayles so thay ryn, {277 Thoro more and myn, {278 Thise bordis ichon; {279 wyndow and doore / euen as he saide, {280 Thre ches chambre / thay ar well maide, {281 Pyk & tar full sure / ther apon laide, {282 This will euer endure / therof am I paide; {283 ffor why? {284 It is better wroght {285 Then I coude haif thoght; {286 hym that maide all of noght {287 I thank oonly. {288 Now will I hy me / and no thyng be leder, {289 My wife and my meneye / to bryng euen heder. {290 Tent hedir tydely / wife, and consider, {291 hens must vs fle / All sam togeder {292 In hast. {293 Uxor Whi, syr, what alis you? {294 Who is that asalis you? {295 To fle it avalis you, {296 And ye be agast. {297 Noah Ther is garn on the reyll / other, my dame. {298 Uxor Tell me that ich a deyll / els get ye blame. {299 Noah He that cares may keill / blissid be his name! {300 he has for oure seyll / to sheld vs fro shame, {301 And sayd, {302 All this warld aboute {303 With floodis so stoute, {304 That shall ryn on a route, {305 Shall be ouerlaide. {306 he saide all shall be slayn / bot oonely we, {307 Oure barnes that ar bayn / and thare wifis thre; {308 A ship he bad me ordayn / to safe vs & oure fee, {309 Therfor with all oure mayn / thank we that fre {310 Beytter of bayll; {311 hy vs fast, go we thedir. {312 Uxor I wote neuer whedir, {313 I dase and I dedir {314 ffor ferd of that tayll. {315 Noah Be not aferd, haue done / trus sam oure gere, {316 That we be ther or none / without more dere. {317 Primus Filius It shall be done full sone / brether, help to bere. {318 Secundus Filius ffull long shall I not hoyne / to do my devere, {319 Brether sam. {320 Tertius Filius without any yelp, {321 At my myght shall I help. {322 Uxor Yit for drede of a skelp {323 help well thi dam. {324 Noah Now ar we there / as we shuld be; {325 Do get in oure gere / oure catall and fe, {326 In to this vessell here / my chylder fre. {327 Uxor I was neuer bard ere / As euer myght I the, {328 In sich an oostre as this. {329 In fath I can not fynd {330 which is before, which is behynd; {331 Bot shall we here be pynd, {332 Noe, as haue thou blis? {333 Noah Dame, as it is skill / here must vs abide grace; {334 Therfor, wife, with good will / com into this place. {335 Uxor Sir, for Iak nor for gill / will I turne my face {336 Till I haue on this hill / spon a space {337 on my rok; {338 Well were he, myght get me, {339 Now will I downe set me, {340 Yit reede I no man let me, {341 ffor drede of a knok. {342 Noah Behold to the heuen / the cateractes all, {343 That are open full euen / grete and small, {344 And the planettis seuen / left has thare stall, {345 Thise thoners and levyn / downe gar fall {346 ffull stout, {347 Both halles and bowers, {348 Castels and towres; {349 ffull sharp ar thise showers, {350 that renys aboute; {351 Therfor, wife, haue done / com into ship fast. {352 Uxor Yei, noe, go cloute thi shone / the better will thai last. {353 Prima Mulier Good moder, com in sone / ffor all is ouer cast, {354 Both the son and the mone. / {355 Secunda Mulier and many wynd blast ffull sharp; {356 Thise floodis so thay ryn, {357 Therfor moder come in. {358 Uxor In fayth yit will I spyn; {359 All in vayn ye carp. {360 Tercius Mulier If ye like ye may spyn / Moder, in the ship. {361 Noah Now is this twyys com in / dame, on my frenship. {362 Uxor Wheder I lose or I wyn / In fayth, thi felowship, {363 set I not a pyn / this spyndill will I slip {364 Apon this hill, {365 Or I styr oone fote. {366 Noah Peter! I traw we dote; {367 without any more note {368 Come in if ye will. {369 Uxor Yei, water nyghys so nere / that I sit not dry, {370 Into ship with a byr / therfor will I hy {371 ffor drede that I drone here. / {372 Noah dame, securly, It bees boght full dere / ye abode so long by {373 out of ship. {374 Uxor I will not, for thi bydyng, {375 go from doore to mydyng. {376 Noah In fayth, and for youre long taryyng {377 Ye shal lik on the whyp. {378 Uxor Spare me not, I pray the / bot euen as thou thynk, {379 Thise grete wordis shall not flay me. / {380 Noah Abide, dame, and drynk ffor betyn shall thou be / with this staf to thou stynk; {381 Ar strokis good? say me. / {382 Uxor what say ye, wat wynk? Noah speke! {383 Cry me mercy, I say! {384 Uxor Therto say I nay. {385 Noah Bot thou do, bi this day, {386 Thi hede shall I breke. {387 Uxor Lord, I were at ese / and hertely full hoylle, {388 Might I onys haue a measse / of wedows coyll; {389 ffor thi saull, without lese / shuld I dele penny doyll, {390 so wold mo, no frese / that I se on this sole {391 of wifis that ar here, {392 ffor the life that thay leyd, {393 Wold thare husbandis were dede, {394 ffor, as euer ete I brede, {395 So wold I oure syre were. {396 Noah Yee men that has wifis / whyls they ar yong, {397 If ye luf youre lifis / chastice thare tong: {398 Me thynk my hert ryfis / both levyr and long, {399 To se sich stryfis / wedmen emong; {400 Bot I, {401 As haue I blys, {402 shall chastyse this. {403 Uxor Yit may ye mys, {404 Nicholl nedy! {405 Noah I shall make the still as stone / begynnar of blunder! {406 I shall bete the bak and bone / and breke all in sonder. {407 Uxor Out, alas, I am gone! / oute apon the, mans wonder! {408 Noah Se how she can grone / and I lig vnder; {409 Bot, wife, {410 In this hast let vs ho, {411 ffor my bak is nere in two. {412 Uxor And I am bet so blo {413 That I may not thryfe. {414 Primus Filius A! whi fare ye thus? / ffader and moder both! {415 Secundus Filius Ye shuld not be so spitus / standyng in sich a woth. {416 Tertius Filius Thise ar so hidus / with many a cold coth. {417 Noah we will do as ye bid vs / we will no more be wroth, {418 Dere barnes! {419 Now to the helme will I hent, {420 And to my ship tent. {421 Uxor I se on the firmament, {422 Me thynk, the seven starnes. {423 Noah This is a grete flood / wife, take hede. {424 Uxor So me thoght, as I stode / we ar in grete drede; {425 Thise wawghes ar so wode. / {426 Noah help, god, in this nede! As thou art stere-man good / and best, as I rede, {427 Of all; {428 Thou rewle vs in this rase, {429 As thou me behete hase. {430 Uxor This is a perlous case: {431 help, god, when we call! {432 Noah Wife, tent the stere-tre / and I shall asay {433 The depnes of the see / that we bere, if I may. {434 Uxor That shall I do ful wysely / now go thi way, {435 ffor apon this flood haue we / flett many day, {436 with pyne. {437 Noah Now the water will I sownd: {438 A! it is far to the grownd; {439 This trauell I expownd {440 had I to tyne. {441 Aboue all hillys bedeyn / the water is rysen late {442 Cubettis fyfteyn, / bot in a highter state {443 It may not be, I weyn / for this well I wate, {444 This forty dayes has rayn beyn / It will therfor abate {445 Full lele. {446 This water in hast, {447 eft will I tast; {448 Now am I agast, {449 It is wanyd a grete dele. {450 Now are the weders cest / and cateractes knyt, {451 Both the most and the leest. / {452 Uxor Me thynk, bi my wit, The son shynes in the eest / lo is not yond it? {453 we shuld haue a good feest / were thise floodis flyt {454 So spytus. {455 Noah we haue been here, all we, {456 thre hundreth dayes and fyfty. {457 Uxor Yei, now wanys the see; {458 lord, well is vs! {459 Noah The thryd tyme will I prufe / what depnes we bere. {460 Uxor Now long shall thou hufe / lay in thy lyne there. {461 Noah I may towch with my lufe / the grownd evyn here. {462 Uxor Then begynnys to grufe / to vs mery chere; {463 Bot, husband, {464 What grownd may this be? {465 Noah The hyllys of armonye. {466 Uxor Now blissid be he {467 That thus for vs can ordand! {468 Noah I see toppys of hyllys he / many at a syght, {469 No thyng to let me / the wedir is so bright. {470 Uxor Thise ar of mercy / tokyns full right. {471 Noah Dame, thi counsell me / what fowll best myght, {472 And Cowth, {473 with flight of wyng {474 bryng, without taryying, {475 Of mercy som tokynyng {476 Ayther bi north or southe? {477 ffor this is the fyrst day / of the tent moyne. {478 Uxor The ravyn, durst I lay / will com agane sone; {479 As fast as thou may / cast hym furth, haue done, {480 He may happyn to day / com agane or none {481 With grath. {482 Noah I will cast out also {483 Dowfys oone or two: {484 Go youre way, go, {485 God send, you som wathe! {486 Now ar thise fowles flone / Into seyr countre; {487 Pray we fast ichon / kneland on our kne, {488 To hym that is alone / worthiest of degre, {489 That he wold send anone / oure fowles som fee {490 To glad vs. {491 Uxor Thai may not fayll of land, {492 The water is so wanand. {493 Noah Thank we god all weldand, {494 That lord that made vs. {495 It is a wonder thyng / me thynk sothle, {496 Thai ar so long taryyng / the fowles that we {497 Cast out in the mornyng. / {498 Uxor Syr, it may be Thai tary to thay bryng. / {499 Noah The ravyn is a hungrye All way; {500 He is without any reson, {501 And he fynd any caryon, {502 As peraventure may befon, {503 he will not away; {504 The dowfe is more gentill / her trust I vntew, {505 like vnto the turtill / for she is ay trew. {506 Uxor hence bot a litill / she commys, lew, lew! {507 she bryngys in her bill / som novels new; {508 Behald,! {509 It is of an olif tre {510 A branch, thynkys me. {511 Noah It is soth, perde, {512 right so is it cald. {513 Doufe, byrd, full blist / ffayre myght the befall ! {514 Thou art trew for to trist / as ston in the wall; {515 Full well I it wist / thou wold com to thi hall, {516 Uxor A trew tokyn ist / we shall be sauyd all: {517 ffor whi? {518 The water, syn she com, {519 Of depnes plom, {520 Is fallen a fathom, {521 And more hardely. {522 Primus Filius Thise floodis ar gone / fader, behold. {523 Secundus Filius Ther is left right none / and that be ye bold. {524 Tercius Filius As still as a stone / oure ship is stold. {525 Noah Apon land here anone / that we were, fayn I wold; {526 My childer dere, {527 Sem, Japhet and Cam, {528 with gle and with gam, {529 Com go we all sam, {530 we will no longer abide here. {531 Uxor here haue we beyn / noy long enogh, {532 with tray and with teyn / and dreed mekill wogh. {533 Noah behald, on this greyn / nowder cart ne plogh {534 Is left, as I weyn / nowder tre then bogh, {535 Ne other thyng, {536 Bot all is away; {537 Many castels, I say, {538 Grete townes of aray, {539 fflitt has this flowyng. {540 Uxor Thise floodis not afright / all this warld, so wide {541 has mevid with myght / on se and bi side. {542 Noah To dede ar thai dyght / prowdist of pryde, {543 Euer ich a wyght / that euer was spyde, {544 With syn, {545 All ar thai slayn, {546 And put vnto payn. {547 Uxor ffrom thens agayn {548 May thai neuer wyn? {549 Noah wyn? no, I-wis / bot he that myght hase {550 Wold myn of thare mys / & admytte thaym to grace; {551 As he in bayll is blis / I pray hym in this space, {552 In heven hye with his / to purvaye vs a place, {553 That we, {554 with his santis in sight, {555 And his angels bright, {556 May com to his light: {557 Amen, for charite. {558 Abraham Abraham Adonay, thou god veray, {1 Thou here vs when we to the call, {2 As thou art he that best may, {3 Thou art most socoure and help of all; {4 Mightfull lord! to the I pray, {5 Let onys the oyle of mercy fall, {6 Shall I neuer abide that day, {7 Truly yit I hope I shall. {8 Mercy, lord omnipotent! {9 long syn he this warld has wroght; {10 Wheder ar all oure elders went? {11 This musys mekill in my thoght. {12 ffrom adam, vnto eue assent, {13 Ete of that appyll sparid he noght, {14 ffor all the wisdom that he ment {15 ffull dere that bargan has he boght, {16 ffrom paradise thai bad hym gang; {17 He went mowrnyng with symple chere, {18 And after liffyd he here full lang, {19 More then thre hundreth yere, {20 In sorow and in trauell strang, {21 And euery day he was in were; {22 his childre angred, hym amang; {23 Caym slo abell, was hym full dere. {24 Sithen Noe, that was trew and good, {25 his and his chyldre thre, {26 was saued when all was flood: {27 That was a wonder thyng to se. {28 And loth fro sodome when he yode, {29 Thre cytees brent, yit eschapyd, he; {30 Thus, for thai menged my lordis mode, {31 he vengid syn thrugh his pauste`. {32 when I thynk of oure elders all, {33 And of the mervels that has been, {34 No gladnes in my hart may fall, {35 M[y] comfort goys away full cleyn. {36 lord, when shall dede make me his thrall? {37 An hundreth yeris, certis, haue I seyn; {38 Ma fa! sone I hope he shall, {39 ffor it were right hie tyme I weyn. {40 Yit adam is to hell gone, {41 And ther has ligen many a day, {42 And all oure elders, euerychon, {43 Thay ar gone the same way, {44 Vnto god will here thare mone; {45 Now help, lord, adonay! {46 ffor, certis, I can no better wone, {47 And ther is none that better may. {48 God I will help adam and his kynde, {49 Might I luf and lewte fynd; {50 Wold thay to me be trew, and blyn {51 Of thare pride and of thare syn: {52 My seruand I will found & frast, {53 Abraham, if he be trast; {54 On certan wise I will hym proue, {55 If he to me be trew of louf. {56 Abraham! Abraham! {57 Abraham Who is that? war! let me se! {58 I herd oone neven my name. {59 God It is I, take tent to me, {60 That fourmed thi fader adam, {61 And euery thyng in it degre. {62 Abraham To here thi will, redy I am, {63 And to fulfill, what euer it be. {64 God Of mercy haue I herd thi cry, {65 Thi devoute prayers haue me bun; {66 If thou me luf, look that thou hy {67 Vnto the land of Visyon; {68 And the thryd day be ther, bid, I, {69 And take with the, Isaac, thi son, {70 As a beest to sacryfy, {71 To slo hym look thou not shon, {72 And bren hym ther to thyn offerand. {73 Abraham A, lovyd be thou, lord in throne! {74 hold ouer me, lord, thy holy hand, {75 ffor certis thi bidyng shall be done. {76 Blissyd be that lord in euery land {77 wold viset his seruand thus so soyn. {78 ffayn wold I this thyng ordand, {79 ffor it profettis noght to hoyne; {80 This commaundement must I nedis fulfill, {81 If that my hert wax hevy as leyde; {82 Shuld I offend my lordis will? {83 Nay, yit were I leyffer my child were dede. {84 What so he biddis me, good or ill, {85 That shall be done in euery steede; {86 Both wife and child, if he bid spill; {87 I wille not do agans his rede. {88 wist Isaac, wher so he were, {89 he wold be abast now, {90 how that he is in dangere. {91 Isaac, son, wher art thou? {92 Isaac All redy, fader, Lo me here; {93 Now was I commyng vnto you; {94 I luf you mekill, fader dere. {95 Abraham And dos thou so? I wold wit how {96 lufis thou me, son, as thou has saide. {97 Isaac Yei, fader, with all myn hart, {98 More then all that euer was maide; {99 God hold, me long youre life in quart! {100 Abraham Now, who would not be glad that had {101 A child so lufand as thou art? {102 Thi lufly chere makis my hert glad, {103 And many a tyme so has it gart. {104 Go home, son; com sone agane, {105 And tell thi moder I com ful fast; {106 So now god the saif and sayne! {107 Now well is me that he is past! {108 Alone, right here in this playn, {109 Might I speke to myn hart brast, {110 I wold, that all were well ful fayn, {111 Bot it must nedis be done at last; {112 And it is good that I be war, {113 To be avised full good it were. {114 The land of vision is ful far, {115 The thrid day end must I be there; {116 Myn ase shall with vs, if it thar, {117 To bere oure harnes les & more, {118 ffor my son may be slayn no nar; {119 A swerd must with vs yit therfore, {120 And I shall found, to make me yare; {121 This nyght will I begyn my way, {122 THof Isaac be neuer so fayre, {123 And myn awn son, the soth to say, {124 And, thof he be myn right haire, {125 And all shuld, weld, after my day, {126 Godis bydyng shall I not spare; {127 shuld I that ganstand,? we, nay, ma fay! {128 Isaac! {129 Isaac -sir! Abraham -luke thou be bowne; ffor certan, son, thi self and I, {130 we two must now weynd, furth of towne, {131 In far country to sacrifie, {132 ffor certan skyllys and encheson. {133 Take wod and fyere with the, in hy; {134 Bi hillys and, dayllys, both vp & downe, {135 son, thou shal ride and, I will go bi. {136 looke thou mys noght that thou shuld, nede; {137 Do make the redy, my darlyng! {138 Isaac I am redy to do this dede, {139 And euer to fulfill youre bydyng. {140 Abraham My dere son, look thou haue no drede, {141 We shal com home with grete lovyng; {142 Both to & fro I shal vs lede; {143 Com now, son, in my blyssyng. {144 Ye two here with this asse abide, {145 ffor Isaac & I will to yond hill; {146 It is so hie we may not ride, {147 therfor ye two shal abide here still. {148 Primus Puer sir, ye ow not to be denyed,: {149 we ar redy youre bydyng to fulfill. {150 Secundus Puer What so euer to vs betide {151 To do youre bidyng ay we will. {152 Abraham Godis blyssyng haue ye both in fere; {153 I shall not tary long you fro. {154 Primus Puer Sir, we shal abide you here, {155 Oute of this stede shall we not go. {156 Abraham Childre, ye ar ay to me full dere, {157 I pray god kepe [you] euer fro wo. {158 Secundus Puer we will do, sir, as ye vs lere. {159 Abraham Isaac, now ar we bot we two, {160 we must go a full good paase, {161 ffor it is farther than I wend, {162 we shall make myrth & grete solace, {163 Bi this thyng be broght to end. {164 lo, my son, here is the place. {165 Isaac wod and fyere ar in my hend; {166 Tell me now, if ye haue space, {167 where is the beest that shuld, be brend? {168 Abraham Now, son, I may no longer layn. {169 sich will is into myne hart went; {170 Thou was euer to me full bayn {171 Euer to fulfill myn entent. {172 Bot certanly thou must be slayn, {173 And it may be as I haue ment. {174 Isaac I am hevy and nothyng fayn, {175 Thus hastely that shall be shent. {176 Abraham Isaac! {177 Isaac sir? Abraham Com heder, bid I; Thou shal be dede what so euer betide. {178 Isaac A, fader, mercy! mercy! {179 Abraham That I say may not be denyde; {180 Take thi dede therfor mekely. {181 Isaac A, good sir, abide; {182 ffader! {183 Abraham What son? Isaac to do youre will I am redy, where so euer ye go or ride, {184 If I may oght ouertake youre will, {185 syn I haue trepa[s]t I wold be bet. {186 Abraham Isaac! {187 Isaac What, sir? Abraham good son, be still. Isaac ffader! {188 Abraham what, son! Isaac think on thi get! what haue I done? {189 Abraham truly, none ill. Isaac And shall be slayn? {190 Abraham so haue I het. Isaac sir, what may help? {191 Abraham certis, no skill. Isaac I ask mercy. {192 Abraham that may not let. Isaac when I am dede, and closed, in clay, {193 who shall then be youre son? {194 Abraham A, lord, that I shuld abide this day! {195 Isaac sir, who shall do that I was won? {196 Abraham speke no sich wordis, son, I the pray. {197 Isaac shall ye me slo? {198 Abraham I trow I mon; lyg still! I smyte! {199 Isaac sir, let me say. Abraham Now, my dere child, thou may not shon. {200 Isaac The shynyng of youre bright blayde {201 It gars me quake for ferde to dee. {202 Abraham Therfor groflyngis thou shall be layde, {203 Then when I stryke thou shal not se. {204 Isaac What haue I done, fader, what haue I saide? {205 Abraham Truly, no kyns ill to me. {206 Isaac And thus gyltles shall be arayde. {207 Abraham Now, good son, let sich wordis be. {208 Isaac I luf you ay. {209 Abraham so do I the. Isaac ffader! {210 Abraham what, son? Isaac let now be seyn. ffor my moder luf. {211 Abraham let be, let be! It will not help that thou wold, meyn; {212 Bot ly styll till I com to the, {213 I mys a lytyll thyng, I weyn. {214 he spekis so rufully to me {215 That water shotis in both myn eeyn, {216 I were leuer than all wardly wyn, {217 That I had fon hym onys vnkynde, {218 Bot no defawt I faund, hym in: {219 I wold be dede for hym, or pynde; {220 To slo hym thus, I thynk grete syn, {221 So rufull wordis I with hym fynd; {222 I am full wo that we shuld, twyn, {223 ffor he will neuer oute of my mynd. {224 What shal I to his moder say? {225 ffor "where is he," tyte will she spyr; {226 If I tell hir, "ron away," {227 hir answere bese belife-"nay, sir!" {228 And I am ferd, hir for to slay; {229 I ne wote what I shal say till hir. {230 he lyys full still ther as he lay, {231 ffor to I com, dar he not styr. {232 God Angell, hy with all thi mayn! {233 To abraham thou shall be sent; {234 say, Isaac shall not be slayn; {235 he shall lif, and not be brent. {236 My bydyng standis he not agane, {237 Go, put hym out of his intent; {238 Byd, hym go home agane, {239 I know well how he ment. {240 Angel Gladly, Lord, I am redy: {241 thi bidyng shall be magnyfyed; {242 I shall me spede ful hastely, {243 the to obeye at euery tyde; {244 Thi will, Thi name, to glorifye, {245 Ouer all this warld so wide; {246 And to thi seruand now in hy, {247 good, trew, abraham, will I glyde. {248 Abraham Bot myght I yit of wepyng sese, {249 till I had done this sacrifice; {250 It must nedis be, withoutten lesse, {251 thof all I carpe on this kyn wise, {252 The more my sorow it will incres; {253 when I look to hym, I gryse; {254 I will ryn on a res, {255 And slo hym here, right as he lyse. {256 Angel Abraham! Abraham! {257 Abraham Who is ther now? War! let the go. {258 Angel stand vp, now, stand; Thi good will com I to alow, {259 Therfor I byd the hold thi hand. {260 Abraham say, who bad, so? any bot thou? {261 Angel Yei, god; & sendis this beest to thyn offerand. {262 Abraham I speke with god latter, I trow, {263 And doyng he me commaund. {264 Angel He has persauyd thy mekenes {265 And thi good will also, Iwis; {266 he will thou do thi son no distres, {267 ffor he has graunt to the his blys. {268 Abraham Bot wote thou well that it is {269 As thou has sayd? {270 Angel I say the yis. Abraham I thank the, lord, well of goodnes, {271 That all thus has relest me this; {272 To speke with the haue I no space, {273 with my dere son till I haue spokyn. {274 My good son, thou shal haue grace, {275 On the now will I not be wrokyn; {276 Ryse vp now, with thi frely face. {277 Isaac sir, shall I lif? {278 Abraham yei, this to tokyn. son thou has skapid a full hard, grace, {279 Thou shuld, haue beyn both brent & brokyn. {280 Isaac Bot, fader, shall I not be slayn? {281 Abraham No, certis, son. {282 Isaac then am I glad. Good sir, put vp youre sword agayn. {283 Abraham Nay hardely, son, be thou not adrad. {284 Isaac Is all for geyn? {285 Abraham yei, son, certan. Isaac ffor ferd, sir, was I nere-hand, mad. {286 Isaac Isaac Com nere son and kys me, {1 that I may feyle the smell of the. {2 The smell of my son is lyke {3 to a feld with flouris, or hony bike. {4 where art thou, Esaw, my son? {5 Jacob here, fader, and askis youre benyson. {6 Isaac The blyssyng my fader gaf to me, {7 god of heuen & I gif the; {8 God gif the plente grete, {9 of wyne, of oyll, and of whete; {10 And graunt thi childre all {11 to worship the, both grete and small; {12 who so the blyssys, blyssed be he; {13 who so the waris, wared be he. {14 Now has thou my grete blyssyng, {15 loue the shall all thyne ofspryng; {16 Go now wheder thou has to go. {17 Jacob Graunt mercy, sir, I will do so. {18 Esau haue, ete, fader, of myn huntyng, {19 And gif me sythen your blyssyng. {20 Isaac Who is that? {21 Esau I, youre son Esaw, bryngis you venyson. {22 Isaac Who was that was right now here, {23 And broght me bruet of a dere? {24 I ete well, and blyssyd hym; {25 And he is blyssyd, ich a lym. {26 Esau Alas! I may grete and sob. {27 Isaac Thou art begylyd thrugh iacob, {28 That is thyne awne german brother. {29 Esau haue ye kepyd me none other {30 Blyssyng then ye set hym one? {31 Isaac sich another haue I none; {32 Bot god gif the to thyn handband, {33 the dew of heuen & frute of land. {34 Other then this can I not say. {35 Esau Now, alas, and walo-way! {36 May I with that tratoure mete, {37 my faders dayes shall com with grete, {38 And my moders also; {39 may I hym mete, I shall hym slo. {40 Rebecca Isaac it were my deth {41 If Iacob weddeth in kynd of heth; {42 I will send hym to aran, {43 there my brothere dwellys, laban; {44 And there may he serue in peasse {45 till his brother's wrath will seasse. {46 why shuld, I apon a day {47 loyse both my sonnes? better nay. {48 Isaac Thou says soth, wife; call hym heder, {49 And let vs tell hym where & wheder {50 That he may fle esaw, {51 that vs both hetis bale to brew. {52 Rebecca Iacob, son! thi fader & I {53 wold, speke with the; com, stand, vs by! {54 Out of contry must thou fle, {55 that Esaw slo not the. {56 Jacob Whederward, shuld, I go, dame? {57 Rebecca To mesopotameam; {58 To my brothere, and thyn eme, {59 that dwellys besyde Iordan streme; {60 And ther may thou with hym won, {61 to Esaw, myne other son, {62 fforget, and all his wrath be dede. {63 Jacob I will go, fader, at youre rede. {64 Isaac Yei, son, do as thi moder says; {65 Com kys vs both, & weynd thi ways. {66 Jacob Haue good day, sir and dame! {67 Isaac God sheld, the, son, from syn and shame! {68 Rebecca And gif the grace, good man to be, {69 And send me glad tythygis to the. {70 Jacob Jacob Help me, lord, adonay, {1 And hald, me in the right way {2 To mesopotameam; {3 ffor I cam neuer or now where I am; {4 I cam neuer here in this contre; {5 lord, of heuen, thou help me! {6 ffor I haue maide me, in this strete, {7 sore bonys & warkand feete. {8 The son is downe, what is best? {9 her purpose I all nyght to rest; {10 Vnder my hede this ston shal ly; {11 A nyghtis rest take will I. {12 God Iacob, iacob, thi god I am; {13 Of thi forfader abraham, {14 And of thi fader, Isaac; {15 I shall the blys for thare sake. {16 This land, that thou slepys in, {17 I shall the gif, and thi kyn; {18 I shall thi seede multyply, {19 As thyk as powder on erth may ly. {20 The kynd of the shall sprede wide, {21 ffrom eest to west on euery syde, {22 ffrom the south vnto the north; {23 All that I say, I shall forth; {24 And all the folkis of thyne ofspryng, {25 shal be blyssyd of thy blyssyng. {26 Iacob, haue thou no kyns drede! {27 I shall the clethe, I shall the fede. {28 Whartfull shall I make thi gate; {29 I shal the help erly and, late; {30 And all in qwart shall I bryng the {31 home agane to thi countre. {32 I shall not fayll, be thou bold, {33 Bot I shall do as I haue told. {34 Jacob A! lord! what may this mene? {35 what haue I herd, in slepe, and sene? {36 That god leynyd hym to a stegh, {37 And spake to me, it is no leghe; {38 And now is here none othere gate, {39 bot godis howse and heuens yate. {40 lord, how dredfull is this stede! {41 ther I layde downe my hede, {42 In godis lovyng I rayse this stone, {43 And, oyll will I putt theron. {44 lord, of heuen, that all wote, {45 here to the I make a hote: {46 If thou gif me mete and foode, {47 And close to body, as I behoued, {48 And bryng me home to kyth and kyn, {49 by the way that I walk in, {50 without skathe and in quarte, {51 I promyse to the, with stedfast hart, {52 As thou art lord, and god myne, {53 And I Iacob, thi trew hyne, {54 This stone I rayse in sygne to day {55 shall I hold, holy kyrk for ay; {56 And of all that newes me {57 rightwys tend, shall I gif the. {58 A, my fader, god of heuen, {59 that saide to me, thrugh thi steven, {60 when I in aran was dwelland, {61 that I shuld turne agane to land, {62 Ther I was both fed and borne, {63 warnyd thou me, lord, beforne, {64 As I went toward aran {65 with my staff, and passyd, Iordan: {66 And now I come agane to kyth, {67 with two ostes of men me with. {68 Thou hete me, lord, to do well with me, {69 to multyplye my seede as sand of see; {70 Thou saue me, lord, thrugh vertew, {71 ffrom veniance of Esaw, {72 That he slo not, for old, greme, {73 these moders with thare barne teme. {74 Rachel Oure anguysh, sir, is many fold, {75 syn that oure messyngere vs told, {76 That Esaw wold, you slo, {77 with foure hundreth men and mo. {78 Jacob ffor soth, rachell, I haue hym sent {79 of many beestis sere present. {80 May tyde he will oure giftis take, {81 And right so shall his wrath slake. {82 where ar oure thyngis, ar thay past Iordan? {83 Leah Go and look, sir, as ye can. {84 God The day spryngis; now lett me go. {85 Jacob Nay, nay, I will not so, {86 Bot thou blys me or thou gang: {87 If I may, I shall hold, the lang. {88 God In tokynyng that thou spekis with me, {89 I shall toche now thi thee, {90 That halt shall thou euermore, {91 bot thou shall fele no sore; {92 What is thy name, thou me tell? {93 Jacob Iacob. {94 God nay, bot Israell; syn thou to me sich strengthe may kythe, {95 to men of erth thou must be stythe. {96 Jacob what is thy name? {97 God whi askis thou it? `wonderfull,' if thou wil wyt. {98 Jacob A, blys me, lord,! {99 God I shall the blys, And be to the full propyce, {100 And gyf the my blyssyng for ay, {101 As lord and he that all may. {102 I shall grayth thi gate, {103 And full well ordeyn thi state; {104 when thou has drede, thynk on me, {105 And thou shal full well saynyd be, {106 And look thou trow well my sayes; {107 And farewell now, the day dayes. {108 Jacob Now haue I a new name, israell; {109 this place shall [hight] fanuell, {110 ffor I haue seyn in this place, {111 god of heuen face to face. {112 Rachel Iacob, lo we haue tythand, {113 that Esaw is here at hand. {114 Jacob Rachell, stand thou in the last eschele, {115 ffor I wold, thou were sauyd wele; {116 Call Ioseph and beniamin, {117 And let theym not fro the twyn. {118 If it be so that Esaw {119 vs before all-to-hew, {120 Ye that ar here the last {121 Ye may be sauyd if ye fle fast. {122 Jacob I pray the, lord, as thou me het, {123 thou saue me and, my gete. {124 Esau welcom brother, to kyn and kyth, {125 thi wife and childre that comes the with. {126 how has thou faren in far land,? {127 tell me now som good tythand. {128 Jacob Well, my brother Esaw, {129 If that thi men no bale me brew. {130 Esau wemo! felows, hold youre hend, {131 ye se that I and he ar frend, {132 And frenship here will we fulfill, {133 syn that it is godis will. {134 Jacob God yeld, you, brothere, that it so is {135 that thou thi hyne so wold, kys. {136 Esau Nay, Iacob, my dere brothere, {137 I shall the tell all anothere; {138 Thou art my lord, thrugh destyny; {139 go we togeder both thou and I, {140 To my fader and, his wife, {141 that lofys the, brother, as thare lyfe. {142 The Prophets Moyses Prophetam excitabit deus de fratribus vestris; Omnis anima, que non audierit prophetam illum, exterminabitur de populo suo; Nemo propheta sine honore nisi in patria sua. All ye folk of israell, {1 herkyn to me! I will you tell {2 Tythyngis farly goode; {3 All wote ys how it be fell {4 wherfor Adam was dampnyd, to hell, {5 he, and all his blode. {6 Therfor will god, styr and rayse {7 A prophete, in som man dayes, {8 Of oure brethere kyn; {9 And all trowes as he says, {10 And will walk in his ways, {11 ffrom hell he will theym twyn. {12 when his tyme begynnys to day, {13 I rede no man fro hym dray, {14 In way, ne stand on strut; {15 ffor he that will not here his sagh, {16 he be shewed, as an out-lagh, {17 And from his folkis be putt. {18 I warne you well that same prophete {19 shall com hereafterward, full swete, {20 And many meruels shew; {21 Man shall fall till his feete, {22 ffor cause he can bales beete, {23 Thrugh his awn thew. {24 All that will in trowth ren {25 shall he saue, I warne you then, {26 Trust shall his name be. {27 Bot all ouer will man prophete ken {28 with worship, amangis men, {29 Bot in his awne countre. {30 herkyns all, both yong and old,! {31 God that has all in wold, {32 Gretys you bi me; {33 his commaundementis ar ten; {34 Behold, ye that ar his men, {35 here ye may theym se. {36 his commaundementis that I haue broght, {37 looke that ye hold, thaym noght {38 ffor tryfyls, ne for fables; {39 ffor ye shall well vnderstand, {40 That god wrote theym with his hand, {41 In thyse same tables. {42 Ye that thyse in hart will hald, {43 vnto heuen shall ye be cald, {44 That is fyrst to com; {45 And ye that will not do so, {46 Till hell pyne mon ye go, {47 And byde a bytter dome. {48 Do now as I shall you wys; {49 The fyrst commaundement is this {50 That I shall you say; {51 Make no god of stok ne stone, {52 And, trow in none god, bot oone, {53 That mayde both nyght and day. {54 Anothere bydis thou shall not swere, {55 ffor no mede, ne for no dere, {56 ffalsly, bi godis name; {57 If thou swere wrongwosly, {58 Wit thou well and wytterly, {59 Thou art worthi grete blame. {60 The thyrd, is, thou shall well yheme {61 Thi holy day, and serue to wheme {62 God with all thi hart. {63 The fourt commaundement is bi tayll, {64 ffader and moder worship thou shall, {65 In pouert and in qwarte. {66 The fyft commaundis thou shall forsake {67 ffornycacyon, and take the a make, {68 And lyf in rightwys state. {69 The sext commaundis thou shal not be {70 Man sloer, for gold, ne fee, {71 Ne for luf, ne for hate. {72 The seuenth commaundis that thou shall leue, {73 And nather go to stele ne reue, {74 ffor more then for les. {75 The aght bydis both old, and yong, {76 That thay be traw of thare tong, {77 And bere no fals witnes. {78 The nenth bydis the, bi thi lif, {79 Thou desyre not thi neghbur's wife, {80 Ne mayden that is his. {81 The tent bidis the, for no case, {82 Desyre not wranwosly thyng thi neghbur has; {83 Do thus, and do no mys. {84 I am the same man that god chase, {85 And toke the ten commaundementis of peasse {86 In the monte synay; {87 Thise wordis, I say, ar no les; {88 My name is callyd moyses; {89 And haue now all good day! {90 David a Omnes reges adorabunt eum, omnes gentes seruient ei. herkyn, all, that here may, {91 And perceyf well what I shall say, {92 All with righ[t]wisnes. {93 loke ye put it not away, {94 Bot thynk theron both nyght and day, {95 ffor it is sothfastnes. {96 Iesse son, ye wote I am; {97 Dauid is my right name, {98 And I bere crowne; {99 Bot ye me trow, ye ar to blame; {100 Of Israel, both wyld, and tame, {101 I haue in my bondon. {102 As god of heuen has gyffyn me wit, {103 shall I now syng you a fytt, {104 With my mynstrelsy; {105 loke ye do it well in wrytt, {106 And theron a knot knytt, {107 ffor it is prophecy. {108 Myrth I make till all men, {109 with my harp and fyngers ten, {110 And warn theym that thay glad, {111 ffor god will that his son down send, {112 That wroght adam with his hend, {113 And heuen and erth mayde. {114 He will lyght fro heuen towre, {115 ffor to be mans saueyoure, {116 And saue that is forlorne; {117 ffor that I harp, and myrth make, {118 Is for he will manhede take, {119 I tell you thus beforne; {120 And thider shall he ren agane, {121 As gyant of mych mayne, {122 Vnto the hyest sete; {123 Ther is nawther kyng, ne swayn, {124 Then no thyng that may hym layn, {125 Ne hyde from his hete. {126 he shall be lord, and kyng of all, {127 Tyll hys feete shall kyngis fall, {128 To offre to hym wytterly. {129 Blyssyd, be that swete blome, {130 That shall saue vs at his com! {131 Ioyfull may we be. {132 Riche gyftis thay shall hym bryng, {133 And till hym make offeryng, {134 kneland on thare kne; {135 well were hym that that lordyng, {136 And that dere derlyng, {137 Myght bide on lyfe and se. {138 Men may know hym bi his marke, {139 Myrth and lovyng is his warke, {140 that shall he luf most. {141 lyght shall be born that tyme in darke, {142 Both to lawd, man and to clark, {143 the luf of rightwys gost. {144 Therfor, both emperoure and kyng, {145 Ryche and poore, both old, and ying, {146 temper well youre gle, {147 Agans that kyng lyght downe, {148 ffor to lowse vs of pryson, {149 And make vs all free. {150 Thou shew thi mercy, lord, tyll vs, {151 ffor to thou com, to hell we trus, {152 we may not go beside; {153 lord, when thi will is for to dele {154 Tyll us thi salue and thi hele, {155 whom we all abyde. {156 Now haue I songen you a fytt; {157 loke in mynd that ye haue it, {158 I rede with my myght; {159 he that maide vs all with his wytt, {160 sheld, vs all from hell pytt, {161 And graunt vs heuen lyght! {162 Sybilla Propheta Iudicii signum tellus sudore madescit, E celo rex adueniet per secla futurus, Scilicet in carne presens vt iudicet orbem. Who so wyll here tythyngis glad, {163 of hym that all this warld, made, {164 here me wytterly! {165 sibill sage is my name; {166 Bot ye me here, ye ar to blame, {167 My word, is prophecy. {168 All men was slayn thrugh adam syn, {169 And put to pyne that neuer shall blyn, {170 thrugh falsnes of the feynd. {171 A new kyng comes from heuen to fyght {172 Agans the feynd, to wyn his right, {173 so is his mercy heynd. {174 All the warld, shall he deme, {175 And that haue seruyd hym to wheme, {176 Myrth thaym mon betyde; {177 All shall se hym with thare ee, {178 Ryche and poore, low and hye, {179 No man may hym hyde; {180 Bot thay shall in thare flesh ryse, {181 That euery man shall whake and gryse, {182 Agans that ilk dome. {183 with his santis, many oone, {184 he shall be sene in flesh and, bone, {185 that kyng that is to com. {186 All that shall stand hym before, {187 All shal be les and more, {188 Of oone eld, ichon. {189 Angels shall qwake then for ferd, {190 And fyre shall bren this mydyll-erd, {191 yei, erth and, all ther apon. {192 shall nothyng here in erth be kend, {193 Bot it shall be strewyd, and brend, {194 All waters and the see. {195 sythen shall both hill and dale {196 Ryn togeder, grete and smale, {197 And all shall euen be. {198 At hys commyng shall bemys blaw, {199 That men may his commyng knaw; {200 ffull sorowfull shall be that blast; {201 Ther is no man that herys it, {202 Bot he shall qwake for all his witt, {203 Be he neuer so stedfast. {204 Then shall hell gape and gryn, {205 That men may know thare dome therin, {206 Of that hye iustyce; {207 That ill have done, to hell mon go; {208 And to heuen the other also, {209 that has been rightwys. {210 Therfor, I rede ilk a man, {211 kepe, as well as he can, {212 ffro syn and fro mysdede. {213 My prophecy now haue I told; {214 God, you saue, both yong and old, {215 And help you at youre nede! {216 Daniel Cum venerit sanctus sanctorum cessabit vncio vestra. God that maide adam and eue, {217 whils thay dyd well, he gaf thaym leue {218 In paradise to dwell; {219 Sone when thay that appyll ete, {220 Thay were dampned, sone and skete, {221 Vnto the pyne of hell, {222 Thrugh sorow and paynes euer new; {223 Therfor wyll god apon vs rew, {224 And his son downe send, {225 Into erth, flesh to take, {226 That is all for oure sake, {227 oure trespas to amend. {228 fflesh with fleshe will be boght, {229 That he lose not that he has wroght {230 wyth hys awne hend. {231 Of a madyn shal he be borne, {232 To saue all that ar forlorne, {233 Euermore withoutten end. {234 Pharaoh Pharao Peas, of payn that no man pas; {1 bot kepe the course that I commaunde, {2 And take good hede of hym that has {3 youre helth all holy in hys hande; {4 ffor kyng pharro my fader Was, {5 And led thys lordshyp of thys land; {6 I am hys hayre as age Wyll has, {7 Euer in stede to styr or stand. {8 All Egypt is myne awne {9 To leede aftyr my law; {10 I Wold my myght Were knawne {11 And honoryd, as hyt awe. {12 ffull low he shall be thrawne {13 That harkyns not my sawe, {14 hanged hy and drawne, {15 Therfor no boste ye blaw; {16 Bot as for kyng I commaund peasse, {17 To all the people of thys empyre. {18 looke no man put hym self in preaase, {19 Bot that Wyll do as I desyre, {20 And of youre Wordis look that ye seasse. {21 Take tent to me, youre soferand syre, {22 That may youre comfort most increasse, {23 And to my lyst bowe lyfe and lyre. {24 Primus Miles My lord, if any here Were, {25 That Wold not wyrk youre Wyll, {26 If We myght com thaym nere, {27 ffull soyn we shuld theym spyll. {28 Pharao Thrugh out my kyngdom Wold I ken, {29 And kun hym thank that Wold me tell, {30 If any Were so Waryd men {31 That wold my fors downe fell. {32 Secundus Miles My lord, ye haue a maner of men {33 that make great mastres vs emell; {34 The Iues that Won in gersen, {35 thay ar callyd chyldyr of Israel. {36 Thay multyplye full fast, {37 and sothly We suppose {38 That shall euer last, {39 oure lordshyp for to lose. {40 Pharao Why, how haue thay sych gawdis begun? {41 ar thay of myght to make sych frayes? {42 Primus Miles Yei, lord, full fell folk ther Was fun {43 In kyng pharao, youre fader dayes. {44 Thay cam of Ioseph, Was iacob son- {45 he Was a prince Worthy to prayse- {46 In sythen in ryst haue thay ay ron; {47 thus ar thay lyke to lose youre layse, {48 Thay Wyll confound you cleyn, {49 bot if thay soner sesse. {50 Pharao What deuyll is that thay meyn {51 that thay so fast incresse? {52 Secundus Miles How thay incres full well we ken, {53 as oure faders dyd vnderstand; {54 Thay Were bot sexty and ten {55 when thay fyrst cam in to thys land; {56 Sythen haue soierned in gersen {57 [Fower hundreth] Wynter, I dar warand; {58 Now ar thay nowmbred of myghty men {59 moo then [thre hundreth] thousand, {60 Wyth outen Wyfe and chyld, {61 or hyrdis that kepe thare fee. {62 Pharao How thus myght we be begyld? {63 bot shall it not be; {64 ffor wyth quantyse we shall thaym quell, {65 so that thay shall not far sprede. {66 Primus Miles My lord, we haue hard oure faders tell, {67 and clerkis that well couth rede, {68 Ther shuld a man walk vs amell {69 that shuld fordo vs and oure dede. {70 Pharao ffy on hym, to the deuyll of hell! {71 sych destyny wyll we not drede; {72 We shal make mydwyfis to spyll them {73 where any ebrew is borne, {74 And all menkynde to kyll them, {75 so shall thay soyn be lorne. {76 And as for elder haue I none awe, {77 sych bondage shall I to thaym beyde, {78 To dyke and delf, bere and draw, {79 and to do all vnhonest deyde; {80 So shall these laddis be halden law, {81 In thraldom euer thare lyfe to leyde. {82 Secundus Miles Now, certis, thys was a sotell saw, {83 thus shall these folk no farthere sprede. {84 Pharao Now help to hald theym downe, {85 look I no fayntnes fynde. {86 Primus Miles All redy, lord, We shall be bowne, {87 in bondage thaym to bynde. {88 Moyses Gret god, that all thys Warld began, {89 and growndyd it in good degre, {90 Thou mayde me, moyses, vnto man, {91 and sythen thou sauyd me from the se; {92 kyng Pharao had commawndyd, than, {93 ther shuld no man chyld sauyd be; {94 Agans hys Wyll away I wan; {95 thus has god, shewed hys myght for me. {96 Now am I sett to kepe, {97 vnder thys montayn syde, {98 Byshope Iettyr shepe, {99 to better may be tyde; {100 A, lord, grete is thy myght! {101 What man may of yond meruell meyn? {102 Yonder I se a selcowth syght, {103 sych on in Warld Was neuer seyn; {104 A bush I se burnand full bryght, {105 and euer elyke the leyfes are greyn; {106 If it be wark of Warldly Wyght, {107 I Wyll go wyt wythoutyn Weyn. {108 God Moyses, Moyses! {109 Moyses, com not to nere, {110 bot styll in that stede thou dwell, {111 And harkyn vnto me here; {112 take tent What I the tell. {113 do of thy shoyes in fere, {114 wyth mowth as I the mell, {115 the place thou standis in there {116 forsothe, is halowd Well. {117 I am thy lord, Wythouten lak, {118 to lengthe thi lyfe euen as I lyst; {119 I am god that som tyme spake {120 to thyn elders, as thay Wyst; {121 To abraam, and Isaac, {122 and iacob, I sayde shuld be blyst, {123 And multytude of them to make, {124 so that thare seyde shuld not be myst. {125 Bot now thys kyng, pharao, {126 he hurtys my folk so fast, {127 If that I suffre hym so, {128 thare seyde shuld, soyne be past; {129 Bot I Wyll not so do, {130 in me if thay Wyll trast, {131 Bondage to bryng thaym fro. {132 therfor thou go in hast {133 To do my message, haue in mynde, {134 to hym that me sych harme mase; {135 Thou speke to hym Wyth wordis heynde, {136 so that he let my people pas, {137 To Wyldernes that thay may Weynde, {138 to Worshyp me as I wyll asse. {139 Agans my wyll if that thay leynd, {140 ful soyn hys song shall be `alas.' {141 Moyses A, lord! pardon me, Wyth thy leyf, {142 that lynage luffis me noght; {143 Gladly thay Wold me greyf, {144 if I sych bodworde broght. {145 Good lord, lett som othere frast, {146 that has more fors the folke to fere. {147 God Moyses, be thou nott abast, {148 my bydyng shall thou boldly bere; {149 If thay with wrong away Wold Wrast, {150 outt of the way I shall the Were. {151 Moyses Good lord, thay Wyll not me trast {152 for all the othes that I can swere; {153 To neuen sych noytis newe {154 to folk of Wykyd Wyll, {155 Wyth outen tokyn trew, {156 thay wyll not tent ther tyll. {157 God If that he wyll not vnderstand {158 thys tokyn trew that I shall sent, {159 Afore the kyng cast downe thy Wand, {160 and it shall turne to a serpent; {161 Then take the tayll agane in hand- {162 boldly vp look thou it hent- {163 And in the state that thou it fand, {164 then shal it turne by myne intent. {165 Sythen hald thy hand soyn in thy barme, {166 and as a lepre it shal be lyke, {167 And hole agane with outen harme; {168 lo, my tokyns shal be slyke. {169 And if he wyll not suffre then {170 my people for to pas in peasse, {171 I shall send venyance [neyn] or ten, {172 shall sowe full sore or I seasse. {173 Bot the ebrewes, won in Iessen, {174 shall not be merkyd with that measse; {175 As long as thay my lawes Wyll ken {176 thare comforth shall euer increasse {177 Moyses A, lord, to luf the aght vs well, {178 that makis thy folk thus free; {179 I shall vnto thaym tell {180 as thou has told to me. {181 Bot to the kyng, lord, when I com, {182 if he aske what is thy name, {183 And I stand styll, both deyf & dom, {184 how shuld, I [skape] withoutten blame? {185 God I say the thus, `Ego sum qui sum,' {186 I am he that is the same; {187 If thou can nother muf nor mom, {188 I shall sheld, the from shame. {189 Moyses I vnderstand full well thys thyng, {190 I go, lord, with all the myght in me. {191 God Be bold in my blyssyng, {192 thi socoure shall I be. {193 Moyses A, lord of luf, leyn me thy lare, {194 that I may truly talys tell; {195 To my freyndis now wyll I fare, {196 the chosyn childre of Israell, {197 To tell theym comforth of thare care, {198 in dawngere ther as thay dwell. {199 God manteyn you euermare, {200 And mekyll myrth be you emell. {201 Primus Puer A, master moyses, dere! {202 oure myrth is all mowrnyng; {203 ffull hard halden ar we here {204 as carls vnder the kyng. {205 Secundus Puer We may mowrn, both more and myn, {206 ther is no man that oure myrth mase; {207 Bot syn we ar all of a kyn, {208 god send vs comforth in thys case. {209 Moyses Brethere, of youre mowrnyng blyn; {210 god Wyll delyuer you thrugh his grace, {211 Out of this wo he wyll you wyn, {212 and put you to youre pleassyng place; {213 ffor I shall carp vnto the kyng, {214 and fownd full soyn to make you free. {215 Primus Puer God graunt you good Weyndyng, {216 and euermore with you be. {217 Moyses kyng pharao, to me take tent. {218 Pharao Why, boy, what tythyngis can thou tell? {219 Moyses ffrom god hym self hydder am I sent {220 to foche the chyldre of Israell; {221 To Wyldernes he wold thay went. {222 Pharao yei, weynd the to the devyll of hell! {223 I gyf no force What he has ment, {224 In my dangere, herst thou, shall thay dwell; {225 And, fature, for thy sake, {226 thay shalbe put to pyne. {227 Moyses Then wyll god venyance take {228 of the, and of all thyn. {229 Pharao On me? fy on the lad, out of my land! {230 wenys thou thus to loyse oure lay? {231 Say, whence is yond warlow with his wand {232 that thus wold wyle oure folk away? {233 Primus Miles Yond is moyses, I dar warand, {234 agans all egypt has beyn ay, {235 Greatt defawte with hym youre fader fand; {236 now wyll he mar you if he may. {237 Pharao ffy on hym! nay, nay, that dawnce is done; {238 lurdan, thou leryd to late. {239 Moyses God bydis the graunt my bone, {240 and let me go my gate. {241 Pharao Bydis god me? fals losell, thou lyse! {242 What tokyn told he? take thou tent. {243 Moyses He sayd thou shuld dyspyse {244 both me, and hys commaundement; {245 fforthy, apon thys wyse, {246 my Wand he bad, in thi present, {247 I shuld lay downe, and the avyse {248 how it shuld turne to oone serpent; {249 And in hys holy name {250 here I lay it downe; {251 lo, syr, here may thou se the same. {252 Pharao A, ha, dog! the devyll the drowne! {253 Moyses He bad me take it by the tayll, {254 for to prefe hys powere playn; {255 Then he sayde, wythouten fayll, {256 hyt shuld turne to a wand agayn. {257 lo, sir, behold! {258 Pharao wyth ylahayll! Certis this is a sotell swayn! {259 bot thyse boyes shall abyde in bayll, {260 All thi gawdis shall thaym not gayn; {261 Bot wars, both morn and none, {262 shall thay fare, for thi sake. {263 Moyses I pray god send us venyange sone, {264 and on thi Warkis take wrake. {265 Primus Miles Alas, alas! this land is lorn! {266 on lyfe we may [no] longer leynd; {267 Sych myschefe is fallen syn morn, {268 ther may no medsyn it amend. {269 Pharao Why cry ye so, laddis? lyst ye skorn? {270 Secundus Miles Syr kyng, sych care was neuer kend, {271 In no mans tyme that euer was borne. {272 Pharao Tell on, belyfe, and make an end. {273 Primus Miles Syr, the Waters that were ordand {274 for men and bestis foyde, {275 Thrugh outt all egypt land, {276 ar turnyd into reede bloyde; {277 ffull vgly and full yll is hytt, {278 that both fresh and, fayre was before. {279 Pharao O, ho! this is a wonderfull thyng to wytt, {280 of all the warkis that euer wore! {281 Secundus Miles Nay, lord, ther is anothere yit, {282 that sodanly sowys vs full sore; {283 ffor todis and froskis may no man flyt, {284 thay venom vs so, both les and more. {285 Primus Miles Greatte mystis, sir, ther is both morn and noyn, {286 byte vs full bytterly; {287 we trow that it be doyn {288 thrugh moyses, oure greatte enmy. {289 Secundus Miles My lord, bot if this menye may remefe, {290 Mon neuer myrth be vs amang. {291 Pharao Go, say to hym we wyll not grefe, {292 bot thay shall neuer the tytter gang. {293 Primus Miles Moyses, my lord gyffys leyfe {294 to leyd thi folk to lykyng lang, {295 So that we mend of oure myschefe. {296 Moyses ffull well I wote, thyse wordis ar wrang; {297 But hardely all that I heytt {298 ffull sodanly it shall be seyn; {299 vncowth meruels shalbe meyt {300 And he of malyce meyn. {301 Secundus Miles A, lord, alas, for doyll we dy! {302 we dar look oute at no dowre. {303 Pharao What, ragyd the dwyll of hell, alys you so to cry? {304 Primus Miles ffor we fare wars then euer we fowre; {305 grete loppys ouer all this land thay fly, {306 And where thay byte thay make grete blowre, {307 and in euery place oure bestis dede ly. {308 Secundus Miles hors, ox, and asse, {309 thay fall downe dede, syr, sodanly. {310 Pharao we! lo, ther is no man that has {311 half as mych harme as I. {312 Primus Miles yis, sir, poore folk haue mekyll wo, {313 to se thare catall thus out cast. {314 The Iues in gessen fayre not so, {315 thay haue lykyng for to last. {316 Pharao Then shall we gyf theym leyf to go, {317 to tyme this perell be on past; {318 Bot, or thay flytt oght far vs fro, {319 we shall them bond twyse as fast. {320 Secundus Miles Moyses, my lord gyffis leyf {321 thi meneye to remeue. {322 Moyses ye mon hafe more myschefe {323 bot if thyse talys be trew. {324 Primus Miles A, lord, we may not leyde thyse lyfys. {325 Pharao what, dwyll! is grevance grofen agayn? {326 Secundus Miles ye, sir, sich powder apon vs dryfys, {327 where it abidys it makys a blayn; {328 Mesell makys it man and wyfe, {329 thus ar we hurt with hayll & rayn. {330 Syr, v[y]nys in montanse may not thryfe, {331 so has frost & thoner thaym slayn. {332 Pharao yei, bot how do thay in gessen, {333 the Iues, can ye me say? {334 Primus Miles Of all thyse cares no thyng thay ken, {335 thay feyll noght of our afray. {336 Pharao No? the ragyd! the dwyll! sytt thay in peasse? {337 and we euery day in doute & drede? {338 Secundus Miles My lord, this care wyll euer encrese, {339 to moyses haue his folk to leyd; {340 Els be we lorn, it is no lesse, {341 yit were it better that thai yede. {342 Pharao Thes folk shall flyt no far, {343 If he go welland wode. {344 Primus Miles Then will it sone be war; {345 It were better thay yode. {346 Secundus Miles My lord, new harme is comyn in hand. {347 Pharao Yei, d,will, will it no better be? {348 Primus Miles wyld wormes ar layd ouer all this land, {349 Thai leyf no floure, nor leyf on tre. {350 Secundus Miles Agans that storme may no man stand; {351 And mekyll more meruell thynk me, {352 That thise thre dayes has bene durand {353 Sich myst, that no man may other se. {354 Primus Miles A, my lord! {355 Pharao hagh! Secundus Miles Grete pestilence is comyn; {356 It is like ful long to last. {357 Pharao [pestilence] in the dwilys name! {358 then is oure pride ouer past. {359 Primus Miles My lord, this care lastis lang, {360 and will, to moyses haue his bone; {361 let hym go, els wyrk we wrang, {362 It may not help to houer ne hone. {363 Pharao Then will we gif theym leyf to gang; {364 Syn it must nedis be doyn; {365 Perchauns we sall thaym fang {366 and mar them or to morn at none. {367 Secundus Miles Moyses, my lord he says {368 thou shall haue passage playn. {369 Moyses Now haue we lefe to pas, {370 my freyndis, now be ye fayn; {371 Com furth, now sall ye weynd {372 to land of lykyng you to pay. {373 Primus Puer Bot kyng Pharao, that fals feynd, {374 he will vs eft betray; {375 ffull soyn he will shape vs to sheynd, {376 And after vs send his garray. {377 Moyses Be not abast, god is oure freynd, {378 And all oure foes will slay; {379 Therfor com on with me, {380 haue done and drede you noght. {381 Secundus Puer That lord blyst might he be, {382 that vs from bayll has broght. {383 Primus Puer Sich frenship neuer we fand; {384 bot yit I drede for perels all, {385 The reede see is here at hand, {386 ther shal we byde to we be thrall. {387 Moyses I shall make way ther with my wand, {388 as god has sayde, to sayf vs all; {389 On ayther syde the see mon stand, {390 to we be gone, right as a wall. {391 Com on wyth me, leyf none behynde; {392 lo fownd, ye now youre god to pleasse, {393 Secundus Puer O, lord,! this way is heynd; {394 Now weynd we all at easse. {395 Primus Miles kyng pharao! thyse folk ar gone. {396 Pharao Say, ar ther any noyes new? {397 Secundus Miles Thise Ebrews ar gone, lord, euer-ichon. {398 Pharao how says thou that? {399 Primus Miles lord, that tayll is trew. Pharao We, out tyte, that they were tayn; {400 That ryett radly shall thay rew, {401 we shall not seasse to thay be slayn, {402 ffor to the see we shall thaym sew; {403 So charge youre chariottis swythe, {404 And fersly look ye folow me. {405 Secundus Miles All redy, lord, we ar full blyth {406 At youre byddyng to be. {407 Primus Miles lord, at youre byddyng ar we bowne {408 Oure bodys boldly for to beyd; {409 we shall not seasse, bot dyng all downe, {410 To all be dede withouten drede. {411 Pharao heyf vp youre hertis vnto mahowne, {412 he will be nere vs in oure nede; {413 help! the raggyd dwyll, we drowne! {414 Now mon we dy for all oure dede. {415 Moyses Now ar we won from all oure wo, {416 And sauyd out of the see; {417 louyng gyf we god vnto, {418 Go we to land now merely. {419 Primus Puer lofe we may that lord on hyght, {420 And euer tell on this meruell; {421 Drownyd he has Kyng pharao myght, {422 louyd be that lord Emanuell. {423 Moyses heuen, thou attend, I say, in syght, {424 And erth my wordys; here what I tell. {425 As rayn or dew on erth doys lyght {426 And waters herbys and trees full well, {427 Gyf louyng to goddys mageste, {428 hys dedys ar done, hys ways ar trew, {429 honowred be he in trynyte, {430 to hym be honowre and vertew. {431 Amen. {432 Caesar Augustus Imperator Be styll, beshers, I commawnd yow, {1 That no man speke a word here now {2 Bot I my self alon; {3 And if ye do, I make a vow, {4 Thys brand abowte youre nekys shall bow, {5 ffor thy be styll as ston: {6 And looke ye grefe me noght, {7 ffor if ye do it shall be boght, {8 I swere you by mahowne; {9 I wote well if ye knew me oght, {10 To slo you all how lytyll I roght, {11 Ston styll ye wold syt downe. {12 ffor all is myn that vp standys, {13 Castels, towers, townys, and landys, {14 To me homage thay bryng; {15 ffor I may bynd and lowse of band, {16 Euery thyng bowys vnto my hand, {17 I want none erthly thyng. {18 I am lord and syr ouer all, {19 All bowys to me, both grete and small, {20 As lord of euery land; {21 Is none so comly on to call, {22 Whoso this agane says, fowll shall be fall, {23 And therto here my hand. {24 ffor I am he that myghty is, {25 And hardely all hathennes {26 Is redy at my wyll; {27 Both ryche, and poore, more & les, {28 At my lykyng for to redres, {29 whether I wyll saue or spyll. {30 Cesar august I am cald, {31 A fayrer cors for to behald, {32 Is not of bloode & bone; {33 Ryche ne poore, yong ne old, {34 Sych an othere, as I am told, {35 In all thys warld, is none. {36 Bot oone thyng doys me full mych care, {37 I trow my land wyll sone mysfare {38 ffor defawte of counsell lele; {39 My counsellars so wyse of lare, {40 help to comforth me of care, {41 No wyt from me ye fele. {42 As I am man moost of renowne, {43 I shall you gyf youre waryson {44 To help me if ye may. {45 Primus Consultus To counsell you, lord, we ar bowne, {46 And for no man that lyfys in towne {47 wyll we not let, perfay; {48 youre messyngere I reede ye call, {49 ffor any thyng that may befall, {50 Byd hym go hastely, {51 Thrugh out youre landys ouer all, {52 Amang youre folk, both grete and small {53 youre gyrth & peasse to cry; {54 ffor to commaunde both yong & old, {55 None be so hardy ne so bold, {56 To hold of none bot you; {57 And, who so doth, put them in hold, {58 And loke ye payn theym many fold. {59 Imperator I shall, I make a vowe; {60 Of thys counsell well payde am I, {61 It shall be done full hastely, {62 wyth outen any respytt. {63 Secundus Consultus My Lord abyde awyle, for why? {64 A word to you I wold cleryfy. {65 Imperator Go on, then, tell me tytt. {66 Secundus Consultus All redy, lord, now permafay, {67 Thys haue I herd syn many day, {68 ffolk in the contre tell; {69 That in this land shuld dwell a may, {70 The which sall bere a chylde, thay say, {71 That shall youre force downe fell. {72 Imperator Downe fell? dwyll! what may this be? {73 Out, harow, full wo is me! {74 I am full wyll of reede! {75 A, fy, and dewyls! whens cam he {76 That thus shuld reyfe me my pawste? {77 Ere shuld I be his dede. {78 ffor certys, then were my worshyp lorne, {79 If sych a swayn, a snoke horne, {80 Shuld thus be my suffrane; {81 may I wyt when that boy is borne, {82 In certan, had the dwyll hit sworne, {83 that gadlyng shuld agane. {84 Primus Consultus Do way, lord, greyf you not so, {85 youre messyngere ye cause furth go {86 Aftyr youre cosyn dere, {87 To speke with you a word, or two, {88 The best counsell that lad to slo, {89 ffull soyn he can you lere; {90 ffor a wyse man that knyght men know. {91 Imperator Now I assent vnto thi saw, {92 of witt art thou the well; {93 ffor all the best men of hym blowys; {94 he shall neuer dystroy my lawes, {95 were he the dwyll of hell. {96 Com lyghtfote, lad, loke thou be yare {97 On my message furth to fare, {98 go tytt to sir syryn; {99 Say sorow takys me full sare, {100 pray hym to comforth me of care, {101 As myn awne dere cosyn; {102 And bot if thou come agane to nyght, {103 look I se the neuer in syght, {104 neuer where in my land. {105 Nuncius yis, certys, lord, I am full lyght, {106 or noyn of the day, I dar you hyght, {107 to bryng hym by the hand. {108 Imperator yai, boy, and as thou luffys me dere, {109 Luke that thou spy, both far and nere, {110 Ouer all in ych place; {111 If thou here any saghes sere, {112 Of any carpyng, far and nere, {113 Of that lad, where that thou gase. {114 Nuncius All redy, lord, I am full bowne, {115 To spyr and spy in euery towne, {116 After that wykkyd, queyd; {117 If I here any runk or rowne, {118 I shall fownd to crak thare crowne, {119 Ouer all, in ylk a stede; {120 And therfor, lord, haue now good day. {121 Imperator Mahowne he wyse the on thi way, {122 That weldys water and wynde; {123 And specyally, here I the pray, {124 To spede the as fast as thou may. {125 Nuncius yis, lord, that shall ye fynde. {126 Mahowne the saue and se, sir syryne! {127 Cesar, my lord, and youre cosyn, {128 he gretys you well by me. {129 Sirinus Thou art welcom to me and myn; {130 Com nere and tell me tythandys thyn, {131 Tyte, what thay may be. {132 Nuncius My lord prays you, as ye luf hym dere, {133 To com to hym, if youre wyll were, {134 To speke with hym awhyle. {135 Sirinus Go grete hym well, thou messyngere, {136 say hym I com, and that right nere, {137 Behynd, the not a myle. {138 Nuncius All redy, lord, at youre byddyng. {139 Mahowne the menske, my lord kyng, {140 And save the by see and sand. {141 Imperator Welcom, bewshere, say what tythyng, {142 Do tell me tyte, for any thyng, {143 What herd thou in my land? {144 Nuncius I herd, no thyng, lord, bot goode; {145 Syr syryn, that I after yode, {146 he wyll be here this nyght. {147 Imperator I thank the by mahownes bloode; {148 Thise tythyngys mekyll amendys my mode; {149 Go rest, thou worthy wyght. {150 Sirinus Mahowne so semely on to call, {151 he saue the, lord of lordis all, {152 Syttyng with thi meneye. {153 Imperator Welcom, sir syrynne, to this hall, {154 Besyde my self here sytt thou shall, {155 Com vp belyf to me. {156 Sirinus yis, lord, I am at youre talent. {157 Imperator Wherfor, sir, I after the sent, {158 I shall the say full right; {159 And therfor take to me intent, {160 I am in poynt for to be shent. {161 Sirinus how so, for mahownes myght? {162 Imperator syr, I am done to vnderstand, {163 That a qweyn here, in this land, {164 shall bere a chyld, I wene, {165 That shall be crowned kyng lyfand, {166 And all shall bow vnto his hand; {167 Thise tythyngys doth me teyne. {168 he shall commaunde both ying and old, {169 None be so hardy ne so bold {170 To gyf seruyce to me; {171 Then wold, my hart be cold {172 If sich a beggere shold {173 My kyngdom thus reyf me; {174 And therfor, sir, I wold the pray, {175 Thy best counsell thou wold me say, {176 To do what I am best; {177 ffor securly, if that I may, {178 If he be fonden I shall hym slay, {179 Aythere by eest or west. {180 Sirinus Now wote ye, lord, what that I reede; {181 I counsell you, as ete I brede, {182 what best therof may be; {183 Gar serche youre land in euery stede, {184 And byd that boy be done to dede, {185 who the fyrst may hym see; {186 And also I rede that ye gar cry, {187 To fleme wyth all that belamy, {188 That shuld be kyng with crowne; {189 Byd ych man com to you holly, {190 And bryng to you a heede penny, {191 That dwellys in towere or towne; {192 That this be done by the thyrde day, {193 Then may none of his freyndys say, {194 Bot he has mayde homage. {195 If ye do thus, sir, permafay, {196 youre worship shall ye wyn for ay, {197 If thay make you trowage. {198 Imperator I thank you, sir, as myght I the, {199 ffor thyse tythyngys that thou tellys me, {200 Thy counsell shall avayll; {201 lord and syre of this cowntre, {202 wythouten ende here make I the, {203 ffor thy good counsell; {204 My messyngere, loke thou be bowne, {205 And weynd belyf from towne to towne, {206 And be my nobyll swane; {207 I pray the, as thou luffys mahowne, {208 And also for thy waryson, {209 That thou com tytt agane. {210 Commaunde the folk holly ichon, {211 Ryche ne poore forgett thou none, {212 To hold, holly on me, {213 And lowtt me as thare lord alone; {214 And who wyll not thay shall be slone, {215 This brand thare bayll shal be. {216 Therfor thou byd both old and ying, {217 That ich man know me for his kyng, {218 ffor drede that I thaym spyll, {219 That I am lord, and in tokynyng, {220 Byd ich man a penny bryng, {221 And make homage me tyll. {222 To my statutys who wyll not stand, {223 ffast for to fle outt of my land, {224 Byd thaym, withouten lyte; {225 Now by mahowne, god all weldand, {226 Thou shall be mayde knyght with my hand, {227 And therfor hye the tyte. {228 Nuncius All redy, lord, it shall be done; {229 Bot I wote well I com not sone, {230 And therfor be not wroth; {231 I swere you, sir, by son and moyne, {232 I com not here by fore eft none, {233 wheder ye be leyfe or loth; {234 Bot hafe good day, now wyll I weynd, {235 ffor longer here may I not leynd, {236 Bot grathe me furth my gate. {237 Imperator Mahowne that is curtes and heynd, {238 he bryng thi Iornay well to eynd, {239 And wysh the that all wate. {240 The Annunciation God Sythen I haue mayde all thyng of noght, {1 And Adam with my handis hath wroght, {2 Lyke to myn ymage, att my devyse, {3 And gyffen hym Ioy in paradyse, {4 To won therin, as that I wend, {5 To that he dyd that I defend; {6 Then I hym put out of that place, {7 Bot yit, I myn, I hight hym grace {8 Oyll of mercy I can hym heyt, {9 And tyme also his bayll to beytt. {10 ffor he has boght his syn full sore, {11 Thise fyfe thowsand yeris and more, {12 ffyrst in erthe and sythen in hell; {13 Bot long therin shall he not dwell. {14 Outt of payn he shall be boght, {15 I wyll not tyne that I haue wroght. {16 I wyll make redempcyon, {17 As I hyght for my person, {18 All wyth reson and with right, {19 Both thrugh mercy and thrugh myght. {20 he shall not, therfor, ay be spylt, {21 ffor he was wrangwysly begylt; {22 he shall out of preson pas, {23 ffor that he begyled was {24 Thrugh the edder, and his wyfe; {25 Thay gart hym towch the tree of lyfe, {26 And ete the frute that I forbed, {27 And he was dampned for that dede. {28 Ryghtwysnes wyll we make; {29 I wyll that my son manhede take, {30 ffor reson wyll that ther be thre, {31 A man, a madyn, and a tre: {32 Man for man, tre for tre, {33 Madyn for madyn; thus shal it be. {34 My son shall in a madyn light, {35 Agans the feynd of hell to fight; {36 wythouten wem, os son thrugh glas, {37 And she madyn as she was. {38 Both god and man shall he be, {39 And she moder and madyn fre. {40 To abraham I am in dett {41 To safe hym and his gett; {42 And I wyll that all prophecye {43 Be fulfyllyd here by me; {44 ffor I am lord and lech of heyle, {45 My prophetys shall be funden leyle; {46 As moyses sayd, and Isay, {47 Kyng dauid, and Ieromy, {48 Abacuk, and daniell, {49 Sybyll sage, that sayde ay well, {50 And myne othere prophetis all, {51 As thay haue [said] it shall befall. {52 Ryse vp, gabriell, and weynd {53 vnto a madyn that is heynd, {54 To nazareth in galilee, {55 Ther she dwellys in that cytee. {56 To that vyrgyn and to that spouse, {57 To a man of dauid house, {58 Ioseph also he is namyd by, {59 And the madyn name mary. {60 Angell must to mary go, {61 ffor the feynd was eue fo; {62 he was foule and layth to syght, {63 And thou art angell fayr and bright; {64 And hayls that madyn, my lemman, {65 As heyndly as thou can. {66 Of my behalf thou shall hyr grete, {67 I haue hyr chosen, that madyn swete, {68 She shall conceyf my derlyng, {69 Thrugh thy word and hyr heryng. {70 In hyr body wyll I lyght, {71 That is to me clenly dyght; {72 She shall of hyr body bere {73 God and man wythouten dere. {74 She shall be blyssyd wythouten ende; {75 Grayth the gabriell, and weynd. {76 Gabriel hayll, mary, gracyouse! {77 hayll, madyn and godis spouse! {78 Vnto the I lowte; {79 Of all vyrgyns thou art qwene, {80 That euer was, or shall be seyn, {81 wythouten dowte. {82 hayll, mary, and well thou be! {83 My lord of heuen is wyth the, {84 wythouten end; {85 hayll, woman most of mede! {86 Goodly lady, haue thou no drede, {87 That I commend; {88 ffor thou has fonden all thyn oone, {89 The grace of god, that was out gone, {90 ffor adam plyght. {91 This is the grace that the betydys, {92 Thou shall conceyue within thi sydys {93 A chyld of myght. {94 When he is comen, that thi son, {95 he shall take cyrcumsycyon, {96 Call hym ihesum. {97 Mightfull man shall be he that, {98 And godys son shall he hat, {99 By his day com. {100 My lord also shall gyf hym tyll {101 hys fader sete, dauid, at wyll, {102 Therin to sytt: {103 he shall be kyng in Iacob kyn, {104 hys kyngdom shall neuer blyn, {105 lady, well thou wytt. {106 Mary What is thi name? {107 Gabriel gabriell; godys strengthe and his angell, {108 That comys to the. {109 Mary fferly gretyng thou me gretys; {110 A child to bere thou me hetys, {111 how shuld, it be? {112 I cam neuer by man's syde, {113 Bot has avowed my madynhede, {114 ffrom fleshly gett. {115 Therfor I wote not how {116 That this be brokyn, as a vow {117 That I haue hett; {118 Neuer the les, well I wote, {119 To wyrk thi word and hold, thi hote {120 Mightfull god is; {121 Bot I ne wote of what manere, {122 Therfor I pray the, messyngere, {123 That thou me wysh. {124 Gabriel lady, this is the preuate; {125 The holy gost shall light in the, {126 And his vertue, {127 he shall vmshade and fulfyll {128 That thi madynhede shall neuer spyll, {129 Bot ay be new. {130 The child that thou shall bere, madame, {131 Shall godys son be callid by name; {132 And se, mary, {133 Elesabeth, thi Cosyn, that is cald, geld, {134 She has conceyffed a son in elde, {135 Of zacary; {136 And this is, who wyll late, {137 The sext moneth of hyr conceytate, {138 That geld, is cald. {139 No word, lady, that I the bryng, {140 Is vnmyghtfull to heuen kyng, {141 Bot all shall hald. {142 Mary I lofe my lord all weldand, {143 I am his madyn at his hand, {144 And in his wold. {145 I trow bodword that thou me bryng, {146 Be done to me in all thyng, {147 As thou has told. {148 Gabriel Mary, madyn heynd, {149 me behovys to weynd, {150 my leyf at the I take. {151 Mary ffar to my freynd, {152 Who the can send, {153 ffor mankynde sake. {154 Joseph All-myghty god, what may this be! {155 Of mary my wyfe meruels me, {156 Alas, what has she wroght? {157 A, hyr body is grete and she with childe! {158 ffor me was she neuer fylyd, {159 Therfor myin is it noght. {160 I irke full sore with my lyfe, {161 That euer I wed so yong a wyfe, {162 That bargan may I ban; {163 To me it was a carefull dede, {164 I myght well wyt that yowthede {165 wold, haue lykyng of man {166 I am old, sothly to say, {167 passed, I am all preuay play, {168 The gams fro me ar gane. {169 It is ill cowpled, of youth and elde; {170 I wote well, for I am vnwelde, {171 som othere has she tane. {172 she is with chyld, I wote neuer how, {173 Now, who wold, any woman trow? {174 Certys, no man that can any goode; {175 I wote not in the warld, what I shuld, do, {176 Bot now then wyll I weynd hyr to, {177 And wytt who owe that foode. {178 hayll, mary, and well ye be! {179 why, bot woman, what chere with the? {180 Mary The better, sir, for you. {181 Joseph So wold, I, woman, that ye wore; {182 Bot certys, mary, I rew full sore {183 It standys so with the now. {184 Bot of a thyng frayn the I shall, {185 who owe this child, thou gose with all? {186 Mary Syr, ye, and god of heuen. {187 Joseph Myne, mary? do way thi dyn; {188 That I shuld, oght haue parte therin {189 Thou nedys it not to neuen; {190 wherto neuyns thou me therto? {191 I had neuer with the to do, {192 how shuld it then be myne? {193 whos is that chyld, so god the spede? {194 Mary Syr, godys and yowrs, with outen drede. {195 Joseph That word, had, thou to tyne, {196 ffor it is right full far me fro, {197 And I forthynkys thou has done so {198 Thise ill dedys bedene; {199 And if thou speke thi self to spyll, {200 It is full sore agans my wyll, {201 If better myght haue bene. {202 Mary At godys wyll, Ioseph, must it be, {203 ffor certanly bot god and ye {204 I know none othere man; {205 ffor fleshly was I neuer fylyd. {206 Joseph how shuld thou thus then be with chyld? {207 Excuse the well thou can; {208 I blame the not, so god me saue, {209 woman maners if that thou haue, {210 Bot certys I say the this, {211 well wote thou, and so do I, {212 Thi body fames the openly, {213 That thou has done amys. {214 Mary yee, god he knowys all my doyng. {215 Joseph we! now, this is a wonder thyng, {216 I can noght say therto; {217 Bot in my hart I haue greatt care, {218 And ay the longer mare and mare; {219 ffor doyll what shall I do? {220 Godys and myn she says it is; {221 I wyll not fader it, she says amys; {222 ffor shame yit shuld, she let, {223 To excuse hir velany by me; {224 with hir I thynk no longer be, {225 I rew that euer we met. {226 And how we met ye shall wyt sone; {227 Men vse yong chyldren for to done {228 In temple for to lere; {229 Soo dyd thay hir, to she wex more {230 Then othere madyns wyse of lore; {231 then byshopes sayd to hir, {232 "Mary, the behowfys to take {233 Som yong man to be thi make, {234 As thou seys other haue, {235 In the temple which thou wyll neuen;" {236 And she sayd, none, bot god of heuen, {237 To hym she had hir tane; {238 She wold none othere for any sagh; {239 Thay sayd she must, it was the lagh, {240 She was of age thertill. {241 To the temple thay somond old and ying, {242 All of Iuda ofspryng, {243 The law for to fulfill. {244 Thay gaf ich man a white wand, {245 And bad vs bere them in oure hande, {246 To offre with good intent; {247 Thay offerd thare yerdys vp in that tyde, {248 ffor I was old, I stode be syde, {249 I wyst not what thay ment; {250 Thay lakyd, oone, thay sayde in hy, {251 All had offerd, thay sayd, bot I, {252 ffor I ay withdrogh me. {253 ffurth with my wande thay mayd, me com, {254 In my hand, it floryshed with blome; {255 Then sayde thay all to me, {256 "If thou be old, meruell not the, {257 ffor god of heuen thus ordans he, {258 Thi wand shewys openly; {259 It florishes so, withouten nay, {260 That the behovys wed mary the may;" {261 A sory man then was I; {262 I was full sory in my thoght, {263 I sayde for old I myght noght {264 hir haue neuer the wheder; {265 I was vnlykely to hir so yong, {266 Thay sayde ther helpyd, none excusyng, {267 And wed vs thus togeder. {268 when I all thus had wed hir thare, {269 we and my madyns home can fare, {270 That kyngys doghters were; {271 All wroght thay sylk to fynd them on, {272 Marie wroght purpyll, the oder none {273 bot othere colers sere. {274 I left thaym in good peasse wenyd I, {275 Into the contre I went on hy, {276 My craft to vse with mayn; {277 To gett oure lyfyng I must nede, {278 On marie I prayd them take good hede, {279 To that I cam agane. {280 Neyn monethes was I fro that myld,; {281 when I cam home she was with chyld. {282 Alas, I sayd, for shame! {283 I askyd ther women who that had done, {284 And thay me sayde an angell sone, {285 syn that I went from hame; {286 An angell spake with that wyght, {287 And no man els, bi day nor nyght, {288 "sir, therof be ye bold". {289 Thay excusyd hir thus sothly, {290 To make hir clene of hir foly, {291 And babyshed, me that was old. {292 Shuld, an angell this dede haue wroght? {293 Sich excusyng helpys noght, {294 ffor no craft that thay can; {295 A heuenly thyng, for sothe, is he, {296 And she is erthly; this may not be, {297 It is som othere man. {298 Certys, I forthynk sore of hir dede, {299 Bot it is long of yowth-hede, {300 All sich wanton playes; {301 ffor yong women wyll nedys play them {302 with yong men, if old, forsake them, {303 Thus it is sene always. {304 Bot marie and I playd neuer so sam, {305 Neuer togeder we vsid, that gam, {306 I cam hir neuer so nere; {307 she is as clene as cristall clyfe {308 ffor me, and shalbe whyls I lyf, {309 The law wyll it be so. {310 And then am I cause of hir dede, {311 ffor thi then can I now no rede, {312 Alas, what I am wo! {313 And sothly, if it so befall, {314 Godys son that she be with all, {315 If sich grace myght betyde, {316 I wote well that I am not he, {317 which that is worthi to be {318 That blyssed, body besyde, {319 Nor yit to be in company; {320 To wyldernes I will for thi {321 Enfors me for to fare; {322 And neuer longer with hir dele, {323 Bot stylly shall I from hir stele, {324 That mete shall we no mare. {325 Angel Do wa, Ioseph, and mend thy thoght, {326 I warne the well, and weynd thou noght, {327 To wyldernes so wylde; {328 Turne home to thi spouse agane, {329 look thou deme in hir no trane, {330 ffor she was neuer ffylde. {331 wyte thou no wyrkyng of Werkys wast, {332 She hase consauyd the holy gast, {333 And she shall bere godys son; {334 ffor thy with hir, in thi degre, {335 Meke and buxom looke thou be, {336 And with hir dwell and won. {337 Joseph A, lord, I lofe the all alon, {338 That vowches safe that I be oone {339 To tent that chyld so ying; {340 I that thus haue vngrathly gone, {341 And vntruly taken apon {342 Mary, that dere darlyng. {343 I rewe full sore that I haue sayde, {344 And of hir byrdyng hir vpbrade, {345 And she not gylty is; {346 ffor thy to hir now Wyll I weynde, {347 And pray hir for to be my freynde, {348 And aske hir forgyfnes. {349 A, mary, wyfe, what chere? {350 Mary The better, sir, that ye ar here; {351 Thus long where haue ye lent? {352 Joseph Certys, walkyd aboute, lyke a fon, {353 That wrangwysly hase taken apon; {354 I wyst neuer What I ment; {355 Bot I wote well, my lemman fre, {356 I haue trespast to god and the; {357 fforgyf me, I the pray. {358 Mary Now all that euer ye sayde me to, {359 God forgyf you, and I do, {360 With all the myght I may. {361 Joseph Gramercy, mary, thi good wyll {362 So kyndly forgyfys that I sayde yll, {363 When I can the vpbrade; {364 Bot well is hym hase sich a fode, {365 A, meke wyf, withouten goode, {366 he may well hold, hym payde. {367 A, what I am light as lynde! {368 he that may both lowse and bynde, {369 And euery mys amend, {370 leyn me grace, powere, and myght, {371 My wyfe and hir swete yong wight {372 To kepe, to my lyfys ende. {373 The Salutation of Elizabeth Mary My lord of heuen, that syttys he, {1 And all thyng seys with ee, {2 The safe, Elezabeth. {3 Elizabeth Welcom, mary, blyssed blome, {4 Ioyfull am I of thi com {5 To me, from nazareth. {6 Mary how standys it with you, dame, of qwart? {7 Elizabeth well, my doghter and dere hart, {8 As can for myn elde. {9 Mary To speke with you me thoght full lang, {10 ffor ye with childe in elde gang, {11 And ye be cald, geld. {12 Elizabeth ffull lang shall I the better be, {13 That I may speke my fyll with the, {14 My dere kyns Woman; {15 To wytt how thi freyndys fare, {16 In thi countre where thay ar, {17 Therof tell me thou can, {18 And how thou farys, my dere derlyng. {19 Mary Well, dame, gramercy youre askyng, {20 ffor good I wote ye spyr. {21 Elizabeth And Ioachym, thy fader, at hame, {22 And anna, my nese, and thi dame, {23 how standys it with hym and hir? {24 Mary Dame, yit ar thay both on lyfe, {25 Both ioachym and anna his wyfe. {26 Elizabeth Els were my hart full sore. {27 Mary Dame, god that all may, {28 yeld, you that ye say, {29 And, blys you therfore. {30 Elizabeth Blyssed be thou of all women, {31 And the fruyte that I well ken, {32 Within the wombe of the; {33 And this tyme may I blys, {34 That my lordys moder is {35 Comen thus vnto me. {36 ffor syn that tyme full well I wote, {37 The stevyn of angell voce it smote, {38 And rang now in myn ere; {39 A selcouth thyng is me betyde. {40 The chyld makys Ioy, as any byrd, {41 That I in body bere. {42 And als, mary, blyssed be thou, {43 That stedfastly wold, trow, {44 The wordys of oure heven kyng; {45 Therfor all thyng now shall be kend, {46 That vnto the were sayd or send, {47 By the angell gretyng. {48 Mary Magnificat anima mea dominum; My saull lufys my lord abuf, {49 And my gost gladys with luf, {50 In god, that is my hele; {51 ffor he has bene sene agane, {52 The buxumnes of his bane, {53 And kept me madyn lele. {54 Lo, therof what me shall betyde- {55 All nacyons on euery syde, {56 Blyssyd shall me call; {57 ffor he that is full of myght, {58 Mekyll thyng to me has dyght, {59 his name be blyssed ouer all; {60 And his mercy is also {61 ffrom kynde to kynde, tyll all tho {62 That ar hym dredand. {63 Myght in his armes he wroght, {64 And dystroed in his thoght, {65 Prowde men and hygh berand. {66 Myghty men furth of sete he dyd, {67 And he hyghtynd in that stede {68 The meke men of hart; {69 The hungre With all good he fyld, {70 And left the rich outt shyld, {71 Thaym to Vnquart. {72 Israell has vnder law, {73 his awne son in his awe, {74 By menys of his mercy; {75 As he told before by name, {76 To oure fader, abraham, {77 And seyd of his body. {78 Elezabeth, myn awnt dere, {79 My lefe I take at you here, {80 ffor I dwell now full lang. {81 Elizabeth wyll thou now go, godys fere? {82 Com kys me, doghter, with good chere, {83 or thou hens gang; {84 ffarewell now, thou frely foode! {85 I pray the be of comforth goode, {86 ffor thou art full of grace; {87 Grete well all oure kyn of bloode; {88 That lord, that the with grace infude, {89 he saue all in this place. {90 The First Shepherds' Play Primus Pastor Lord, what thay ar weyll / that hens ar past! {1 ffor thay noght feyll / theym to downe cast. {2 here is mekyll vnceyll / and long has it last, {3 Now in hart, now in heyll / now in weytt, now in blast, {4 Now in care, {5 Now in comforth agane, {6 Now is fayre, now is rane, {7 Now in hart full fane, {8 And after full sare. {9 Thus this Warld, as I say / farys on ylk syde, {10 ffor after oure play / com sorows vnryde; {11 ffor he that most may / When he syttys in pryde, {12 When it comys on assay / is kesten downe wyde, {13 This is seyn; {14 When ryches is he, {15 Then comys pouerte, {16 hors-man Iak cope {17 Walkys then, I weyn. {18 I thank it god / hark ye what I mene, {19 ffor euen or for od / I haue mekyll tene; {20 As heuy as a sod / I grete with myn eene, {21 When I nap on my cod / for care that has bene, {22 And sorow. {23 All my shepe ar gone, {24 I am not left oone, {25 The rott has theym slone; {26 Now beg I and borow. {27 My handys may I wryng / and mowrnyng make, {28 Bot if good will spryng / the countre forsake; {29 ffermes thyk ar comyng / my purs is bot wake, {30 I haue nerehand nothyng / to pay nor to take; {31 I may syng {32 With purs penneles, {33 That makys this heuynes, {34 Wo is me this dystres! {35 And has no helpyng. {36 Thus sett I my mynde / truly to neuen, {37 By my wytt to fynde / to cast the warld in seuen; {38 My shepe haue I tynde / by the moren full euen; {39 Now if hap will grynde / god from his heuen {40 Send grace. {41 To the fare will I me, {42 To by shepe, perde, {43 And yit may I multyple, {44 ffor all this hard case. {45 Secundus Pastor Benste, benste / be vs emang, {46 And saue all that I se / here in this thrang, {47 he saue you and me / ouertwhart and endlang, {48 That hang on a tre / I say you no wrang; {49 Cryst saue vs {50 ffrom all myschefys, {51 ffrom robers and thefys, {52 ffrom those mens grefys, {53 That oft ar agans vs. {54 Both bosters and bragers / god kepe vs fro, {55 That with thare long dagers / dos mekyll wo; {56 ffrom all byll hagers / with colknyfys that go; {57 Sich wryers and wragers / gose to and fro {58 ffor to crak. {59 Who so says hym agane, {60 were better be slane; {61 Both ploghe and wane {62 Amendys will not make. {63 he will make it as prowde / a lord as he were, {64 With a hede lyke a clowde / ffelterd his here; {65 he spekys on lowde / with a grym bere, {66 I wold not haue trowde / so galy in gere {67 As he glydys. {68 I wote not the better, {69 Nor wheder is gretter, {70 The lad or the master, {71 So stowtly he strydys. {72 If he hask me oght / that he wold, to his pay, {73 ffull dere bese it boght / if I say nay; {74 Bot god that all wroght / to the now I say, {75 help that thay were broght / to a better way {76 ffor thare sawlys; {77 And send theym good mendyng {78 With a short endyng, {79 And with the to be lendyng {80 When that thou callys. {81 how, gyb, goode morne / wheder goys thou? {82 Thou goys ouer the corne / gyb, I say, how! {83 Primus Pastor Who is that? John horne / I make god a vowe! {84 I say not in skorne / thom, how farys thou? {85 Secundus Pastor hay, ha! {86 Ar ye in this towne? {87 Primus Pastor yey, by my crowne. {88 Secundus Pastor I thoght by youre gowne {89 This was youre aray. {90 Primus Pastor I am euer elyke / wote I neuer what it gars, {91 Is none in this ryke / a shepard, farys wars. {92 Secundus Pastor poore men ar in the dyke / and oft tyme mars, {93 The warld is slyke / also helpars {94 Is none here. {95 Primus Pastor It is sayde full ryfe, {96 “a man may not wyfe {97 And also thryfe, {98 And all in a yere.” {99 Secundus Pastor ffyrst must vs crepe / and sythen go. {100 Primus Pastor I go to by shepe. / Secundus Pastor nay, not so; {101 What, dreme ye or slepe? / where shuld thay go? {102 here shall thou none kepe. / {103 Primus Pastor A, good sir, ho! {103 Who am I? {104 I wyll pasture my fe {105 where so euer lykys me, {106 here shall thou theym se. {107 Secundus Pastor Not so hardy! {108 Not oone shepe tayll / shall thou bryng hedyr. {109 Primus Pastor I shall bryng, no fayll / A hundreth togedyr. {110 Secundus Pastor What, art thou in ayll / longys thou oght whedir? {111 Primus Pastor Thay shall go, saunce fayll / go now, bell weder! {112 Secundus Pastor I say, tyr! {113 Primus Pastor I say, tyr, now agane! {114 I say skyp ouer the plane. {115 Secundus Pastor wold, thou neuer so fane, {116 Tup, I say, whyr! {117 Primus Pastor What, wyll thou not yit / I say, let the shepe go? {118 Whop! {119 Secundus Pastor abyde yit. / {119 Primus Pastor Will thou bot so? {119 knafe, hens I byd flytt / as good that thou do, {120 Or shall I the hytt / on thi pate, lo, {121 shall thou reyll; {122 I say, gyf the shepe space. {123 Secundus Pastor Syr, a letter of youre grace, {124 here comys slaw-pase {125 ffro the myln whele. {126 Tercius Pastor What a do, what a do / is this you betweyn? {127 A good day, thou, and thou. {128 Primus Pastor Hark what I meyn {130 You to say: {131 I was bowne to by store, {132 drofe my shepe me before, {133 he says not oone hore {134 shall pas by this way; {135 Bot and he were wood / this way shall thay go. {136 Tercius Pastor yey, bot tell me, good / where ar youre shepe, lo? {137 Secundus Pastor Now, sir, by my hode / yit se I no mo, {138 Not syn I here stode. / {139 Tercius Pastor god gyf you wo {139 and sorow! {140 ye fysh before the nett, {141 And stryfe on this bett, {142 sich folys neuer I mett {143 Evyn or at morow. {144 It is wonder to wyt / where wytt shuld, be fownde; {145 here ar old, knafys yit / standys on this grownde, {146 these wold, by thare wytt / make a shyp be drownde; {147 he were well qwytt / had sold, for a pownde {148 sich two. {149 thay fyght and thay flyte {150 ffor that at comys not tyte; {151 It is far to byd hyte {152 To an eg or it go. {153 Tytter want ye sowll / then sorow I pray; {154 Ye brayde of mowll / that went by the way- {155 Many shepe can she poll / bot oone had she ay- {156 Bot she happynyd full fowll / hyr pycher, I say, {157 Was broken; {158 “ho, god”, she sayde, {159 bot oone shepe yit she hade, {160 The mylk pycher was layde, {161 The skarthis was the tokyn. {162 Bot syn ye ar bare / of wysdom to knawe, {163 Take hede how I fare / and lere at my lawe; {164 ye nede not to care / if ye folow my sawe; {165 hold, ye my mare / this sek thou thrawe {166 On my bak, {167 Whylst I, with my hand, {168 lawse the sek band; {169 Com nar and, by stand {170 Both gyg and Iak; {171 Is not all shakyn owte / and no meyll is therin? {172 Primus Pastor yey, that is no dowte. / Tercius Pastor so is youre wyttys thyn. {173 And ye look well abowte / nawther more nor myn, {174 So gose youre wyttys owte / evyn as It com In: {175 Geder vp {176 And seke it agane. {177 Secundus Pastor May we not be fane! {178 he has told vs full plane {179 Wysdom to sup. {180 Iak Garcio Now god gyf you care / foles all sam; {181 Sagh I neuer none so fare / bot the foles of gotham. {182 Wo is hir that yow bare / youre syre and youre dam, {183 had she broght furth an hare / a shepe, or a lam, {184 had bene well. {185 Of all the foles I can tell, {186 ffrom heuen vnto hell, {187 ye thre bere the bell; {188 God gyf you vnceyll. {189 Primus Pastor how pastures oure fee / say me, good pen. {190 Iak Garcio Thay ar gryssed to the kne. / Secundus Pastor fare fall the! {191 Iak Garcio Amen! {191 If ye will ye may se / youre bestes ye ken. {192 Primus Pastor Sytt we downe all thre / and drynk shall we then. {193 Tercius Pastor yey, torde! {194 I am leuer ete; {195 what is drynk withoute mete? {196 Gett mete, gett, {197 And sett vs a borde, {198 Then may we go dyne / oure bellys to fyll. {199 Secundus Pastor Abyde vnto syne. / Tercius Pastor be god, sir, I nyll! {200 I am worthy the wyne / me thynk it good skyll; {201 My seruyse I tyne / I fare full yll, {202 At youre mangere. {203 Primus Pastor Trus! go we to mete, {204 It is best that we trete, {205 I lyst not to plete {206 To stand in thi dangere; {207 Thou has euer bene curst / syn we met togeder. {208 Tercius Pastor Now in fayth, if I durst / ye ar euen my broder. {209 Secundus Pastor Syrs, let vs cryb furst / for oone thyng or oder, {210 That thise wordis be purst / and let vs go foder {211 Oure mompyns; {212 lay furth of oure store, {213 lo, here! browne of a bore. {214 Primus Pastor Set mustard afore, {215 oure mete now begyns; {216 here a foote of a cowe / well sawsed, I wene, {217 The pestell of a sowe / that powderd has bene, {218 Two blodyngis, I trow / A leueryng betwene; {219 Do gladly, syrs, now / my breder bedene, {220 With more. {221 Both befe, and moton {222 Of an ewe that was roton, {223 Good mete for a gloton; {224 Ete of this store. {225 Secundus Pastor I haue here in my mayll / sothen and rost, {226 Euen of an ox tayll / that wold, not be lost; {227 ha, ha, goderhayll! / I let for no cost, {228 A good py or we fayll / this is good for the frost {229 In a mornyng; {230 And two swyne gronys, {231 All a hare bot the lonys, {232 we myster no sponys {233 here, at oure mangyng. {234 Tercius Pastor here is to recorde / the leg of a goys, {235 with chekyns endorde / pork, partryk, to roys; {236 A tart for a lorde / how thynk ye this doys? {237 A calf lyuer skorde / with the veryose; {238 Good sawse, {239 This is a restorete {240 To make a good appete. {241 Primus Pastor yee speke all by clerge[te], {242 I here by your clause; {243 Cowth ye by youre gramery / reche vs a drynk, {244 I shuld be more mery / ye wote What I thynk. {245 Secundus Pastor haue good ayll of hely / bewar now, I wynk, {246 ffor and thou drynk drely / in thy poll wyll it synk. {247 Primus Pastor A, so; {248 This is boyte of oure bayll, {249 good holsom ayll. {250 Tercius Pastor ye hold, long the skayll, {251 Now lett me go to. {252 Secundus Pastor I shrew those lyppys / bot thou leyff me som parte. {253 Primus Pastor be god, he bot syppys / begylde thou art; {254 Behold, how he kyppys. / {255 Secundus Pastor I shrew you so smart, {255 And me on my hyppys / bot if I gart {256 Abate. {257 Be thou wyne, be thou ayll, {258 bot if my brethe fayll, {259 I shall sett the on sayll; {260 God send the good gayte. {261 Tercius Pastor Be my dam saull, alyce / It was sadly dronken. {262 Primus Pastor Now, as euer haue I blys / to the bothom it is sonken. {263 Secundus Pastor yit a botell here is. / Tercius Pastor that is well spoken! {264 By my thryft we must kys. / {265 Secundus Pastor that had I forgoten. {265 Bot hark! {266 Who so can best syng {267 Shall haue the begynnyng. {268 Primus Pastor Now prays at the partyng {269 I shall sett you on warke; {270 We haue done oure parte / and songyn right weyll, {271 I drynk for my parte. / {272 Secundus Pastor Abyde, lett cop reyll. {272 Primus Pastor Godys forbot, thou spart / and thou drynk euery deyll. {273 Tercius Pastor Thou has dronken a quart / therfor choke the the deyll. {274 Primus Pastor Thou rafys; {275 And it were for a sogh {276 Ther is drynk enogh. {277 Tercius Pastor I shrew the handys it drogh! {278 ve be both knafys. {279 Primus Pastor Nay! we knaues all / thus thynk me best, {280 so, sir, shuld, ye call. / {281 Secundus Pastor furth let it rest; {281 we will not brall. / {282 Primus Pastor then wold I we fest, {282 This mete Who shall / into panyere kest. {283 Tercius Pastor syrs, herys; {284 ffor oure saules lett vs do {285 Poore men gyf it to. {286 Primus Pastor Geder vp, lo, lo! {287 ye hungre begers ffrerys! {288 Secundus Pastor It draes nere nyght / trus, go we to rest; {289 I am euen redy dyght / I thynk it the best. {290 Tercius Pastor ffor ferde we be fryght / a crosse lett vs kest, {291 Cryst crosse, benedyght / eest and west, {292 ffor drede. {293 Jesus onazorus, {294 Crucyefixus, {295 Morcus, andreus, {296 God be oure spede! {297 Angel herkyn, hyrdes, awake! / gyf louyng ye shall, {298 he is borne for [y]oure sake / lorde perpetuall; {299 he is comen to take / and rawnson you all, {300 youre sorowe to slake / kyng emperiall, {301 he behestys; {302 That chyld is borne {303 At bethelem this morne, {304 ye shall fynde hym beforne {305 Betwix two bestys. {306 Primus Pastor A, godys dere dominus! / What was that sang? {307 It was wonder curiose / with small noytys emang; {308 I pray to god saue vs / now in this thrang; {309 I am ferd, by ihesus / somwhat be wrang; {310 Me thoght, {311 Oone scremyd on lowde; {312 I suppose it was a clowde, {313 In myn erys it sowde, {314 By hym that me boght! {315 Secundus Pastor Nay, that may not be / I say you certan, {316 ffor he spake to vs thre / as he had bene a man; {317 When he lemyd on this lee / my hart shakyd than, {318 An angell was he / tell you I can, {319 No dowte. {320 he spake of a barne, {321 We must seke hym, I you warne, {322 That betokyns yond starne, {323 That standys yonder owte. {324 Tercius Pastor It was meruell to se / so bright as it shone, {325 I wold haue trowyd, veraly / it had bene thoner flone, {326 Bot I sagh with myn ee / as I lenyd to this stone; {327 It was a mery gle / sich hard I neuer none, {328 I recorde. {329 As he sayde in a skreme, {330 Or els that I dreme, {331 we shuld go to bedleme, {332 To wyrship that lorde. {333 Primus Pastor That same childe is he / that prophetys of told, {334 Shuld make them fre / that adam had sold. {335 Secundus Pastor Take tent vnto me / this is inrold, {336 By the wordys of Isae / a prynce most bold {337 shall he be, {338 And kyng with crowne, {339 Sett on dauid trone, {340 Sich was neuer none, {341 Seyn with oure ee. {342 Tercius Pastor Also Isay says / oure faders vs told {343 That a vyrgyn shuld pas / of Iesse, that wold {344 Bryng furth by grace / a floure so bold; {345 That vyrgyn now has / these wordys vphold, {346 As ye se; {347 Trust it now we may, {348 he is borne this day, {349 Exiet virga {350 De radice iesse. {351 Primus Pastor Of hym spake more / Sybyll as I weyn, {352 And nabugodhonosor / from oure faythe alyene, {353 In the fornace where thay wore / thre childre sene, {354 The fourt stode before / godys son lyke to bene. {355 Secundus Pastor That fygure {356 Was gyffen by reualacyon {357 That god wold haue a son; {358 This is a good lesson, {359 Vs to consydure. {360 Tercius Pastor Of hym spake Ieromy / and moyses also, {361 Where he sagh hym by / a bushe burnand, lo! {362 when he cam to aspy / if it were so, {363 Vnburnyd was it truly / at commyng therto, {364 A wonder. {365 Primus Pastor That was for to se {366 hir holy vyrgynyte, {367 That she vnfylyd shuld be, {368 Thus can I ponder, {369 And shuld haue a chyld / sich was neuer sene. {370 Secundus Pastor pese, man, thou art begyld, / thou shall se hym with eene, {371 Of a madyn so myld / greatt meruell I mene; {372 yee, and she vnfyld / a virgyn clene, {373 So soyne. {374 Primus Pastor Nothyng is inpossybyll {375 sothly, that god wyll; {376 It shalbe stabyll {377 That god wyll haue done. {378 Secundus Pastor Abacuc and ely / prophesyde so, {379 Elezabeth and zachare / and many other mo, {380 And dauid as veraly / is witnes therto, {381 Iohn Baptyste sewrly / and daniel also. {382 Tercius Pastor So saying, {383 he is godys son alon, {384 without hym shalbe none, {385 his sete and his trone {386 Shall euer be lastyng; {387 Primus Pastor Virgill in his poetre / sayde in his verse, {388 Even thus by gramere / as I shall reherse; {389 “Iam noua progenies celo demittitur alto, Iam rediet virgo, redeunt saturnia regna.” Secundus Pastor weme! tord! what speke ye / here in myn eeres? {390 Tell vs no clerge / I hold you of the freres, {391 ye preche; {392 It semys by youre laton {393 ye haue lerd, youre caton. {394 Primus Pastor herk, syrs, ye fon, {395 I shall you teche; {396 he sayde from heuen / a new kynde is send, {397 whom a vyrgyn to neuen, oure mys to amend, {398 Shall conceyue full euen / thus make I an end; {399 And yit more to neuen / that samyne shall bend {400 vnto vs, {401 With peasse and plente, {402 with ryches and menee, {403 Good luf and charyte {404 Blendyd amanges vs {405 Tercius Pastor And I hold it trew / ffor ther shuld be, {406 When that kyng commys new / peasse by land and se. {407 Secundus Pastor Now brethere, adew! / take tent vnto me; {408 I wold, that we knew / of this song so fre {409 Of the angell; {410 I hard by hys steuen, {411 he was send downe ffro heuen. {412 Primus Pastor It is trouth that ye neuen, {413 I hard hym well spell. {414 Secundus Pastor Now, by god that me boght / it was a mery song; {415 I dar say that he broght / foure & twenty to a long. {416 Tercius Pastor I wold, it were soght / that same vs emong. {417 Primus Pastor In fayth I trow noght / so many he throng {418 On a heppe; {419 Thay were gentyll and small, {420 And well tonyd with all. {421 Tercius Pastor yee, bot I can thaym all, {422 Now lyst I lepe. {423 Primus Pastor Brek outt youre voce / let se as ye yelp. {424 Tercius Pastor I may not for the pose / bot I haue help. {425 Secundus Pastor A, thy hart is in thy hose! / Primus Pastor now, in payn of a skelp {426 This sang thou not lose. / {427 Tercius Pastor thou art an yll awelp {427 ffor angre! {428 Secundus Pastor Go to now, begyn! {429 Primus Pastor he lyst not well ryn. {430 Tercius Pastor God lett vs neuer blyn; {431 Take at my sangre. {432 Primus Pastor Now an ende haue we doyn / of oure song this tyde. {433 Secundus Pastor ffayr fall thi growne / well has thou hyde. {434 Tercius Pastor Then furth lett vs ron / I wyll not abyde. {435 Primus Pastor No lyght makethe mone / that haue I asspyde; {436 Neuer the les {437 lett vs hold, oure beheste. {438 Secundus Pastor That hold I best. {439 Tercius Pastor Then must we go eest, {440 After my ges. {441 Primus Pastor wold, god that we myght / this yong bab see! {442 Secundus Pastor Many prophetys that syght / desyryd veralee {443 to haue seen that bright. / {444 Tercius Pastor and god so hee {444 wold shew vs that Wyght / we myght say, perde, {445 We had sene {446 That many sant desyryd, {447 with prophetys inspyryd, {448 If thay hym requyryd, {449 yit I-closyd ar thare eene. {450 Secundus Pastor God graunt vs that grace. / Tercius Pastor god so do. {451 Primus Pastor Abyde, syrs, a space / lo, yonder, lo! {452 It commys on a rase / yond sterne vs to. {453 Secundus Pastor It is a grete blase / oure gate let vs go, {454 here he is! {455 Tercius Pastor Who shall go in before? {456 Primus Pastor I ne rek, by my hore. {457 Secundus Pastor ye ar of the old store, {458 It semys you, Iwys. {459 Primus Pastor hayll, kyng I the call! / hayll, most of myght! {460 hayll, the worthyst of all! / hayll, duke! hayll, knyght! {461 Of greatt and small / thou art lorde by right; {462 hayll, perpetuall / hayll, faryst wyght! {463 here I offer! {464 I pray the to take- {465 If thou wold, for my sake, {466 with this may thou lake,- {467 This lytyll spruse cofer. {468 Secundus Pastor hayll, lytyll tyn mop / rewarder of mede! {469 hayll, bot oone drop / of grace at my nede; {470 hayll, lytyll mylk sop! / hayll, dauid sede! {471 Of oure crede thou art crop / hayll, in god hede! {472 This ball {473 That thou wold resaue,- {474 lytyll is that I haue, {475 This wyll I vowche saue,- {476 To play the with all. {477 Tercius Pastor hayll, maker of man / hayll, swetyng! {478 hayll, so as I can / hayll, praty mytyng! {479 I cowche to the than / for fayn here gretyng; {480 hayll, lord! here I ordan / now at oure metyng, {481 This botell- {482 It is an old by-worde, {483 It is a good bowrde, {484 for to drynk of a gowrde,- {485 It holdys a mett potell. {486 Mary he that all myghtys may / the makere of heuen, {487 That is for to say / my son that I neuen, {488 Rewarde you this day / as he sett all on seuen; {489 he graunt you for ay / his blys full euen {490 Contynuyng; {491 He gyf you good grace, {492 Tell furth of this case, {493 he spede youre pase, {494 And graunt you good endyng. {495 Primus Pastor ffare well, fare lorde! / with thy moder also. {496 Secundus Pastor we shall this recorde / where as we go. {497 Tercius Pastor we mon all be restorde / god graunt it be so! {498 Primus Pastor Amen, to that worde / syng we therto {499 On hight; {500 To Ioy all sam, {501 With myrth and gam, {502 To the lawde of this lam {503 Syng we in syght. {504 The Second Shepherds' Play Primus Pastor Lord, what these weders ar cold! / and I am yll happyd; {1 I am nere hande dold, / so long haue I nappyd; {2 My legys thay fold, / my fyngers ar chappyd, {3 It is not as I wold, / for I am al lappyd, {4 In sorow. {5 In stormes and tempest, {6 Now in the eest, now in the west, {7 wo is hym has neuer rest {8 Myd day nor morow! {9 Bot we sely shepardes / that walkys on the moore, {10 In fayth we are nere handys / outt of the doore; {11 No wonder as it standys / if we be poore, {12 ffor the tylthe of oure landys / lyys falow as the floore, {13 As ye ken. {14 we ar so hamyd, {15 ffor-taxed and ramyd, {16 We ar mayde hand tamyd, {17 with thyse gentlery men. {18 Thus thay refe vs oure rest / oure lady theym wary! {19 These men that ar lord fest / thay cause the ploghe tary. {20 That men say is for the best / we fynde it contrary; {21 Thus ar husbandys opprest / in po[i]nte to myscary, {22 On lyfe. {23 Thus hold, thay vs hunder, {24 Thus thay bryng vs in blonder; {25 It were greatte wonder, {26 And euer shuld we thryfe. {27 ffor may he gett a paynt slefe / or a broche now on dayes, {28 wo is hym that hym grefe / or onys agane says! {29 Dar noman hym reprefe / what mastry he mays, {30 And yit may noman lefe / oone word that he says, {31 No letter. {32 he can make purveance, {33 with boste and bragance, {34 And all is thrugh mantenance {35 Of men that are gretter. {36 Ther shall com a swane / as prowde as a po, {37 he must borow my wane / my ploghe also, {38 Then I am full fane / to graunt or he go. {39 Thus lyf we in payne / Anger, and wo, {40 By nyght and day; {41 he must haue if he langyd, {42 If I shuld, forgang it, {43 I were better be hangyd {44 Then oones say hym nay. {45 It dos me good, as I walk / thus by myn oone, {46 Of this warld, for to talk / in maner of mone. {47 To my shepe wyll I stalk / and herkyn anone, {48 Ther abyde on a balk / or sytt on a stone {49 ffull soyne. {50 ffor I trowe, perde, {51 trew men if thay be, {52 we gett more compane {53 Or it be noyne. {54 Secundus Pastor Benste and dominus! / what may this bemeyne? {55 why, fares this warld thus / oft haue we not sene? {56 lord, thyse weders ar spytus / and the weders full kene. {57 And the frostys so hydus / thay water myn eeyne, {58 No ly. {59 Now in dry, now in wete, {60 Now in snaw, now in slete, {61 When my shone freys to my fete, {62 It is not all esy. {63 Bot as far as I ken / or yit as I go, {64 we sely wedmen / dre mekyll wo; {65 We haue sorow then and then / it fallys oft so; {66 Sely capyle, oure hen / both to and fro {67 She kakyls; {68 Bot begyn she to crok, {69 To groyne or [to clo]k, {70 Wo is hym is of oure cok, {71 ffor he is in the shekyls. {72 These men that ar wed / haue not all thare wyll, {73 when they ar full hard sted / thay sygh full styll; {74 God wayte thay ar led / full hard and full yll; {75 In bower nor in bed / thay say noght ther tyll, {76 This tyde. {77 My parte haue I fun, {78 I know my lesson. {79 wo is hym that is bun, {80 ffor he must abyde. {81 Bot now late in oure lyfys / a meruell to me, {82 That I thynk my hart ryfys / sich wonders to see. {83 what that destany dryfys / it shuld so be; {84 Som men wyll have two wyfys / and som men thre, {85 In store; {86 Som ar wo that has any, {87 Bot so far can I, {88 wo is hym that has many, {89 ffor he felys sore. {90 Bot yong men of wowyng / for god that you boght, {91 Be well war of wedyng / and thynk in youre thoght, {92 "had I wyst" is a thyng / it seruys of noght; {93 Mekyll styll mowrnyng / has wedyng home broght, {94 And grefys; {95 with many a sharp showre, {96 ffor thou may cach in an owre {97 That shall [savour] fulle sowre {98 As long as thou lyffys. {99 ffor, as euer red I pystyll / I haue oone to my fere, {100 As sharp as a thystyll / as rugh as a brere; {101 She is browyd lyke a brystyll / with a sowre loten chere; {102 had She oones Wett Hyr Whystyll / She couth Syng full clere {103 Hyr pater noster. {104 She is as greatt as a whall, {105 She has a galon of gall: {106 By hym that dyed for vs all, {107 I wald I had ryn to I had lost hir. {108 Primus Pastor God looke ouer the raw / ffull defly ye stand. {109 Secundus Pastor yee, the dewill in thi maw / so tariand. {110 sagh thou awro of daw? / {111 Primus Pastor yee, on a ley land hard I hym blaw / he commys here at hand, {112 Not far; {113 Stand styll. {114 Secundus Pastor qwhy? Primus Pastor ffor he commys, hope I. {115 Secundus Pastor he wyll make vs both a ly {116 Bot if we be war. {117 Tercius Pastor Crystys crosse me spede / and sant nycholas! {118 Ther of had I nede / it is wars then it was. {119 Whoso couthe take hede / and lett the warld pas, {120 It is euer in drede / and brekyll as glas, {121 And slythys. {122 This warld, fowre neuer so, {123 With meruels mo and mo, {124 Now in weyll, now in wo, {125 And all thyng wrythys. {126 Was neuer syn noe floode / sich floodys seyn; {127 Wyndys and ranys so rude / and stormes so keyn; {128 Som stamerd, som stod, / in dowte, as I weyn; {129 Now god turne all to good / I say as I mene, {130 ffor ponder. {131 These floodys so thay drowne, {132 Both in feyldys and in towne, {133 And berys all downe, {134 And that is a wonder. {135 We that walk on the nyghtys / oure catell to kepe, {136 We se sodan syghtys / when othere men slepe. {137 yit me thynk my hart lyghtys / I se shrewys pepe; {138 ye ar two all wyghtys / I wyll gyf my shepe {139 A turne. {140 Bot full yll haue I ment, {141 As I walk on this bent, {142 I may lyghtly repent, {143 My toes if I spurne. {144 A, sir, god, you saue / and master myne! {145 A drynk fayn wold I haue / and somwhat to dyne. {146 Primus Pastor Crystys curs, my knaue / thou art a ledyr hyne! {147 Secundus Pastor What! the boy lyst rave; / abyde vnto syne; {148 We haue mayde it. {149 yll thryft on thy pate! {150 Though the shrew cam late, {151 yit is he in state {152 To dyne, if he had it. {153 Tercius Pastor Sich seruandys as I / that swettys and swynkys, {154 Etys oure brede full dry / and that me forthynkys; {155 We ar oft weytt and wery / when master-men wynkys, {156 yit commys full lately / both dyners and drynkys, {157 Bot nately. {158 Both oure dame and oure syre, {159 when we haue ryn in the myre, {160 Thay can nyp at oure hyre, {161 And pay vs full lately. {162 Bot here my trouth, master / for the fayr that ye make, {163 I shall do therafter / wyrk as I take; {164 I shall do a lytyll, sir / and emang euer lake, {165 ffor yit lay my soper / neuer on my stomake {166 In feyldys. {167 Wherto shuld, I threpe? {168 with my staf can I lepe, {169 And men say "lyght chepe {170 letherly for-yeldys." {171 Primus Pastor Thou were an yll lad / to ryde on wowyng {172 With a man that had / bot lytyll of spendyng. {173 Secundus Pastor Peasse, boy, I bad / no more Iangling, {174 Or I shall make the full rad / by the heuen's kyng! {175 with thy gawdys; {176 wher ar oure shepe, boy, we skorne? {177 Tercius Pastor Sir, this same day at morne {178 I thaym left in the corne, {179 when thay rang lawdys; {180 Thay haue pasture good / thay can not go wrong. {181 Primus Pastor That is right, by the roode! / thyse nyghtys ar long, {182 yit I wold, or we yode / oone gaf vs a song. {183 Secundus Pastor So I thoght as I stode / to myrth vs emong. {184 Tercius Pastor I grauntt. {185 Primus Pastor lett me syng the tenory. {186 Secundus Pastor And I the tryble so hye. {187 Tercius Pastor Then the meyne fallys to me; {188 lett se how ye chauntt. {189 Mak Now lord, for thy naymes sevyn / that made both moyn & starnes {190 Well mo then I can neuen / thi will, lorde, of me tharnys; {191 I am all vneuen / that moves oft my harnes, {192 Now Wold god I were in heuen / for there wepe no barnes {193 So styll. {194 Primus Pastor Who is that pypys so poore? {195 Mak wold, god ye wyst how I foore! {196 lo, a man that walkys on the moore, {197 And has not all his wyll! {198 Secundus Pastor Mak, where has thou gon? / tell vs tythyng. {199 Tercius Pastor Is he commen? then ylkon / take hede to his thyng. {200 Mak what! ich be a yoman / I tell you, of the king; {201 The self and the same / sond from a greatt lordyng, {202 And sich. {203 ffy on you! goyth hence {204 Out of my presence! {205 I must haue reuerence; {206 why, who be ich? {207 Primus Pastor Why make ye it so qwaynt? / mak, ye do wrang. {208 Secundus Pastor Bot, mak, lyst ye saynt? / I trow that ye lang. {209 Tercius Pastor I trow the shrew can paynt, / the dewyll myght hym hang! {210 Mak Ich shall make complaynt / and make you all to thwang {211 At a worde, {212 And tell euyn how ye doth. {213 Primus Pastor Bot, Mak, is that sothe? {214 Now take outt that sothren tothe, {215 And sett in a torde! {216 Secundus Pastor Mak, the dewill in youre ee / a stroke wold, I leyne you. {217 Tercius Pastor Mak, know ye not me? / by god I couthe teyn you. {218 Mak God looke you all thre! / me thoght I had sene you, {219 ye ar a fare compane. / {220 Primus Pastor can ye now mene you? Secundus Pastor Shrew, Iape! {221 Thus late as thou goys, {222 what wyll men suppos? {223 And thou has an yll noys {224 of stelyng of shepe. {225 Mak And I am trew as steyll / all men waytt, {226 Bot a sekenes I feyll / that haldys me full haytt, {227 My belly farys not weyll / it is out of astate. {228 Tercius Pastor Seldom lyys the dewyll / dede by the gate. {229 Mak Therfor {230 full sore am I and yll, {231 If I stande stone styll; {232 I ete not an nedyll {233 Thys moneth and more. {234 Primus Pastor how farys thi wyff? by my hoode / how farys sho? {235 Mak lyys walteryng, by the roode / by the fyere, lo! {236 And a howse full of brude / she drynkys well to; {237 yll spede othere good / that she wyll do! {238 Bot so {239 Etys as fast as she can, {240 And ilk yere that commys to man {241 She bryngys furth a lakan, {242 And som yeres two. {243 Bot were I not more gracyus / and rychere befar, {244 I were eten outt of howse / and of harbar; {245 Yit is she a fowll dowse / if ye com nar: {246 Ther is none that trowse / nor knowys a war, {247 Then ken I. {248 Now wyll ye se what I profer, {249 To gyf all in my cofer {250 To morne at next to offer {251 hyr hed mas penny. {252 Secundus Pastor I wote so forwakyd / is none in this shyre: {253 I wold slepe if I takyd / les to my hyere. {254 Tercius Pastor I am cold, and nakyd / and wold haue a fyere. {255 Primus Pastor I am wery, for-rakyd / and run in the myre. {256 wake thou! {257 Secundus Pastor Nay, I wyll lyg downe by, {258 ffor I must slepe truly. {259 Tercius Pastor As good a man's son was I {260 As any of you. {261 Bot, mak, com heder! betwene / shall thou lyg downe. {262 Mak Then myght I lett you bedene / of that ye wold, rowne, {265 No drede. {266 ffro my top to my too, {267 Manus tuas commendo, {268 poncio pilato, {269 Cryst crosse me spede! {270 Now were tyme for a man / that lakkys what he wold, {271 To stalk preuely than / vnto a fold, {272 And neemly to wyrk than / and be not to bold, {273 ffor he might aby the bargan / if it were told {274 At the endyng. {275 Now were tyme for to reyll; {276 Bot he nedys good counsell {277 That fayn wold, fare weyll, {278 And has bot lytyll spendyng. {279 Bot abowte you a serkyll / as rownde as a moyn, {280 To I haue done that I wyll / tyll that it be noyn, {281 That ye lyg stone styll / to that I haue doyne, {282 And I shall say thertyll / of good wordys a foyne. {283 On hight {284 Ouer youre heydys my hand I lyft, {285 Outt go youre een, fordo your syght, {286 Bot yit I must make better shyft, {287 And it be right. {288 lord! what thay slepe hard! / that may ye all here; {289 was I neuer a shepard / bot now wyll I lere. {290 If the flok be skard / yit shall I nyp nere, {291 how! drawes hederward! / now mendys oure chere {292 ffrom sorow: {293 A fatt shepe I dar say, {294 A good flese dar I lay, {295 Eft whyte when I may, {296 Bot this will I borow. {297 how, gyll, art thou In? / gett vs some lyght. {298 Uxor Ejus (Gill) Who makys sich dyn / this tyme of the nyght? {299 I am sett for to spyn / I hope not I myght {300 Ryse a penny to wyn, / I shrew them on hight! {301 So farys {302 A huswyff that has bene {303 To be rasyd thus betwene: {304 here may no note be sene {305 ffor sich small charys. {306 Mak Good wyff, open the hek! / seys thou not what I bryng? {307 Uxor Ejus (Gill) I may thole the dray the snek. / A, com in, my swetyng! {308 Mak yee, thou thar not rek / of my long standyng. {309 Uxor Ejus (Gill) By the nakyd nek / art thou lyke for to hyng. {310 Mak Do way: {311 I am worthy my mete, {312 ffor in a strate can I gett {313 More then thay that swynke and swette {314 All the long day, {315 Thus it fell to my lott / gyll, I had sich grace. {316 Uxor Ejus (Gill) It were a fowll blott / to be hanged for the case. {317 Mak I haue skapyd, Ielott / oft as hard a glase. {318 Uxor Ejus (Gill) Bot so long goys the pott / to the water, men says, {319 At last {320 Comys it home broken. {321 Mak well knowe I the token, {322 Bot let it neuer be spoken; {323 Bot com and help fast. {324 I wold, he were slayn / I lyst well ete: {325 This twelmothe was I not so fayn / of oone shepe mete. {326 Uxor Ejus (Gill) Com thay or he be slayn/ and here the shepe blete! {327 Mak Then myght I be tane, / that were a cold, swette! {328 Go spar {329 The gaytt doore. {330 Uxor Ejus (Gill) Yis, Mak, ffor and thay com at thy bak, {331 Mak Then myght I by, for all the pak, {332 The dewill of the war. {333 Uxor Ejus (Gill) A good bowrde haue I spied / syn thou can none. {334 here shall we hym hyde / to thay be gone; {335 In my credyll abyde / lett me alone, {336 And I shall lyg besyde / in chylbed, and grone. {337 Mak Thou red; {338 And, I shall say thou was lyght {339 Of a knaue childe this nyght. {340 Uxor Ejus (Gill) Now well is me day bright, {341 That euer was I bred. {342 This is a good gyse / and a far cast; {343 Yit a woman avyse / helpys at the last. {344 I wote neuer who spyse, / agane go thou fast. {345 Mak Bot I com or thay ryse / els blawes a cold, blast! {346 I wyll go slepe. {347 yit slepys all this meneye, {348 And I shall go stalk preuely, {349 As it had neuer bene I {350 That caryed thare shepe. {351 Primus Pastor Resurrex a mortruis! / haue hald, my hand. {352 Iudas carnas dominus! / I may not well stand: {353 My foytt slepys, by ihesus / and I water fastand. {354 I thoght that we layd vs / full nere yngland. {355 Secundus Pastor A ye! {356 lord! what I haue slept weyll; {357 As fresh as an eyll, {358 As lyght I me feyll {359 As leyfe on a tre. {360 Tercius Pastor Benste be here in! / so my [hart?] qwakys, {361 My hart is outt of skyn / what so it makys. {362 Who makys all this dyn? / so my browes blakys, {363 To the dowore wyll I wyn / harke felows, wakys! {364 We were fowre: {365 se ye awre of mak now? {366 Primus Pastor we were vp or thou. {367 Secundus Pastor Man, I gyf god a vowe, {368 yit yede he nawre. {369 Tercius Pastor Me thoght he was lapt / in a wolfe skyn. {370 Primus Pastor So are many hapt / now namely within. {371 Secundus Pastor When we had long napt / me thoght with a gyn {372 A fatt shepe he trapt / bot he mayde no dyn. {373 Tercius Pastor Be styll: {374 Thi dreme makys the woode: {375 It is bot fantom, by the roode. {376 Primus Pastor Now god turne all to good, {377 If it be his wyll. {378 Secundus Pastor Ryse, mak, for shame! / thou lygys right lang. {379 Mak Now crystys holy name / be vs emang! {380 what is this? for sant Iame / I may not well gang! {381 I trow I be the same / A! my nek has lygen wrang {382 Enoghe; {383 Mekill thank, syn yister euen, {384 Now, by sant strevyn, {385 I was flayd with a swevyn, {386 My hart out of sloghe. {387 I thoght gyll began to crok / and trauell full sad, {388 welner at the fyrst cok / of a yong lad, {389 ffor to mend oure flok / then be I neuer glad. {390 I haue tow on my rok / more then euer I had. {391 A, my heede! {392 A house full of yong tharmes, {393 The dewill knok outt thare harnes! {394 wo is hym has many barnes, {395 And therto lytyll brede! {396 I must go home, by youre lefe / to gyll as I thoght. {397 I pray you looke my slefe / that I steyll noght: {398 I am loth you to grefe / or from you take oght. {399 Tercius Pastor Go furth, yll myght thou chefe! / now wold I we soght, {400 This morne, {401 That we had all oure store. {402 Primus Pastor Bot I will go before, {403 let vs mete. {404 Secundus Pastor whore? Tercius Pastor At the crokyd thorne. {405 Mak Vndo this doore! who is here? / how long shall I stand? {406 Uxor Ejus (Gill) Who makys sich a bere? / now walk in the Wenyand. {407 Mak A, gyll, what chere? / it is I, mak, youre husbande, {408 Uxor Ejus (Gill) Then may we be here / the dewill in a bande, {409 Syr gyle; {410 lo, he commys with a lote {411 As he were holden in the throte. {412 I may not syt at my note, {413 A hand lang while. {414 Mak Wyll ye here what fare she makys / to gett hir a glose, {415 And dos noght bot lakys / and clowse hir toose. {416 Uxor Ejus (Gill) why, who wanders, who wakys / who commys, who gose? {417 who brewys, who bakys? / what makys me thus hose? {418 And than, {419 It is rewthe to beholde, {420 Now in hote, now in colde, {421 ffull wofull is the householde {422 That wantys a woman. {423 Bot what ende has thou mayde / with the hyrdys, mak? {424 Mak The last worde that thay sayde / when I turnyd my bak, {425 Thay wold looke that thay hade / thare shepe all the pak. {426 I hope thay wyll nott be well payde / when thay thare shepe lak, {427 Perde. {428 Bot how so the gam gose, {429 To me thay wyll suppose, {430 And make a fowll noyse, {431 And cry outt apon me. {432 Bot thou must do as thou hyght / {433 Uxor Ejus (Gill) I accorde me thertyll. I shall swedyll hym right / In my credyll; {434 If it were a gretter slyght / yit couthe I help tyll. {435 I wyll lyg downe stright; / com hap me; {436 Mak I wyll. Uxor Ejus (Gill) Behynde. {437 Com coll and his maroo, {438 Thay will nyp vs full naroo. {439 Mak Bot I may cry out `haroo,' {440 The shepe if thay fynde. {441 Uxor Ejus (Gill) harken ay when thay call / thay will com onone. {442 Com and make redy all / and syng by thyn oone; {443 Syng lullay thou shall / for I must grone, {444 And cry outt by the wall / on mary and Iohn, {445 ffor sore. {446 Syng lullay on fast {447 when thou heris at the last; {448 And bot I play a fals cast, {449 Trust me no more. {450 Tercius Pastor A, coll, goode morne / why slepys thou nott? {451 Primus Pastor Alas, that euer was I borne! / we haue a fowll blott. {452 A fat wedir haue we lorne. / {453 Tercius Pastor mary, godys forbott! Secundus Pastor who shuld do vs that skorne? that were a fowll spott. {454 Primus Pastor Som shrewe. {455 I haue soght with my dogys {456 All horbery shrogys, {457 And of fefteyn hogys {458 ffond I bot oone ewe. {459 Tercius Pastor Now trow me, if ye will / by sant thomas of kent, {460 Ayther mak or gyll / was at that assent. {461 Primus Pastor peasse, man, be still! / I sagh when he went; {462 Thou sklanders hym yll / thou aght to repent, {463 Goode spede. {464 Secundus Pastor Now as euer myght I the, {465 If I shuld, euyn here de, {466 I wold say it were he, {467 That dyd that same dede. {468 Tercius Pastor Go we theder, I rede / and ryn on oure feete. {469 Shall I neuer ete brede / the sothe to I wytt. {470 Primus Pastor Nor drynk in my heede / with hym tyll I mete. {471 Secundus Pastor I wyll rest in no stede / tyll that I hym grete, {472 My brothere. {473 Oone I will hight: {474 Tyll I se hym in sight {475 shall I neuer slepe one nyght {476 Ther I do anothere. {477 Tercius Pastor Will ye here how thay hak? / oure syre, lyst, croyne. {478 Primus Pastor hard I neuer none crak / so clere out of toyne; {479 Call on hym. {480 Secundus Pastor mak! / vndo youre doore soyne. Mak Who is that spak, / as it were noyne, {481 On loft? {482 Who is that I say? {483 Tercius Pastor Goode felowse, were it day. {484 Mak As far as ye may, {485 Good, spekys soft, {486 Ouer a seke woman's heede / that is at mayll easse; {487 I had leuer be dede / or she had any dyseasse. {488 Uxor Ejus (Gill) Go to an othere stede / I may not well qweasse. {489 Ich fote that ye trede / goys thorow my nese. {490 So hee! {491 Primus Pastor Tell vs, mak, if ye may, {492 how fare ye, I say? {493 Mak Bot ar ye in this towne to day? {494 Now how fare ye? {495 ye haue ryn in the myre / and ar weytt yit: {496 I shall make you a fyre / if ye will syt. {497 A nores wold, I hyre / thynk ye on yit, {498 well qwytt is my hyre / my dreme this is itt, {499 A seson. {500 I haue barnes, if ye knew, {501 well mo then enewe, {502 Bot we must drynk as we brew, {503 And that is bot reson. {504 I wold ye dynyd or ye yode / me thynk that ye swette. {505 Secundus Pastor Nay, nawther mendys oure mode / drynke nor mette. {506 Mak why, sir, alys you oght bot goode? / {507 Tercius Pastor yee, oure shepe that we gett, Ar stollyn as thay yode / oure los is grette. {508 Mak Syrs, drynkys! {509 had I bene thore, {510 Som shuld haue boght it full sore. {511 Primus Pastor Mary, som men trowes that ye wore, {512 And that vs forthynkys. {513 Secundus Pastor Mak, som men trowys / that it shuld be ye. {514 Tercius Pastor Ayther ye or youre spouse / so say we. {515 Mak Now if ye haue suspowse / to gill or to me, {516 Com and rype oure howse / and then may ye se {517 who had hir, {518 If I any shepe fott, {519 Aythor cow or stott; {520 And gyll, my wyfe, rose nott {521 here syn she lade hir. {522 As I am true and lele / to god here I pray, {523 That this be the fyrst mele / that I shall ete this day. {524 Primus Pastor Mak, as haue I ceyll, / Avyse the, I say; {525 he lernyd tymely to steyll / that couth not say nay. {526 Uxor Ejus (Gill) I swelt! {527 Outt, thefys, fro my wonys! {528 ye com to rob vs for the nonys. {529 Mak here ye not how she gronys? {530 youre hartys shuld melt. {531 Uxor Ejus (Gill) Outt, thefys, fro my barne! / negh hym not thor. {532 Mak wyst ye how she had farne / youre hartys wold be sore. {533 ye do wrang, I you warne / that thus commys before {534 To a woman that has farne / bot I say no more. {535 Uxor Ejus (Gill) A, my medyll! {536 I pray to god so mylde, {537 If euer I you begyld, {538 That I ete this chylde {539 That lygys in this credyll. {540 Mak peasse, woman, for godys payn / and cry not so: {541 Thou spyllys thy brane / and makys me full wo. {542 Secundus Pastor I trow oure shepe be slayn / what finde ye two? {543 Tercius Pastor All wyrk we in vayn / as well may we go. {544 Bot hatters, {545 I can fynde no flesh, {546 hard nor nesh, {547 Salt nor fresh, {548 Bot two tome platers. {549 Whik catell bot this / tame nor wylde, {550 None, as haue I blys / as lowde as he smylde. {551 Uxor Ejus (Gill) No, so god me blys / and gyf me Ioy of my chylde! {552 Primus Pastor We haue merkyd amys / I hold vs begyld. {553 Secundus Pastor Syr don, {554 Syr, oure lady hym saue! {555 Is youre chyld a knaue? {556 Mak Any lord myght hym haue {557 This chyld to his son. {558 when he wakyns he kyppys / that ioy is to se. {559 Tercius Pastor In good tyme to hys hyppys / and in cele. {560 Bot who was his gossyppys / so sone rede? {561 Mak So fare fall thare lyppys! / {562 Primus Pastor hark now, a le! Mak So god thaym thank, {563 Parkyn, and gybon waller, I say, {564 And gentill Iohn horne, in good fay, {565 he made all the garray, {566 With the greatt shank. {567 Secundus Pastor Mak, freyndys will we be / ffor we ar all oone. {568 Mak we! now I hald for me / for mendys gett I none. {569 ffare well all thre / all glad were ye gone. {570 Tercius Pastor ffare wordys may ther be / bot luf is ther none {571 this yere. {572 Primus Pastor Gaf ye the chyld, any thyng? {573 Secundus Pastor I trow not oone farthyng. {574 Tercius Pastor ffast agane will I flyng, {575 Abyde ye me there. {576 Mak, take it to no grefe / if I com to thi barne. {577 Mak Nay, thou dos me greatt reprefe / and fowll has thou farne. {578 Tercius Pastor The child will it not grefe / that lytyll day starne. {579 Mak, with youre leyfe / let me gyf youre barne, {580 Bot sex pence. {581 Mak Nay, do way: he slepys. {582 Tercius Pastor Me thynk he pepys. {583 Mak when he wakyns he wepys. {584 I pray you go hence. {585 Tercius Pastor Gyf me lefe hym to kys / and lyft vp the clowtt. {586 what the dewill is this? / he has a long snowte. {587 Primus Pastor he is merkyd amys / we wate ill abowte. {588 Secundus Pastor Ill spon weft, Iwys / ay commys foull owte. {589 Ay, so! {590 he is lyke to oure shepe! {591 Tercius Pastor how, gyb! may I pepe? {592 Primus Pastor I trow, kynde will crepe {593 where it may not go. {594 Secundus Pastor This was a qwantt gawde / and a far cast. {595 It was a hee frawde. / {596 Tercius Pastor yee, syrs, wast. lett bren this bawde / and bynd hir fast. {597 A fals skawde / hang at the last; {598 So shall thou. {599 wyll ye se how thay swedyll {600 his foure feytt in the medyll? {601 Sagh I neuer in a credyll {602 A hornyd lad or now. {603 Mak Peasse byd I: what! / lett be youre fare; {604 I am he that hym gatt / and yond woman hym bare. {605 Primus Pastor What dewill shall he hatt? / Mak, lo god makys ayre. {606 Secundus Pastor lett be all that. / now god gyf hym care, {607 I sagh. {608 Uxor Ejus (Gill) A pratty child is he {609 As syttys on a waman's kne; {610 A dyllydowne, perde, {611 To gar a man laghe. {612 Tercius Pastor I know hym by the eere marke / that is a good tokyn. {613 Mak I tell you, syrs, hark! / hys noyse was brokyn. {614 Sythen told, me a clerk / that he was forspokyn. {615 Primus Pastor This is a fals wark / I wold, fayn be wrokyn: {616 Gett wepyn. {617 Uxor Ejus (Gill) he was takyn with an elfe, {618 I saw it myself. {619 when the clok stroke twelf {620 was he forshapyn. {621 Secundus Pastor ye two ar well feft / sam in a stede. {622 Tercius Pastor Syn thay manteyn thare theft / let do thaym to dede. {623 Mak If I trespas eft / gyrd of my heede. {624 with you will I be left. / {625 Primus Pastor syrs, do my reede. ffor this trespas, {626 we will nawther ban ne flyte, {627 ffyght nor chyte, {628 Bot haue done as tyte, {629 And cast hym in canvas. {630 lord! what I am sore / in poynt for to bryst. {631 In fayth I may no more / therfor wyll I ryst. {632 Secundus Pastor As a shepe of sevyn skore / he weyd in my fyst. {633 ffor to slepe ay whore / me thynk that I lyst. {634 Tercius Pastor Now I pray you, {635 lyg downe on this grene. {636 Primus Pastor On these thefys yit I mene. {637 Tercius Pastor wherto shuld ye tene {638 So, as I say you? {639 Angel Ryse, hyrd men heynd! / for now is he borne {640 That shall take fro the feynd / that adam had lorne: {641 That warloo to sheynd / this nyght is he borne. {642 God is made youre freynd / now at this morne. {643 he behestys, {644 At bedlem go se, {645 Ther lygys that fre {646 In a cryb full poorely, {647 Betwyx two bestys. {648 Primus Pastor This was a qwant stevyn / that euer yit I hard. {649 It is a meruell to neuyn / thus to be skard. {650 Secundus Pastor Of godys son of heuyn / he spak vpward. {651 All the wod on a leuyn / me thoght that he gard {652 Appere. {653 Tercius Pastor he spake of a barne {654 In bedlem, I you warne. {655 Primus Pastor That betokyns yond starne. {656 let vs seke hym there, {657 Secundus Pastor Say, what was his song? / hard ye not how he crakyd it? {658 Thre brefes to a long. / {659 Tercius Pastor yee, mary, he hakt it. was no crochett wrong / nor no thyng that lakt it. {660 Primus Pastor ffor to syng vs emong / right as he knakt it, {661 I can. {662 Secundus Pastor let se how ye croyne. {663 Can ye bark at the mone? {664 Tercius Pastor hold youre tonges, haue done! {665 Primus Pastor hark after, than. {666 Secundus Pastor To bedlem he bad / that we shuld gang: {667 I am full fard / that we tary to lang. {668 Tercius Pastor Be mery and not sad / of myrth is oure sang, {669 Euer lastyng glad / to mede may we fang, {670 Withoutt noyse. {671 Primus Pastor hy we theder for thy; {672 If we be wete and wery, {673 To that chyld and that lady {674 we haue it not to lose. {675 Secundus Pastor we fynde by the prophecy- / let be youre dyn- {676 Of dauid and Isay / and mo then I myn, {677 Thay prophecyed by clergy / that in a vyrgyn {678 shuld, he lyght and ly / to slokyn oure syn {679 And slake it, {680 Oure kynde from wo; {681 ffor Isay sayd so, {682 Cite` virgo {683 Concipiet a chylde that is nakyd. {684 Tercius Pastor ffull glad may we be / and abyde that day {685 That lufly to se / that all myghtys may. {686 lord, well were me / for ones and for ay, {687 Myght I knele on my kne / som word for to say {688 To that chylde. {689 Bot the angell sayd, {690 In a cryb wos he layde; {691 he was poorly arayd {692 Both mener and mylde. {693 Primus Pastor patryarkes that has bene / and prophetys beforne, {694 Thay desyryd to haue sene / this chylde that is borne. {695 Thay ar gone full clene / that haue thay lorne. {696 We shall se hym, I weyn / or it be morne, {697 To tokyn. {698 When I se hym and fele, {699 Then wote I full weyll {700 It is true as steyll {701 That prophetys haue spokyn. {702 To so poore as we ar / that he wold appere, {703 ffyrst fynd, and declare / by his messyngere. {704 Secundus Pastor Go we now, let vs fare / the place is vs nere. {705 Tercius Pastor I am redy and yare / go we in fere {706 To that bright. {707 Lord, if thi wylles be, {708 we ar lewde all thre, {709 Thou grauntt vs somkyns gle {710 To comforth thi wight. {711 Primus Pastor hayll, comly and clene! / hayll, yong child! {712 hayll, maker, as I meyne, / of a madyn so mylde! {713 Thou has waryd, I weyne / the warlo so wylde; {714 The fals gyler of teyn / now goys he begylde. {715 lo, he merys; {716 lo, he laghys, my swetyng, {717 A welfare metyng, {718 I haue holden my hetyng; {719 haue a bob of cherys. {720 Secundus Pastor hayll, sufferan sauyoure! / ffor thou has vs soght: {721 hayll, frely foyde and floure / that all thyng has wroght! {722 hayll, full of fauoure / that made all of noght! {723 hayll! I kneyll and I cowre. / A byrd haue I broght {724 To my barne. {725 hayll, lytyll tyne' mop! {726 of oure crede thou art crop: {727 I wold drynk on thy cop, {728 Lytyll day starne. {729 Tercius Pastor hayll, derlyng dere / full of godhede! {730 I pray the be nere / when that I haue nede. {731 hayll! swete is thy chere! / my hart wold, blede {732 To se the sytt here / in so poore wede, {733 With no pennys. {734 hayll! put furth thy dall! {735 I bryng the bot a ball: {736 haue and play the with all, {737 And go to the tenys. {738 Mary The fader of heuen / god omnypotent. {739 That sett all on seuen, / his son has he sent. {740 My name couth he neuen / and lyght or he went. {741 I conceyuyd hym full euen / thrugh myght as he ment, {742 And now is he borne. {743 he kepe you fro wo! {744 I shall pray hym so; {745 Tell furth as ye go, {746 And myn on this morne. {747 Primus Pastor ffarewell, lady / so fare to beholde, {748 with thy childe on thi kne! / {749 Secundus Pastor bot he lygys full cold. lord, well is me / now we go, thou behold. {750 Tercius Pastor ffor sothe all redy / it semys to be told {751 full oft. {752 Primus Pastor what grace we haue fun. {753 Secundus Pastor Com furth, now ar we won. {754 Tercius Pastor To syng ar we bun: {755 let take on loft. {756 The Offering of the Magi Herodes Peasse, I byd, both far and nere, {1 I warne you leyf youre sawes sere; {2 who that makys noyse whyls I am here, {3 I say, shall dy. {4 Of all this warld, sooth, far & nere, {5 The lord am I. {6 Lord am I of euery land, {7 Of towre and towne, of se and sand; {8 Agans me dar noman stand, {9 That berys lyfe; {10 All erthly thyng bowes to my hand, {11 Both man and wyfe. {12 Man and wyfe, that warne I you, {13 That in this warld, is lyfand now, {14 To mahowne & me all shall bow, {15 Both old, and ying; {16 On hym wyll I ich man trow, {17 ffor any thyng. {18 ffor any thyng it shall be so; {19 lord ouer all where I go, {20 who so says agane, I shall hym slo, {21 where so he dwell; {22 The feynd, if he were my fo, {23 I shuld, hym fell. {24 To fell those fatures I am bowne, {25 And dystroy those dogys in feyld, and towne {26 That will not trow on sant Mahowne, {27 Oure god so swete; {28 Those fals faturs I shall fell downe {29 Vnder my feete. {30 Vnder my feete I shall thaym fare, {31 Those ladys that will [not] lere my lare, {32 ffor I am myghty man ay whare, {33 Of ilk a pak; {34 Clenly shapen, hyde and hare, {35 withoutten lak. {36 The myght of me may no man mene, {37 ffor all [that] dos me any teyn, {38 I shall dyng thaym downe bydeyn, {39 And wyrk thaym wo; {40 And on assay it shall be seyn, {41 Or I go. {42 And therfor will I send and se {43 In all this land, full hastely, {44 To looke if any dwelland be {45 In towre or towne, {46 That wyll not hold, holly on me, {47 And on mahowne. {48 If ther be fonden any of tho, {49 with bytter payn I shall theym slo; {50 My messynger, swyth looke thou go {51 Thrugh ilk countre, {52 In all this land, both to and fro, {53 I commaunde the; {54 And truly looke thou spyr and spy,- {55 In euery stede ther thou commys by,- {56 who trowes not on mahowne most myghty, {57 Oure god so fre; {58 And looke thou bryng theym hastely {59 heder vnto me. {60 And I shall fownd, thaym for to flay, {61 Those laddys that will not lede oure lay; {62 Therfor, boy, now I the pray {63 That thou go tytt. {64 Nuncius It shal be done, lord, if I may, {65 withoutten lett: {66 And certys, if I may any fynde, {67 I shall not leyfe oone of them behynde. {68 Herodes No, bot boldly thou thaym bynde {69 And with the leyde: {70 Mahowne, that weldys water and wynde, {71 The wish and spede! {72 Nuncius All peasse, lordyngys, and hold, you styll, {73 To I haue sayde what I will; {74 Take goode hede Vnto my skyll, {75 Both old, and ying; {76 In message what is commen you tyll {77 ffrom herode, the kyng. {78 he commaundys you, euerilkon, {79 To hold no kyng bot hym alon, {80 And othere god ye worship none {81 Bot mahowne so fre; {82 And if ye do, ye mon be slone; {83 Thus told, he me. {84 Primus Rex, Jaspar Lord, of whom this light is lent, {85 And vnto me this sight has sent, {86 I pray to the, with good intent, {87 ffrom shame me shelde; {88 So that I no harmes hent {89 By way[e]s wylde. {90 Also I pray the specyally, {91 Thou graunt me grace of company, {92 That I may haue som beyldyng by, {93 In my trauayll: {94 And, certys, for to lyf or dy {95 I shall not fayll, {96 To that I in som land haue bene, {97 To wyt what this starne may mene, {98 That has me led, with bemys shene, {99 ffro my cuntre; {100 Now weynd I will, withoutten weyn, {101 The sothe to se. {102 Secundus Rex, Melchior A! lord, that is withoutten ende! {103 whens euer this selcouth light dyscende, {104 That thus kyndly has me kende {105 Oute of my land, {106 And shewyd to me ther I can leynd, {107 thus bright shynand? {108 Certys, I sagh neuer none so bright; {109 I shall neuer ryst by day nor nyght, {110 To I wyt whens may com this lyght, {111 And from what place; {112 he that it send vnto my sight {113 leyne me that grace! {114 Primus Rex, Jaspar A, sir, wheder ar ye away? {115 Tell me, good sir, I you pray. {116 Secundus Rex, Melchior Certys, I trow, the sothe to say, {117 None wote bot I; {118 I haue folowed yond, starne, veray, {119 ffrom araby; {120 ffor I am kyng of that cuntre, {121 And melchor ther call men me. {122 Primus Rex, Jaspar And kyng, sir, was I wont to be, {123 In tars, at hame, {124 Both of towne and cyte; {125 Iaspar is my name; {126 The light of yond starne sagh I thedyr. {127 Secundus Rex, Melchior That lord be louyd that send me hedyr! {128 ffor it will grathly ken vs whedyr, {129 that we shall weynd; {130 we owe to loue hym both togedyr, {131 That it to vs wold send. {132 Tercius Rex, Balthesar A, lord! in land what may this mene? {133 So selcouth sight was neuer sene, {134 Sich a starne, shynand so shene, {135 Sagh I neuer none; {136 It gyffys lyght ouer all, bedene, {137 By hym alone. {138 What it may mene, that know I noght; {139 Bot yonder ar two, me thynk, in thoght, {140 I thank hym that thaym heder has broght {141 Thus vnto me; {142 I shall assay if thay wote oght {143 what it may be. {144 lordyngys, that ar leyf and dere, {145 I pray you tell me with good chere {146 wheder ye weynd, on this manere, {147 And where that ye haue bene; {148 And of this starne, that shynys thus clere, {149 what it may mene. {150 Primus Rex, Jaspar Syr, I say you certanly, {151 ffrom tars for yond starne soght haue I. {152 Secundus Rex, Melchior To seke yond light from araby, {153 sir, haue I went. {154 Tercius Rex, Balthesar Now hertely I thank hym for-thy, {155 That it has sent. {156 Primus Rex, Jaspar Good sir, what cuntre cam ye fra? {157 Tercius Rex, Balthesar This light has led me fro saba; {158 And balthesar, my name to say, {159 The sothe to tell. {160 Secundus Rex, Melchior And, kyngis, sir, are we twa, {161 Ther as we dwell. {162 Tercius Rex Now, syrs, syn we ar semled here, {163 I rede we ryde togeder, in fere, {164 vnto we wytt, on all manere, {165 ffor good or yll, {166 what it may mene, this sterne so clere {167 Shynand vs tyll. {168 Primus Rex, Jaspar A, lordyngys! behold, the lyght {169 Of yond, starne, with bemys bright! {170 ffor sothe I sagh neuer sich a sight {171 In no-kyns land; {172 A starne thus, aboute mydnyght, {173 so bright shynand. {174 It gyfys more light it self alone {175 Then any son that euer shone, {176 Or mone, when he of son has ton {177 his light so cleyn; {178 Sich selcouth sight haue I sene none, {179 what so euer it meyn. {180 Secundus Rex, Melchior Behold, lordyngys, vnto his pase, {181 And se how nygh the erth hit gase; {182 It is a tokyn that it mase {183 Of nouelry; {184 A meruell it is, good tent who tase, {185 Now here in hy. {186 ffor sich a starne was neuer ere seyn, {187 As wyde in warld as we haue beyn, {188 ffor blasyng bemys, shynand full sheyn, {189 ffrom hit ar sent; {190 Meruell I haue what it may meyn {191 In myn intent. {192 Tercius Rex, Balthesar Certys, syrs, the sothe to say, {193 I shall dyscry now, if I may, {194 what it may meyn, yond starne veray, {195 Shynand tyll vs; {196 It has bene sayde syn many a day {197 It shuld, be thus. {198 yond starne betokyns, well wote I, {199 The byrth of a prynce, syrs, securly, {200 That shewys well the prophecy {201 That it so be; {202 Or els the rewlys of astronomy {203 Dyssauys me. {204 Primus Rex, Jaspar Certan, balaam spekys of this thyng, {205 That of Iacob a starne shall spryng {206 That shall ouercom kasar and kyng, {207 Withoutten stryfe; {208 All folk shalbe to hym obeyng {209 That berys the lyfe. {210 Now wote I well this is the same, {211 In euery place he shall haue hame, {212 All shall hym bowe that berys name, {213 In ilk cuntre; {214 who trowys it not, thay ar to blame, {215 what so thay be. {216 Secundus Rex, Melchior Certys, lordyngys, full well wote I, {217 ffulfyllyd, is now the prophecy; {218 That prynce that shall ouer com in hy {219 kasar and kyng, {220 This starne berith witnes, wytterly, {221 Of his beryng. {222 Tercius Rex, Balthesar Now is fulfyllyd here in this land {223 That balaam sayd, I vnderstand; {224 Now is he borne that se and sand {225 Shall weyld, at wyll: {226 That shewys this starne, so bright shynand, {227 vs thre vntyll. {228 Primus Rex, Jaspar Lordyngys, I rede we weynd all thre {229 ffor to wyrship that chyld, so fre, {230 In tokyn that he kyng shalbe {231 Of alkyn thyng; {232 This gold now wyll I bere with me, {233 To myn offeryng. {234 Secundus Rex, Melchior Go we fast, syrs, I you pray, {235 To worship hym if that we may; {236 I bryng rekyls, the sothe to say, {237 here in myn hende, {238 In tokyn that he [is] god veray, {239 Withoutten ende. {240 Tercius Rex, Balthesar Syrs, as ye say right so I red; {241 hast we tytt vnto that sted {242 To wirship hym, as for oure hed, {243 with oure offeryng; {244 In tokyn that he shalbe ded, {245 This Myrr I bryng. {246 Primus Rex, Jaspar where is that kyng of Iues land, {247 That shalbe lord, of se and sand, {248 And folk shall bow vnto his hand {249 Both more and myn? {250 To wyrship hym with oure offerand {251 we wyll not blyn. {252 Secundus Rex, Melchior we shall not rest, euen nor morne, {253 vnto we com ther he is borne. {254 Tercius Rex, Balthesar ffolowe this light, els be we lorne, {255 ffor sothe, I trowe, {256 That frely to we com beforne; {257 Syrs, go we now. {258 Nuncius Mahowne, that is of greatt pausty, {259 My lord, sir herode, the saue and se! {260 Herodes where has thou bene so long fro me, {261 Vyle stynkand lad? {262 Nuncius Lord, gone youre herand, in this cuntre, {263 As ye me bad. {264 Herodes Thou lyys, lurdan, the dewill the hang! {265 why has thou dwelt away so lang? {266 Nuncius lord, ye wyte me all with wrang. {267 Herodes what tythyngys? say! {268 Nuncius Som good, som yll, mengyd emang. {269 Herodes how? I the pray. {270 Do tell me fast how thou has farne; {271 Thy waryson shall thou not tharne. {272 Nuncius As I cam walkand, I you warne, {273 Lord, by the way, {274 I met thre kyngis sekeand a barne, {275 Thus can thay say. {276 Herodes To seke a barne! for what thyng? {277 Told, thay any new tythyng? {278 Nuncius yey, lord,! thay sayd, he shuld, be kyng {279 Of towne and towre; {280 ffor thy thay went, with thare offeryng, {281 hym to honoure. {282 Herodes Kyng! the dewill! bot of what empyre? {283 Of what land shuld, that lad, be syre? {284 Nay, I shall with that trature tyre; {285 Sore shall he rewe! {286 Nuncius lord, by a starne as bright as fyre {287 This kyng thay knew; {288 It led thaym outt of thare cuntre. {289 Herodes we, fy! fy! dewyls on thame all thre! {290 he shall neuer haue myght to me, {291 That new borne lad; {292 when thare wytt in a starne shuld, be, {293 I hold, thaym mad. {294 Those lurdans wote not what thay say; {295 Thay ryfe my hede, that dar I lay; {296 Ther dyd no tythyngis many a day, {297 Sich harme me to; {298 ffor wo my wytt is all away; {299 what shall I do? {300 why, what the dewyll is in thare harnes? {301 Is thare wytt all in the starnes? {302 These tythyngis mar my mode in ernes; {303 And of this thyng {304 To wytt the sothe, full sore me yarnes, {305 Of this new kyng. {306 Kyng? what the dewyll, other then I! {307 we, fy on dewyls! fy, fy! {308 Certys, that boy shall dere aby! {309 his ded is dight! {310 Shall he be kyng thus hastely? {311 who the dewill made hym knyght? {312 Alas, for shame! this is a skorne! {313 Thay fynde no reson thaym beforne; {314 Shuld, that brodell, that late is borne, {315 Be most of mayn? {316 Nay, if the dewyll of hell had sworne, {317 he shall agane. {318 Alas, alas! for doyll and, care! {319 So mekyll sorow had I neuer are; {320 If it be sothe, for euer mare {321 I am vndoyn; {322 At good clerkys and wyse of lare {323 I wyll wyt soyn. {324 Bot fyrst yit will I send, and se {325 The answere of those lurdans thre. {326 Messyngere, tytt hy thou the, {327 And make the yare; {328 Go, byd those kyngys com speke with me, {329 That told, thou of are. {330 Say I haue greatt herand thaym tyll. {331 Nuncius It shalbe done, lord, at youre wyll, {332 youre byddyng shall I soyn fulfyll {333 In ilk cuntre. {334 Herodes Mahowne the shelde from all kyns yll, {335 ffor his pauste. {336 Nuncius Mahowne you saue, sir kyngys thre, {337 I haue message to you preue`, {338 ffrom herode, kyng of this cuntre, {339 That is oure chefe; {340 And lo, syrs, if ye trow not me, {341 ye rede this brefe. {342 Primus Rex, Jaspar welcom be thou, belamy! {343 what is his wyll? tell vs in hy. {344 Nuncius Certys, sir, that wote not I, {345 Bot thus he sayde to me, {346 That ye shuld, com full hastely {347 To hym all thre, {348 ffor nede herand, he sayd me so. {349 Secundus Rex, Melchior Messynger, before thou go, {350 And tell thi lord we ar all thro {351 his wyll to do; {352 Both I and my felose two {353 Shall com hym to. {354 Nuncius Mahowne you looke, my lord so dere. {355 Herodes welcom be thou, messyngere! {356 how has thou farne syn thou was here? {357 Thou tell me tytt. {358 Nuncius lord, I haue traueld, far and nere {359 withoutten lett, {360 And done youre herand, sir, sothely; {361 Thre kyngis with me broght haue I, {362 ffro saba, tars, and araby, {363 Then haue thay soght. {364 Herodes Thi waryson shall thou haue for thy, {365 By hym me boght; {366 And, certanly, that is good skyll, {367 And syrs, ye ar welcom me tyll. {368 Tercius Rex, Balthesar Lord, thi bydyng to fulfyll {369 Are we full thro. {370 Herodes A, mekyll thank of youre good wyll {371 That ye wyll so. {372 ffor, certys, I haue couett greattly {373 To speke with you, and here now why: {374 Tell me, I pray you specyally, {375 ffor any thyng, {376 what tokynyng saw ye on the sky {377 Of this new kyng? {378 Primus Rex, Jaspar we sagh his starne ryse in the eest, {379 That shall be kyng of man and best, {380 ffor thy, lord, we haue not cest, {381 Syn that we wyst, {382 with oure gyftys, riche and, honest, {383 To bere that blyst. {384 Secundus Rex, Melchior lord, when that starne rose vs beforne, {385 Ther by we knew that chyld, was borne. {386 Herodes Out, alas, I am forlorne {387 ffor euer mare! {388 I wold, be rent and al to-torne {389 ffor doyll and care! {390 Alas, alas, I am full wo! {391 Syr kyngys, syt downe, & rest you so. {392 By scrypture, syrs, what say ye two? {393 withoutten lytt; {394 what ye can say ther to {395 let se now tytt. {396 These kyngys do me to vnderstand, {397 That borne is newly, in this land, {398 A kyng that shall weld, se and sand; {399 Thay tell me so; {400 And therfor, syrs, I you commaunde {401 youre bookys go to, {402 And looke grathly, for any thyng, {403 If ye fynd oght of sich a kyng. {404 Primus Consultus & Doctor It shall be done at youre bydyng, {405 By hym me boght, {406 And soyn we shall you tythyngys bryng {407 If we fynd, oght. {408 Secundus Consultus & Doctor Soyn shall we wyt, lord, if I may, {409 If oght be wretyn in oure lay. {410 Herodes Now, masters, therof I you pray {411 On all manere. {412 Primus Consultus & Doctor Com furth, let vs assay {413 Oure bookys both in fere. {414 Secundus Consultus & Doctor Certys, sir, lo, here fynd, I {415 well wretyn in a prophecy, {416 how that profett Isay, {417 That neuer begyld, {418 Tellys that a madyn of hir body {419 Shall bere a chyld. {420 Primus Consultus & Doctor And also, sir, to you I tell {421 The meruellest thyng that euer fell, {422 Hyr madynhede with hir shall dwell, {423 As dyd beforne; {424 That child shall hight `emanuell' {425 when he is borne. {426 Secundus Consultus & Doctor lord, this is sothe, securely, {427 wytnes the profett Isay. {428 Herodes Outt, alas! for doyll I dy, {429 long or my day! {430 Shall he haue more pauste then I? {431 A, waloway! {432 Alas, alas, I am forlorne! {433 I wold, be rent and all to torne; {434 Bot looke yit, as ye dyd, beforne, {435 ffor luf of me; {436 And tell me where that boy is borne; {437 Onone lett se. {438 Primus Consultus & Doctor All redy, lord, with mayn & mode. {439 Herodes haue done belyf, or I go wode; {440 And, certys, that gadlyng wer as good {441 haue greuyd me noght; {442 I shall se that brodell bloode, {443 By hym that me has boght! {444 Secundus Consultus & Doctor Micheas the prophett, withoutten nay, {445 how that he tellys I shall you say; {446 In bedlem, land of Iuda, {447 As I say you, {448 Out of it a duke shall spra; {449 Thus fynd we now. {450 Primus Consultus & Doctor Syr, thus we fynd, in prophecy: {451 Therfor we say you, securely, {452 In bedlem, we say you truly, {453 Borne is that kyng. {454 Herodes The dewill hang you high to dry, {455 ffor this tythyng! {456 And certys ye ly! it may not be! {457 Secundus Consultus & Doctor lord, we wytnes it truly; {458 here the sothe youre self may se, {459 If ye can rede. {460 Herodes A, waloway! full wo is me! {461 The dewill you spede! {462 Primus Consultus & Doctor lord, it is sothe, all that we say, {463 We fynde it wretyn in oure lay. {464 Herodes Go hens, harlottys, in twenty dewill way, {465 ffast and belyfe! {466 Mighty mahowne, as he well may, {467 lett you neuer thryfe! {468 Alas, wherto were I a crowne? {469 Or is cald of greatt renowne? {470 I am the fowlest borne downe {471 That euer was man; {472 And, namely with a fowll swalchon, {473 That no good can. {474 Alas, that euer I shuld be knyght, {475 Or holdyn man of mekyll myght, {476 If a lad shuld, reyfe me my right {477 All thus me fro; {478 Myn dede ere shuld I dyght, {479 Or it were so. {480 ye nobyll kyngys, harkyns as heynd! {481 ye shall haue saue condyth to weynd; {482 Bot com agane with me to leynd, {483 Syrs, I you pray; {484 ye shall me fynd a faythfull freynd, {485 If ye do swa. {486 If it be sothe, this new tythyng, {487 Som worship wold I do that kyng, {488 Therfor I pray you that ye bryng {489 Me tythyngys soyn. {490 Primus Rex, Jaspar All redy, lord, at youre bydyng {491 It shalbe doyn. {492 Secundus Rex, Melchior Alas, in warld, how haue we sped! {493 where is the lyght that vs has led? {494 Som clowde, for sothe, that starne has cled {495 ffrom vs away; {496 In strong stowre now ar we sted; {497 what may we say? {498 Tercius Rex, Balthesar wo worth herode, that cursyd wyght! {499 wo worth that tyrant day and nyght! {500 ffor thrugh hym haue we lost that sight, {501 And for his gyle, {502 That shoyn to vs with bemys bright {503 within a whyle. {504 Primus Rex, Jaspar lordyngys, I red, we pray all thre {505 To that lord, whose natyuyte {506 The starne betokyned that we can se, {507 All with his wyll; {508 pray we specyally that he {509 wold, show it vs vntyll {510 Secundus Rex, Melchior Thou chyld, whose myght no tong may tell, {511 As thou art lord of heuen and hell, {512 Thy nobyll starne, emanuell, {513 Thou send vs yare; {514 That we may wytt by fyrth and fell {515 how we shall fare. {516 Tercius Rex, Balthesar A, to that chyld be euer honoure, {517 That in this tyd has stynt oure stoure, {518 And lent vs lyght to oure socoure, {519 On this manere; {520 we loue the, lord of towne and towre, {521 holly in fere. {522 we owe to loue hym ouer all thyng, {523 That thus has send vs oure askyng; {524 Behold, yond starne has made stynyng, {525 Syrs, securly; {526 Of this chyld, shall we haue knowyng, {527 I hope, in hy. {528 Secundus Rex, Melchior lordyngys dere, drede thar vs noght, {529 Oure greatt trauell tyll end is broght; {530 yond, is the place that we haue soght {531 ffrom far cuntre; {532 yond is the chyld, that all has wroght, {533 Behold, and se! {534 Tercius Rex, Balthesar I red we make offeryng, all thre, {535 vnto this chyld, of greatt pauste, {536 And worship hym with gyftys fre {537 That we haue broght; {538 Oure boytt of bayll ay wyll he be, {539 well haue we soght. {540 Primus Rex, Jaspar hayll be thou, maker of all kyn thyng! {541 That boytt of all oure bayll may bryng! {542 In tokyn that thou art oure kyng, {543 And shalbe ay, {544 Resayf this gold, to myn offeryng, {545 prynce, I the pray. {546 Secundus Rex, Melchior hayll, ouercomer of kyng and of knyght! {547 That fourmed fysh, and fowyll in flyght! {548 ffor thou art godis son most of myght, {549 And all weldand, {550 I bryng the rekyls, as is right, {551 To myn offerand. {552 Tercius Rex, Balthesar hayll, kyng in kyth, cowrand on kne! {553 hayll, oone-fold, god, in persons thre! {554 In tokyn that thou dede shalbe, {555 By kyndly skyll, {556 To thy grauyng this myr of me {557 Resaue the tyll. {558 Mary Syr kyngys, make comforth you betweyn, {559 And meruell not what it may mene; {560 This chyld, that on me borne has bene, {561 All bayll may blyn; {562 I am his moder, and madyn clene {563 withoutten syn. {564 Therfor, lordyngys, where so ye fare, {565 Boldly looke ye tell ay whare {566 how I this blyst of bosom bare, {567 That best shalbe; {568 And madyn cleyn, as I was are, {569 Thrugh his pauste. {570 And truly, syrs, looke that ye trow {571 That othere lord is none at-lowe; {572 Both man and beest to hym shall bowe, {573 In towne and feyld; {574 My blyssyng, syrs, be now with you {575 where so ye beyld. {576 Primus Rex, Jaspar A, lordyngys dere! the sothe to say, {577 we haue made a good Iornay; {578 we loue this lord, that shall last ay {579 with outten ende; {580 he is oure beyld, both nyght and day, {581 where so we weynd. {582 Secundus Rex, Melchior lordyngys, we haue traueld, lang, {583 And restyd haue we lytyll emang, {584 ffor-thi I red now, or we gang, {585 with all oure mayn {586 et vs fownde a slepe to fang; {587 Then were I fayn; {588 ffor in greatt stowres we haue ben sted. {589 lo, here a lytter redy cled. {590 Tercius Rex, Balthesar I loue my lord! we haue well sped, {591 To rest with wyn; {592 lordyngys, syn we shall go to bed, {593 ye shall begyn. {594 Angel Syr curtes kyngys, to me take tent, {595 And turne by tyme or ye be tenyd; {596 ffrom god his self thus am I sent {597 To warne you, as youre faythfull freynd, {598 how herode kyng has malyce ment, {599 And shapys with shame you forto sheynd; {600 And so that ye no harmes hent, {601 By othere ways god wyll ye weynd {602 Into youre awne cuntre; {603 And if ye ask hym boyn, {604 ffor this dede that ye haue done, {605 youre beyld, ay wyll he be. {606 Primus Rex, Jaspar wakyns, wakyns, lordyngys dere! {607 Oure dwellyng is no longer here; {608 An angell spake tyll vs in fere; {609 Bad vs, as heynd, {610 That we ne shuld, on no manere, {611 home by herode weynd. {612 Secundus Rex, Melchior All myghty god in trynyte, {613 with hart enterely thank I the, {614 That thyn angell send tyll vs thre, {615 And kend vs so, {616 Oure fals fo man for to fle, {617 That wold, vs slo. {618 Tercius Rex, Balthesar We aght to loue hym more and myn, {619 That comly kyng of all man-kyn; {620 I rew full sore that we shall twyn {621 On this manere; {622 ffor commen we haue, with mekyll wyn, {623 By wayes sere. {624 Primus Rex, Jaspar Twyn must vs nedys, syrs, permafay, {625 And ilk on weynd, by dyuers way; {626 This wyll me lede, the sothe to say, {627 To my cuntre; {628 ffor-thy, lordyngys, now haue good day! {629 God with you be! {630 Secundus Rex, Melchior Certys, I must pas by se and sand; {631 This is the gate, I vnderstand, {632 That wyll me lede vnto my land {633 The right way; {634 To god of heuen I you commaunde, {635 And haue good day! {636 Tercius Rex, Balthesar This is the way that I must weynd; {637 Now god till vs his socoure send, {638 And he, that is withoutten end {639 And ay shalbe, {640 Saue vs from fowndyng of the feynd, {641 ffor his pauste. {642 The Flight into Egypt Angel Awake, Ioseph, and take intent! {1 Thou ryse, and slepe nomare! {2 If thou Wyll saue thy self vnshent {3 ffownde the fast to fare; {4 I am an angell to the sent, {5 ffor thou shall no harmes hent, {6 To cach the outt of care. {7 If thou here longer lent, {8 ffor rewth thou mon repent, {9 And rew it wonder sare. {10 Joseph A! myghtfull god, {11 what euer this ment, {12 so swete of toyn? {13 Angel lo, Ioseph, it is I, {14 An angell send to the. {15 Joseph we! leyf, I pray the why? {16 what is thy wyll with me? {17 Angel hens behufys the hy, {18 And take with the mary, {19 Also hir chyld so fre; {20 ffor herode dos to dy {21 All knaue chyldren, securly, {22 with in two yere that be {23 Of eld. {24 Joseph Alas, full wo is me! {25 where may we beyld,? {26 Angel Tyll egypp shall thou fare {27 with all the myght thou may; {28 And, Ioseph, hold, the thare, {29 tyll I wyll the at say. {30 Joseph This is a febyll fare, {31 A seke man and a sare {32 To here of sich a fray; {33 My bonys ar bursyd and, bare {34 ffor to do; I wold, it ware {35 Comen my last day {36 Tyll ende; {37 I ne wote which is the way; {38 how shall we weynde? {39 Angel Ther of haue thou no drede; {40 weynd furth, & leyf thi dyn; {41 The way he shall you lede, {42 the kyng of all man-kyn. {43 Joseph That heynd til vs take hede, {44 ffor I had lytyll nede {45 Sich bargans to begyn; {46 No wonder if I wede, {47 I that may do no dede; {48 how shuld I theder wyn {49 ffor eld? {50 I am full bare and thyn, {51 And all vnweld; {52 My fors me falys to fare, {53 and sight that I shuld, se. {54 Mary, my darlyng dere, {55 I am full wo for the! {56 Mary A, leyf Ioseph, what chere? {57 youre sorow on this manere {58 It mekill meruels me. {59 Joseph Oure noyes ar neghand, nere {60 If we dwell longer here; {61 ffor-thi behofes vs fle, {62 And flytt. {63 Mary Alas! how may this be? {64 what euer menys it? {65 Joseph It menys of sorow enoghe. {66 Mary A, dere Ioseph, how so? {67 Joseph As I lay in a swogh, {68 ffull sad slepand and thro, {69 An angell to me drogh, {70 As blossom bright on bogh, {71 And told betwix vs two, {72 That herode wroght greatt wogh, {73 And all knaue children slogh {74 In land that he myght to, {75 That feynd! {76 And he thy son wold, slo {77 And shamely sheynd. {78 Mary My son? alas, for care! {79 who may my doyllys dyll? {80 wo worth fals herode are! {81 my son why shuld, he spyll? {82 Alas! I lurk and dare! {83 To slo this barne I bare, {84 what wight in warld, had wyll? {85 his hart shuld be full sare {86 Sichon for to fare, {87 That neuer yit dyd yll, {88 Ne thoght. {89 Joseph Now leyfe mary, be styll! {90 This helpys noght; {91 It is no boytt to grete, {92 truly withoutten trayn; {93 Oure bayll it may not boytt {94 bot well more make oure payn. {95 Mary Alas! how shuld, I lete? {96 My son that is so swete {97 Is soght for to be slayn; {98 ffull gryle may I grete, {99 My fomen and I mete; {100 Tell me, Ioseph, with mayn, {101 youre red. {102 Joseph Shortly swedyll vs this swayn, {103 And fle hys dede. {104 Mary his ded wold I not se, {105 ffor all this warld, to wyn; {106 Alas! full wo were me, {107 In two if we shuld, twyn; {108 My chyld, so bright of ble, {109 To slo hym were pyte, {110 And a full hedus syn. {111 Dere Ioseph, what red ye? {112 Joseph Tyll egyp weynd shall we; {113 ffor-thi let be thi dyn {114 And cry. {115 Mary how shall we theder wyn? {116 Joseph ffulle well wote I; {117 The best wyse that we may {118 hast vs outt of this here. {119 Ther is noght els to say {120 bot tytt pak vp oure gere; {121 ffor ferd of this affray, {122 lett vs weynd hens away, {123 Or any do vs dere. {124 Mary Greatt god, as he well may, {125 That shope both nyght and day, {126 ffrom wandreth he vs were, {127 And shame; {128 My chyld, how shuld, I bere {129 So far from hame? {130 Alas! I am full wo! {131 was neuer wyght so wyll! {132 Joseph God wote I may say so, {133 I haue mater ther tyll; {134 ffor I may vnyth go {135 To lede of land sich two; {136 No wonder if I be wyll, {137 And sythen has many a fo. {138 A, why wyll no ded me slo? {139 My lyfe I lyke yll {140 And sare; {141 he that all doyls may dyll, {142 he keyll my care! {143 So wyll a wyght as I, {144 In warld, was neuer man; {145 howsehold, and husbandry {146 ffull sore I may it ban; {147 That bargan dere I by. {148 yong men, bewar, red I: {149 wedyng makys me all wan. {150 Take me thi brydyll, mary; {151 Tent thou to that page grathly {152 with all the craft thou can; {153 And may {154 he that this warld, began, {155 wysh vs the way! {156 Mary Alas, full wo is me! {157 Is none so wyll as I! {158 My hart wold breke in thre, {159 My son to se hym dy. {160 Joseph we! leyf mary, lett be, {161 And nothyng drede thou the, {162 Bot hard, hens lett vs hy; {163 To saue thi foode so fre, {164 ffast furth now lett vs fle, {165 Dere leyf; {166 To mete with his enmy, {167 It were a greatt myschefe, {168 And that wold, I not wore, {169 Away if we myght wyn; {170 My hart wold, be full sore, {171 In two to se you twyn. {172 Tyll egypp lett vs fare; {173 This pak, tyll I com thare, {174 To bere I shall not blyn: {175 ffor-thi haue thou no care; {176 If I may help the mare, {177 Thou fyndys no fawte me in, {178 I say. {179 God blys you more and myn, {180 And haue now all good day! {181 Herod the Great Nuncius Moste myghty mahowne / meng you with myrth! {1 Both of burgh and of towne / by fellys and by fyrth, {2 Both kyng with crowne / and barons of brith, {3 That radly wyll rowne / many greatt grith {4 Shall be happ. {5 Take tenderly intent {6 what sondys ar sent, {7 Els harmes shall ye hent, {8 And lothes you to lap. {9 Herode, the heynd, kyng / by grace of mahowne, {10 Of Iury, Iourmontyng / sternly with crowne, {11 On lyfe that ar lyfyng / in towre and, in towne, {12 Gracyus you gretyng / commaundys you be bowne {13 At his bydyng; {14 luf hym with lewte, {15 drede hym, that doughty! {16 he chargys you be redy {17 lowly at his lykyng. {18 What man apon mold, / menys hym agane, {19 Tytt teyn shall be told, knyght, sqwyere, or swayn; {20 Be he neuer so bold, / byes he that bargan, {21 Twelf thowsand fold, / more then I sayn {22 May ye trast; {23 he is worthy wonderly, {24 Selcouthly sory; {25 ffor a boy that is borne her by {26 Standys he abast. {27 A kyng thay hym call / and that we deny; {28 how shuld, it so fall / greatt meruell haue I; {29 Therfor ouer all / Shall I make a cry, {30 That ye busk not to brall / nor lyke not to ly {31 This tyde; {32 Carpys of no kyng {33 Bot herode, that lordyng, {34 Or busk to youre beyldyng, {35 youre heedys for to hyde. {36 He is Kyng of Kyngys / Kyndly I Knowe, {37 Chefe lord of lordyngys / chefe leder of law, {38 Ther watys on his wyngys / that bold, bost wyll blaw, {39 Greatt dukys downe dyngys / ffor his greatt aw, {40 And hym lowtys. {41 Tuskane and turky, {42 All Inde and Italy, {43 Cecyll and surry, {44 Drede hym and dowtys. {45 ffrom paradyse to padwa / to mownt flascon; {46 ffrom egyp to mantua / vnto kemp towne; {47 ffrom sarceny to susa / to grece it abowne; {48 Both normondy and norwa / lowtys to his crowne; {49 his renowne {50 Can no tong tell, {51 ffrom heuen vnto hell; {52 Of hym can none spell {53 Bot his cosyn mahowne. {54 he is the worthyest of all / barnes that are borne; {55 ffree men ar his thrall / full teynfully torne; {56 Begyn he to brall / many men cach skorne; {57 Obey must we all / or els be ye lorne {58 Att onys. {59 Downe dyng of youre knees, {60 All that hym seys, {61 Dysplesyd he beys, {62 And byrkyn many bonys. {63 here he commys now, I cry / that lord, I of spake; {64 ffast afore wyll I hy / radly on a rake, {65 And welcom hym worshipfully / laghyng with lake, {66 As he is most worthy / and knele for his sake {67 So low; {68 Downe dernly to fall, {69 as renk most ryall: {70 hayll, the worthyest of all! {71 to the must I bow! {72 hayll, luf lord! lo / thi letters haue I layde; {73 I haue done I couth do / and peasse haue I prayd, {74 Mekyll more therto / opynly dysplayd; {75 Bot romoure is rasyd so / that boldly thay brade {76 Emangis thame; {77 Thay carp of a kyng, {78 thay seasse not sich chateryng. {79 Herodes Bot I shall tame thare talkyng, {80 And let thame go hang thame: {81 Stynt, brodels, youre dyn / yei, euerychon! {82 I red that ye harkyn / to I be gone, {83 ffor if I begyn / I breke ilka bone, {84 And pull fro the skyn / the carcas anone, {85 yei, perde! {86 Sesse all this wonder, {87 and make vs no blonder, {88 ffor I ryfe you in sonder, {89 Be ye so hardy. {90 Peasse both yong and old / at my bydyng, I red, {91 ffor I haue all in wold, / in me standys lyfe and dede; {92 who that is so bold / I brane hym thrugh the hede; {93 Speke not or I haue told, / what I will in this stede; {94 ye wote nott {95 All that I will mefe; {96 Styr not bot ye haue lefe, {97 ffor if ye do, I clefe {98 you small as flesh to pott. {99 My myrthes ar turned to teyn / my mekenes into Ire, {100 And all for oone I weyn / with-in I fare as fyre. {101 May I se hym with eyn / I shall gyf hym his hyre; {102 Bot I do as I meyn / I were a full lewde syre {103 In wonys; {104 had I that lad in hand, {105 As I am kyng in land, {106 I shuld with this steyll brand {107 Byrkyn all his bonys. {108 My name spryngys far and nere / the doughtyest, men me call, {109 That euer ran with spere / A lord and kyng ryall; {110 what ioy is me to here / A lad to sesse my stall! {111 If I this crowne may bere / that boy shall by for all. {112 I anger; {113 I wote not what dewill me alys, {114 Thay teyn me so with talys, {115 That by gottys dere nalys, {116 I wyll peasse no langer. {117 what dewill! me thynk I brast / ffor anger and for teyn; {118 I trow thyse kyngys be past / that here with me has beyn; {119 Thay promysed me full fast / or now here to be seyn, {120 ffor els I shuld, haue cast / an othere sleght, I weyn; {121 I tell you, {122 A boy thay sayd thay soght, {123 with offeryng that thay broght; {124 It mefys my hart right noght {125 To breke his nek in two. {126 Bot be thay past me by / by mahowne in heuen, {127 I shall, and that in hy / set all on sex and seuen; {128 Trow ye a kyng as I / will suffre thaym to neuen {129 Any to haue mastry / bot my self full euen? {130 Nay, leyfe! {131 The dewill me hang and draw, {132 If I that losell knaw, {133 Bot I gyf hym a blaw, {134 That lyfe I shall hym reyfe. {135 ffor parels yit I wold, / wyst if thay were gone; {136 And ye therof her told / I pray you say anone, {137 ffor and thay be so bold, / by god that syttys in trone, {138 The payn can not be told, / that thay shall haue ilkon, {139 ffor Ire; {140 Sich panys hard, neuer man tell, {141 ffor vgly and for fell, {142 That lucyfere in hell {143 Thare bonys shall all to-tyre. {144 Primus Miles Lord, thynk not ill if I / tell you how thay ar past; {145 I kepe not layn, truly / Syn thay cam by you last, {146 An othere way in hy / thay soght, & that full fast. {147 Herodes why, and ar thay past me by? / we! outt! for teyn I brast! {148 we! fy! {149 ffy on the dewill! where may I byde? {150 Bot fyght for teyn and al to-chyde! {151 Thefys, I say ye shuld, haue spyde {152 And told, when thay went by; {153 ye ar knyghtys to trast! / nay, losels ye ar, and thefys; {154 I wote I yelde my gast / so sore my hart it grefys. {155 Secundus Miles what nede you be abast? / ther ar no greatt myschefys {156 ffor these maters to gnast. / {157 Tercius Miles why put ye sich reprefys withoutt cause? {158 Thus shuld ye not thrett vs, {159 vngaynly to bete vs, {160 ye shuld not rehett vs, {161 withoutt othere sawes. {162 Herodes ffy, losels and lyars! / lurdans ilkon! {163 Tratoures and well wars! / knafys, bot knyghtys none! {164 had ye bene woth youre eres / thus had thay not gone; {165 Gett I those land lepars / I breke ilka bone; {166 ffyrst vengeance {167 Shall I se on thare bonys; {168 If ye byde in these wonys {169 I shall dyng you with stonys, {170 yei, ditizance doutance. {171 I wote not where I may sytt / for anger & for teyn; {172 we haue not done all yit / if it be as I weyn; {173 ffy! dewill! now how is it? / as long as I haue eyn {174 I think not for to flytt / bot kyng I will be seyn {175 ffor euer. {176 Bot stand I to quart, {177 I tell you my hart, {178 I shall gar thaym start, {179 Or els trust me neuer. {180 Primus Miles Syr, thay went sodanly / or any man wyst, {181 Els had mett we, yei, perdy / and may ye tryst. {182 Secundus Miles So bold, nor so hardy / agans oure lyst, {183 was none of that company / durst mete me with fyst {184 ffor ferd. {185 Tercius Miles Ill durst thay abyde, {186 Bot ran thame to hyde; {187 Might I thaym haue spyde, {188 I had made thaym a berd. {189 what couth we more do / to saue youre honoure? {190 Primus Miles we were redy therto / and shal be ilk howre. {191 Herodes Now syn it is so / ye shall haue fauoure; {192 Go where ye wyll, go / by towne and by towre, {193 Goys hens! {194 I haue maters to mell {195 with my preuey counsell; {196 Clerkys, ye bere the bell, {197 ye must me encense. {198 Oone spake in myne eere / A wonderfull talkyng, {199 And sayde a madyn shuld, bere / anothere to be kyng; {200 Syrs, I pray you inquere / in all wrytyng, {201 In vyrgyll, in homere / And all other thyng {202 Bot legende; {203 Sekys poece tayllys; {204 lefe pystyls and grales; {205 Mes, matyns, noght avalys, {206 All these I defende; {207 I pray you tell heyndly / now what ye fynde. {208 Primus Consultus Truly, sir, prophecy / It is not blynd; {209 we rede thus by Isay / he shalbe so kynde, {210 That a madyn, sothely / which neuer synde, {211 Shall hym bere: {212 "virgo concipiet, {213 Natumque pariet;" {214 "Emanuell" is hete, {215 his name for to lere, {216 "God is with vs," that is forto say. {217 Secundus Consultus And othere says thus / tryst me ye may: {218 "Of bedlem a gracyus / lord shall spray, {219 That of Iury myghtyus / kyng shalbe ay, {220 lord myghty; {221 And hym shall honoure {222 both kyng and emperoure." {223 Herodes why, and shuld I to hym cowre? {224 Nay, ther thou lyys lyghtly! {225 ffy! the dewill the spede / and me, bot I drynk onys! {226 This has thou done in dede / to anger me for the nonys: {227 And thou, knafe, thou thy mede / shall haue, by cokys dere bonys! {228 Thou can not half thi crede! / outt, thefys, fro my wonys! {229 ffy, knafys! {230 ffy, dotty-pols, with youre bookys! {231 Go kast thaym in the brookys! {232 with sich wylys and crokys {233 My wytt away rafys! {234 hard I neuer sich a trant / that a knafe so sleght {235 Shuld, com lyke a sant / and refe me my right; {236 Nay, he shall on slant / I shall kyll hym downe stryght; {237 war! I say, lett me pant / now thynk I to fyght {238 ffor anger; {239 My guttys will outt thryng {240 Bot I this lad hyng; {241 withoutt I haue a vengyng, {242 I may lyf no langer. {243 Shuld a carll in a kafe / bot of oone yere age, {244 Thus make me to rafe? / {245 Primus Consultus Syr, peasse this outrage! A-way let ye wafe / all sich langage, {246 youre worship to safe / is he oght bot a page {247 Of a yere? {248 we two shall hym teyn {249 with oure wyttys betweyn, {250 That, if ye do as I meyn, {251 he shall dy on a spere. {252 Secundus Consultus ffor drede that he reyn / do as we red; {253 Thrug outt bedlem / and ilk othere stede, {254 Make knyghtys ordeyn / and put vnto dede {255 All knaue chyldren / of two yerys brede, {256 And with-in; {257 This chyld, may ye spyll {258 Thus at youre awne will. {259 Herodes Now thou says here tyll {260 A right nobyll gyn! {261 If I lyf in land / good lyfe, as I hope, {262 This dar I the warand / to make the Pope. {263 O, my hart is rysand / now in a glope! {264 ffor this nobyll tythand / thou shall haue a drope {265 Of my good grace; {266 Markys, rentys, and powndys, {267 Greatt castels & groundys; {268 Thrugh all sees and sandys {269 I gyf the the chace. {270 Now wyll I procede / and take veniance; {271 All the flowre of knyghthede / call to legeance; {272 Bewshere, I the byd / it may the avance. {273 Nuncius lord, I shall me spede / and bryng, perchaunce, {274 To thy syght. {275 hark, knyghtys, I you bryng {276 here new tythyng; {277 vnto herode kyng {278 hast with all youre myght! {279 In all the hast that ye may / in armowre full bright, {280 In youre best aray / looke that ye be dight. {281 Primus Miles why shuld we fray? / {282 Secundus Miles this is not all right. Tercius Miles Syrs, withoutten delay I drede that we fight. {283 Nuncius I pray you, {284 As fast as ye may, {285 com to hym this day. {286 Primus Miles what, in oure best aray? {287 Nuncius yei, syrs, I say you. {288 Secundus Miles Somwhat is in hand / what euer it meyn. {289 Tercius Miles Tarry not for to stand / ther or we haue beyn. {290 Nuncius kyng herode all weldand / well be ye seyn! {291 youre knyghtys ar comand / in armoure full sheyn, {292 At youre wyll. {293 Primus Miles hayll, dughtyest of all! {294 we are comen at youre call {295 ffor to do what we shall, {296 youre lust to fullfyll. {297 Herodes welcom, lordyngys, Iwys / both greatt and small! {298 The cause now is this / that I send for you all: {299 A lad, a knafe, borne is / that shuld, be kyng ryall; {300 Bot I kyll hym and his / I wote I brast my gall; {301 Therfor, Syrs, {302 Veniance shall ye take, {303 All for that lad, sake, {304 And men I shall you make {305 where ye com ay where, syrs. {306 To bedlem loke ye go / And all the coste aboute, {307 All knaue chyldren ye slo / and lordys, ye shalbe stoute; {308 Of yeres if they be two / and within, of all that rowte {309 On lyfe lyefe none of tho / that lygys in swedyll clowte, {310 I red you; {311 Spare no kyns bloode, {312 lett all ryn on floode, {313 If women wax woode; {314 I warn you, syrs, to spede you; {315 hens! now go youre way / that ye were thore. {316 Secundus Miles I wote we make a fray / bot I wyll go before. {317 Tercius Miles A, thynk, syrs, I say / I mon whett lyke a bore. {318 Primus Miles Sett me before ay / good enogh for a skore; {319 hayll heyndly! {320 we shall for youre sake {321 make a dulfull lake. {322 Herodes Now if ye me well wrake {323 ye shall fynd me freyndly. {324 Secundus Miles Go ye now tyll oure noytt / and handyll thaym weyll. {325 Tercius Miles I shall pay thaym on the cote / begyn I to reyll. {326 Primus Miles hark, felose, ye dote / yonder commys vnceyll; {327 I hold, here a grote / she lykys me not weyll {328 Be we parte; {329 Dame, thynk it not yll, {330 thy knafe if I kyll. {331 Prima Mulier what, thefe! agans my wyll? {332 lord, kepe hym in qwarte! {333 Primus Miles Abyde now, abyde / no farther thou gose. {334 Prima Mulier Peasse, thefe! shall I chyde / and make here a nose? {335 Primus Miles I shall reyfe the thy pryde / kyll we these boyse! {336 Prima Mulier Tyd may betyde / kepe well thy nose, {337 ffals thefe! {338 haue on loft on thy hode. {339 Primus Miles what, hoore, art thou woode? {340 Prima Mulier Outt, alas, my chyldys bloode! {341 Outt, for reprefe! {342 Alas for shame and syn / alas that I was borne! {343 Of wepyng who may blyn / to se hir chylde forlorne? {344 My comforth and my kyn / my son thus alto torne! {345 veniance for this syn / I cry, both euyn and morne. {346 Secundus Miles well done! {347 Com hedyr, thou old stry! {348 that lad of thyne shall dy. {349 Secunda Mulier Mercy, lord, I cry! {350 It is myn awne dere son. {351 Secundus Miles No mercy thou mefe / it mendys the not, mawd! {352 Secunda Mulier Then thi skalp shall I clefe! / lyst thou be clawd? {353 lefe, lefe, now by lefe! / {354 Secundus Miles peasse, byd I, bawd! Secunda Mulier ffy, fy, for reprefe! fy, full of frawde! {355 No man! {356 haue at thy tabard, {357 harlot and holard! {358 Thou shall not be sparde! {359 I cry and I ban! {360 Outt! morder! man, I say / strang tratoure & thefe! {361 Out! alas! and waloway! / my child that was me lefe! {362 My luf, my blood, my play / that neuer dyd man grefe! {363 Alas, alas, this day! / I wold, my hart shuld, clefe {364 In sonder! {365 veniance I cry and call, {366 on herode and his knyghtys all! {367 veniance, lord, apon thaym fall, {368 And mekyll warldys wonder! {369 Tercius Miles This is well wroght gere / that euer may be; {370 Comys hederward here! / ye nede not to fle! {371 Tercia Mulier wyll ye do any dere / to my chyld, and me? {372 Tercius Miles he shall dy, I the swere / his hart blood shall thou se. {373 Tercia Mulier God for-bede! {374 Thefe! thou shedys my chyldys blood! {375 Out, I cry! I go near wood! {376 Alas! my hart is all on flood, {377 To se my chyld, thus blede! {378 By god, thou shall aby this dede that thou has done. {379 Tercius Miles I red the not stry / by son and by moyn. {380 Tercia Mulier haue at the, say I! / take the ther a foyn! {381 Out on the I cry / haue at thi groyn {382 An othere! {383 This kepe I in store. {384 Tercius Miles Peasse now, no more! {385 Tercia Mulier I cry and I rore, {386 Out on the, mans mordere! {387 Alas! my bab, myn Innocent / my fleshly get! for sorow {388 That god me derly sent / of bales who may me borow? {389 Thy body is all to-rent / I cry both euen and morow, {390 veniance for thi blod, thus spent / out! I cry, and horow! {391 Primus Miles Go lightly! {392 Gett out of thise wonys! {393 ye trattys, all at onys,- {394 Or by cokys dere bonys {395 I make you go wyghtly! {396 Thay ar flayd now, I wote, thay will not abyde. {397 Secundus Miles lett vs ryn fote hote / now wold, I we hyde, {398 And tell of this lott / how we haue betyde. {399 Tercius Miles Thou can do thi note / that haue I aspyde; {400 Go furth now, {401 Tell thou herode oure tayll! {402 ffor all oure avayll, {403 I tell you, saunce fayll, {404 he wyll vs alow. {405 Primus Miles I am best of you all / and euer has bene; {406 The deuyll haue my saull / bot I be fyrst sene; {407 It fyttys me to call / my lord, as I wene. {408 Secundus Miles what nedys the to brall? / be not so kene {409 In this anger; {410 I shall say thou dyd best, {411 saue myself, as I gest. {412 Primus Miles we! that is most honest. {413 Tercius Miles go, tary no langer! {414 Primus Miles hayll herode, oure kyng / full glad may ye be! {415 Good tythyng we bryng / harkyn now to me; {416 we haue mayde rydyng / thrugh outt Iure: {417 well wyt ye oone thyng / that morderd, haue we {418 Many thowsandys. {419 Secundus Miles I held, thaym full hote, {420 I payd them on the cote; {421 Thare dammys, I wote, {422 Neuer bynde them in bandys. {423 Tercius Miles had ye sene how I fard / when I cam emang them! {424 Ther was none that I spard / bot lade on and dang them. {425 I am worthy a rewarde / where I was emangys them. {426 I stud and I stard / no pyte to hang them {427 had I. {428 Herodes Now, by myghty mahowne, {429 That is good of renowne! {430 If I bere this crowne {431 ye shall haue a lady {432 Ilkon to hym layd, and wed at his wyll. {433 Primus Miles So haue ye lang sayde / do somwhat thertyll! {434 Secundus Miles And I was neuer flayde / for good ne for yll. {435 Tercius Miles ye might hold, you well payde / oure lust to fulfyll, {436 Thus thynk me, {437 with tresure vntold, {438 If it lyke that ye wold, {439 Both syluer and gold, {440 To gyf vs greatt plente. {441 Herodes As I am kyng crownde / I thynk it good right! {442 Ther goys none on grownde / that has sich a wyght; {443 A hundreth thowsand pownde / is good wage for a knyght, {444 Of pennys good and rownde / now may ye go light {445 with store; {446 And ye knyghtys of oures {447 Shall haue castels and towres, {448 Both to you and to youres, {449 ffor now and euer more. {450 Primus Miles was neuer none borne / by downes ne by dalys, {451 Nor yit vs beforne / that had sich avalys. {452 Secundus Miles we haue castels and corne / mych gold in oure malys. {453 Tercius Miles It wyll neuer be worne / withoutt any talys; {454 hayll heyndly! {455 hayll lord! hayll kyng! {456 we ar furth foundyng! {457 Herodes Now mahowne he you bryng {458 where he is lord freyndly; {459 Now in peasse may I stand / I thank the, mahowne! {460 And gyf of my lande / that longys to my crowne; {461 Draw therfor nerehande / both of burgh and of towne; {462 Markys ilkon a thowsande / when I am bowne, {463 Shall ye haue. {464 I shalbe full fayn {465 To gyf that I sayn! {466 wate when I com agayn, {467 And then may ye craue. {468 I sett by no good, / now my hart is at easse, {469 That I shed so mekyll blode / pes all my ryches! {470 ffor to se this flode / from the fote to the nese {471 Mefys nothing my mode / I lagh that I whese; {472 A, mahowne! {473 So light is my saull, {474 that all of Sugar is my gall; {475 I may do what I shall, {476 And bere vp my crowne. {477 I was castyn in care / so frightly afrayd, {478 Bot I thar not dyspare / for low is he layd {479 That I most dred are / so haue I hym flayd; {480 And els wonder ware / and so many strayd {481 In the strete, {482 That oone shuld be harmeles, {483 and skape away hafles, {484 where so many chyldes {485 Thare balys can not bete. {486 A hundreth thowsand, I watt / and fourty ar slayn, {487 And four thowsand; ther-at / me aght to be fayn; {488 Sich a morder on a flat / shall neuer be agayn. {489 had I had bot oone bat / at that lurdan {490 So yong, {491 It shuld, haue bene spokyn {492 how I had me wrokyn, {493 were I dede and rotyn, {494 with many a tong. {495 Thus shall I tech knauys / ensampyll to take, {496 In thare wyttys that rauys / sich mastre to make; {497 All wantones wafys / no langage ye crak! {498 No sufferan you sauys / youre nekkys shall I shak {499 In sonder; {500 No kyng ye on call {501 Bot on herode the ryall, {502 Or els many oone shall {503 Apon youre bodys wonder. {504 ffor if I here it spokyn / when I com agayn, {505 youre branys bese brokyn / therfor be ye bayn; {506 Nothyng bese vnlokyn / it shalbe so playn; {507 Begyn I to rekyn / I thynk all dysdayn {508 ffor daunche. {509 Syrs, this is my counsell- {510 Bese not to cruell, {511 Bot adew!-to the deuyll! {512 I can nomore fraunch! {513 The Purification of Mary Symeon Mightfull god, thou vs glad! {1 That heuen and erthe and all has mayde; {2 Bryng vs to blys that neuer shall fade, {3 As thou well may; {4 And thynk on me that is vnweld- {5 lo! so I hobyll all on held, {6 That vnethes may I walk for eld- {7 Now help, lord, adonay! {8 Bot yit I meruell, both euyn and morne, {9 Of old, elders that were beforne, {10 wheder thay be safe or lorne, {11 where thay may be; {12 Abell, noye, and abraham, {13 Dauid, daniell, and balaam, {14 And all othere mo by name, {15 Of sere degre. {16 I thank the, lord, with good intent, {17 Of all thy sond thou has me sent, {18 That thus long tyme my lyfe has lent, {19 Now many a yere; {20 ffor all ar past now oonly bot I; {21 I thank the, lord god almyghty! {22 ffor so old, know I none, sothly, {23 Now lyfyng here. {24 ffor I am old symeon: {25 So old on lyfe know I none, {26 That is mayde on flesh and bone, {27 In all medyll-erd. {28 No wonder if I go on held: {29 The feuyrs, the flyx, make me vnweld; {30 Myn armes, my lymmes, ar stark for eld, {31 And all gray is my berd. {32 Myn ees are woren both marke and blynd; {33 Myn and is short, I want wynd; {34 Thus has age dystroed my kynd, {35 And reft myghtis all; {36 Bot shortly mon I weynd away; {37 what tyme ne when, I can not say, {38 ffor it is gone full many a day {39 Syn dede began to call. {40 Ther is no warke that I may wyrk, {41 Bot oneths crall I to the kyrk; {42 Be I com home I am so irk {43 That farther may I noght; {44 Bot settys me downe, and grankys, and gronys, {45 And lygys and restys my wery bonys, {46 And all nyght after grankys and goonys, {47 On slepe tyll I be broght. {48 Bot neuer the les, the sothe to say, {49 If I may nather, by nyght ne day, {50 ffor age nather styr ne play, {51 Nor make no chere, {52 yit if I be neuer so old, {53 I myn full well that prophetys told, {54 That now ar dede and layde full cold, {55 Sythen gone many a yere. {56 Thay sayde that god, full of myght, {57 Shuld, send his son from heuen bright, {58 In a madyn for to light, {59 Commen of dauid kyn; {60 fflesh and bloode on hyr to take, {61 And becom man for oure sake, {62 Our redempcyon for to make, {63 That slayn were thrugh syn. {64 Bot, lord, that vs thy grace has hight, {65 Send me thy sond, both day and nyght, {66 And graunt me grace of lyfys light, {67 And let me neuer de, {68 To thou sich grace to me send, {69 That I may handyll hym in my hend, {70 That shall cum oure mys to amend, {71 And se hym with myn ee. {72 Primus Angelus Thou, symeon, drede the noght! {73 My lord, that thou has long besoght, {74 ffor thou has rightwys beyn, {75 Thyn askyng has he grauntyd the, {76 with outen dede on lyfe to be {77 To thou thy cryst haue seyn. {78 Secundus Angelus Than symeon, harkyn a space! {79 I bryng the tythyngys of solace; {80 ffor-thy, ryse vp and gang {81 To the temple; thou shall fynd thore {82 Godys son the before, {83 That thou has yernyd lang. {84 Symeon Louyd be my lord, in wyll and thoght, {85 That his seruant forgettys noght, {86 when that he seys tyme! {87 well is me that I shall dre {88 Tyll I haue sene hym with myn ee, {89 And no longer hyne. {90 Louyd be my lord in heuen, {91 That thus has by his angell steuen {92 warnyd me of his commyng! {93 Therfor will I with intent {94 putt on me my vestment, {95 In worship of that kyng. {96 he shalbe welcom vnto me: {97 That lord shall make vs alle fre, {98 kyng of all man-kyn; {99 ffor with his blood he shall vs boroo {100 Both fro catyfdam & from soroo, {101 That was slayn thrugh syn. {102 A, dere god! what may this be? {103 Oure bellys ryng so solemply, {104 ffor whom soeuer it is; {105 Now certys, I can not vnderstand, {106 Bot if my lord god all weldand {107 Be commen, that all shall wyse. {108 This noyse lyghtyns full well myn hart! {109 Shall I neuer rest, and I haue quart, {110 Or I com ther onone; {111 Now well were I and it so were, {112 ffor sich noyse hard I neuer ere; {113 Oure bellys ryng by thare oone! {114 Joseph Mary, it begynnys to pas, {115 ffourty dayes syn that thou was {116 Delyuer of thy son; {117 To the temple I red we draw, {118 To clens the, and fulfyll the law, {119 As oure elders were won. {120 Therfor, mary, madyn heynd, {121 Take thi chyld, and let vs weynd {122 The tempyll vntyll; {123 And we shall with vs bryng {124 Thise turtyls two to oure offryng, {125 The law we will fulfyll. {126 Mary Ioseph, that wyll I full well, {127 That the law euery deyll {128 Be fulfyllyd in me. {129 Lord, that all myghtys may, {130 Gyf vs grace to do this day {131 That it be pleassyng to the! {132 Primus Angelus Thou, symeon, rightwys and trew, {133 Thou has desyred both old and new, {134 To haue a sight of cryst ihesu {135 As prophecy has told! {136 Oft has thou prayd to haue a sight {137 Of hym that in a madyn light; {138 here is that chyld of mekyll myght, {139 Now has thou that thou wold. {140 Secundus Angelus Thou has desyryd it most of all. {141 The Play of the Doctors Secundus Magister That a madyn a barn shuld, bere; {1 And his name thus can thay tell, {2 ffro the tyme that he born were, {3 he shalbe callyd emanuell; {4 Counselloure, and god of strengthe, {5 And wonderfull also {6 Shall he be callyd, of brede and lenghthe {7 As far as any man may go. {8 Tercius Magister Masters, youre resons ar right good, {9 And wonderfull to neuen, {10 yit fynde I more by abacuk; {11 Syrs, lysten a whyle vnto my steuen. {12 Oure bayll, he says, shall turn to boytt, {13 her-afterward som day; {14 A wande shall spryng fro Iesse roytt,- {15 The certan sothe thus can he say,- {16 And of that wande shall spryng a floure, {17 that shall spryng vp full hight: {18 Ther of shall com full swete odowre, {19 And therapon shall rest and lyght {20 The holy gost, full mych of myght; {21 The goost of wysdom and of wyt, {22 Shall beyld his nest, with mekyll right, {23 And, in it brede and sytt. {24 Primus Magister Bot when trow ye this prophecy {25 Shalbe fulfyllyd in dede, {26 That here is told so openly, {27 As we in scrypture rede? {28 Secundus Magister A greatt meruell for sothe it is, {29 To vs to here of sich mastry; {30 A madyn to bere a chyld, Iwys, {31 without mans seyde, that were ferly. {32 Tercius Magister The holy gost shall in hyr lyght, {33 And kepe hir madynhede full clene; {34 whoso may byde to se that sight {35 Thay ther not drede, I wene. {36 Primus Magister Of all thise prophetys wyse of lore {37 That knew the prophecy, more and les, {38 was none that told the tyme before, {39 when he shuld, com to by vs peasse. {40 Secundus Magister wheder he be commen or not {41 No knowlege haue we in certayn; {42 Bot he shall com, that dowt we not; {43 ffull prophetys haue prechyd it full playn. {44 Tercius Magister Mekyll I thynk that thise prophetys {45 Ar holden to god, that is on hight, {46 That haue knowyng of his behetys, {47 And for to tell of his mekyll myght. {48 Jesus Masters, luf be with you lent, {49 And mensk be vnto this meneyoe! {50 Primus Magister Son, hens away I wold thou went, {51 ffor othere haft in hand haue we. {52 Secundus Magister Son, whosoeuer the hyder sent, {53 Thay were not wyse, thus tell I the; {54 ffor we haue othere tayllys to tent {55 Then now with barnes bowrdand to be. {56 Tercius Magister Son, thou lyst oght lere / To lyf by moyses lay; {57 Com heder, and thou shall here / The sawes that we wyll say; {58 ffor in som mynde it may the bryng {59 To here oure sawes red by rawes. {60 Jesus To lere of you nedys me no thyng, {61 ffor I knaw both youre dedys & sawes. {62 Primus Magister hark, yonder barn with his bowrdyng! {63 he wenys he kens more then he knawys; {64 Nay, certys, son, thou art ouer ying {65 By clergy yit to know oure lawes. {66 Jesus I wote as well as ye / how that youre lawes was wroght. {67 Secundus Magister Com sytt! soyn shall we se, / ffor certys so semys it noght. {68 Tercius Magister It were wonder if any wyght {69 vntill oure resons right shuld reche; {70 And thou says thou has in sight {71 Oure lawes truly to tell and teche. {72 Jesus The holy gost has on me lyght, {73 And anoynt me lyke a leche, {74 And gyffen to me powere and myght {75 The kyngdom of heuen to preche. {76 Secundus Magister whens euer this barne may be {77 That shewys thise novels new? {78 Jesus Certan, syrs, I was or ye, {79 And shall be after you. {80 Primus Magister Son, of thi sawes, as we haue ceyll, {81 And of thi wytt is wonder thyng; {82 Bot neuer the les fully I feyll {83 That it may fayll in wyrkyng; {84 ffor dauid demys euer ilk deyll, {85 And thus he says of chylder ying, {86 "Ex ore infanicium & lactencium, perfecisti laudem." Of thare mowthes, sayth dauid, wele, {87 Oure lord he has perfourmed louyng. {88 Neuer the les, son, yit shuld thou lett {89 her for to speke in large; {90 ffor where masters ar mett, {91 Chylder wordys ar not to charge. {92 ffor certys, if thou wold neuer so fayn {93 Gyf all thi lyst to lere the law, {94 Thou art nawther of myght ne mayn {95 To know it, as a clerk may knaw. {96 Jesus Syrs, I say you in certan, {97 That sothfast shall be all my saw; {98 And powere haue I plene and playn, {99 To say and answere as me aw. {100 Primus Magister Masters, what may this mene? {101 Meruell, methynk, haue I {102 where euer this barne has bene {103 That carpys thus conandly. {104 Secundus Magister In warld as wyde as we haue went {105 ffand we neuer sich ferly fare; {106 Certys, I trow the barn be sent {107 Sufferanly to salfe oure sare. {108 Jesus Syrs, I shall preue in youre present {109 All the sawes that I sayde are. {110 Tercius Magister which callys thou the fyrst commaundement {111 And the most, in moyses lare? {112 Jesus Syrs, synthen ye syt on raw, {113 And hafe youre bookys on brede, {114 let se, syrs, in youre saw {115 how right that ye can rede. {116 Primus Magister I rede that this is the fyrst bydyng {117 That moyses told, vs here vntyll; {118 honoure thi god ouer ilka thyng, {119 with all thi wyt and all thi wyll; {120 And all thi hart in hym shall hyng, {121 Erly and late, both lowde and styll. {122 Jesus ye nede none othere bookys to bryng, {123 Bot fownd this to fulfyll; {124 The seconde may men profe {125 And clergy knaw therby; {126 youre neyghburs shall ye lofe {127 Right as youre self truly. {128 [Thise] commaunded moyses tyll all men {129 In his commaundes clere; {130 In thise two bydyngys, shall ye ken, {131 hyngys all the law we aght to lere. {132 who so fulfylles thise two then {133 with mayn and mode and good manere, {134 he fulfyllys truly all ten {135 That after thaym folows in fere. {136 Then shuld we god honowre {137 with all oure myght and mayn, {138 And luf well ilk neghboure {139 Right as oure self certayn. {140 Primus Magister Now, son, synthen thou has told vs two, {141 which ar the aght, can thou oght say? {142 Jesus The thyrd bydys, "where so ye go, {143 That ye shall halow the holy day; {144 ffrom bodely wark ye take youre rest; {145 youre household, looke the same thay do, {146 Both wyfe, chyld, seruande, and beest." {147 The fourt is then in weyll and wo {148 "Thi fader, thi moder, thou shall honowre, {149 Not only with thi reuerence, {150 Bot in thare nede thou thaym socoure, {151 And kepe ay good obedyence." {152 The fyft bydys the "no man slo, {153 Ne harme hym neuer in word ne dede, {154 Ne suffre hym not to be in wo {155 If thou may help hym in his nede." {156 The sext bydys the "thi wyfe to take, {157 Bot none othere lawfully; {158 lust of lechery thou fle and fast forsake, {159 And drede ay god where so thou be." {160 The seuen bydys the "be no thefe feyr, {161 Ne nothyng wyn with trechery; {162 Oker, ne symony, thou com not nere, {163 Bot conscyence clere ay kepe truly." {164 The aght byddys the "be true in dede, {165 And fals wytnes looke thou none bere; {166 looke thou not ly for freynd ne syb, {167 lest to thi saull that it do dere." {168 The neyn byddys the "not desyre {169 Thi neghburs wyfe ne his women, {170 Bot as holy kyrk wold it were, {171 Right so thi purpose sett it in." {172 The ten byddys the "for nothyng {173 Thi neghburs goodys yerne wrongwysly; {174 his house, his rent, ne his hafyng, {175 And crysten fayth trow stedfastly." {176 Thus in tabyls, shall ye ken, {177 Oure lord to moyses wrate; {178 Thise ar the commaundmentys ten, {179 who so will lely layt. {180 Secundus Magister Behald how he lege oure lawes, {181 And leryd neuer on booke to rede! {182 ffull sotell sawes, me thynk, he says, {183 And also true, if we take hede. {184 Tercius Magister yei, lett hym furth on his wayes, {185 ffor if he dwell, withoutten drede {186 The pepyll will ful soyn hym prayse {187 well more then vs, for all oure dede. {188 Primus Magister Nay, nay, then wyrk we wrang! {189 sich spekyng will we spare; {190 As he cam let hym gang, {191 And mefe vs, not no mare. {192 Mary A, dere Ioseph! what is youre red? {193 Of oure greatt bayll no boytt may be; {194 My hart is heuy as any lede, {195 My semely son to I hym se. {196 Now haue we soght in euery sted, {197 Both vp and downe, thise dayes thre; {198 And wheder he be whik or dede {199 yit wote we not; so wo is me! {200 Joseph Sorow had neuer man mare! {201 Bot mowr[n]yng, mary, may not amend; {202 ffarther do I red we fare, {203 To god some socoure send. {204 Abowtt the tempyll if he be oght, {205 That wold I that we wyst this nyght. {206 Mary A, certys, I se that we have soght! {207 In warld was neuer so semely a sight; {208 lo, where he syttys! se ye hym noght {209 Amangys yond masters mekyll of myght? {210 Joseph Blyssyd be he vs heder broght! {211 In land now lyfys there none so light. {212 Mary Now dere Ioseph, as haue ye seyll, {213 Go furth and fetche youre son and myne; {214 This day is goyn nere ilka deyll, {215 And we haue nede for to go hien. {216 Joseph with men of myght can I not mell, {217 Then all my trauell mon I tyne; {218 I can not with thaym, that wote ye well, {219 Thay are so gay in furrys fyne. {220 Mary To thaym youre erand, forto say, {221 Surely that thar ye drede no deyll! {222 Thay will take hede to you alway {223 Be cause of eld, this wote I weyll. {224 Joseph when I com ther what shall I say? {225 ffor I wote not, as haue I ceyll; {226 Bot thou will haue me shamyd for ay, {227 ffor I can nawthere crowke ne knele. {228 Mary Go we togeder, I hold, it best, {229 Vnto yond worthy wyghtys in wede; {230 And if I se, as haue I rest, {231 That ye will not, then must I nede. {232 Joseph Go thou and tell thi tayll fyrst, {233 Thi son to se will take good hede; {234 weynd furth, mary, and do thi best, {235 I com behynd, as god me spede. {236 Mary A, dere son, Ihesus! {237 sythen we luf the alone, {238 whi dos thou tyll vs thus, {239 And gars vs make this mone? {240 Thi fader and I betwix vs two, {241 Son, for thi luf has lykyd yll, {242 we haue the soght both to and fro {243 wepeand sore, as wyghtis wyll. {244 Jesus wherto shuld ye, moder, seke me so? {245 Oft tymes it has bene told, ye tyll {246 My fader warkys, for wele or wo, {247 Thus am I sent for to fulfyll. {248 Thise sawes, as haue I ceyll, {249 I can well vnderstonde, {250 I shall thynk on them weyll {251 To fownd what is folowand. {252 Joseph Now sothly, son, the sight of the {253 has comforthed vs of all oure care; {254 Com furth, now, with thi moder and me! {255 At nazareth I wold we ware. {256 Jesus Be leyf then, ye lordyngys fre! {257 ffor with my freyndys now wyll I fare. {258 Primus Magister Son, where so thou shall abyde or be {259 God make the good man euer mare. {260 Secundus Magister No wonder if thou, wife, {261 Of his fyndyng be fayn; {262 he shall, if he haue lyfe, {263 prefe to a full good swayn. {264 Tercius Magister Son, looke thou layn, for good or yll, {265 The noyttys that we haue nevened now; {266 And if thou lyke to abyde here styll, {267 And with vs won, welcom art thou. {268 Jesus Gramercy, syrs, of youre good wyll! {269 No longer lyst I byde with you, {270 My freyndys thoght I shall fulfyll, {271 And to thare bydyng baynly bow. {272 Mary ffull well is me this tyde, {273 Now may we make good chere. {274 Joseph No longer wyll we byde; {275 ffar well all folk in fere. {276 John the Baptist John the Baptist God, that mayde both more and les, {1 Heuen and erth, at his awne wyll, {2 And merkyd man to his lyknes, {3 As thyng that wold his lyst ffulfyll, {4 Apon the erth he send lightnes, {5 Both son and moyne lymett thertyll, {6 He saue you all from synfulnes, {7 And kepe you clene, both lowd and styll. {8 Emang prophetys then am I oone {9 That god has send to teche his law, {10 And man to amend, that wrang has gone, {11 Both with exampyll and with saw. {12 My name, for sothe, is baptyst Iohn, {13 My fader zacary ye knaw, {14 That was dombe and mayde great mone, {15 Before my byrth, and stode in awe. {16 Elezabeth my moder was, {17 Awntt vnto mary, madyn mylde; {18 And as the son shynys thorow the glas, {19 Certys, in hir wombe so dyd hir chyld. {20 Yit the Iues inqueryd me has {21 If I be cryst; thay are begyld, {22 For ihesus shal amend mans trespas, {23 That with freylte of fylthe is fylyd. {24 I am send bot messyngere {25 ffrom hym that alkyn mys may mend; {26 I go before, bodword to bere, {27 And as forgangere am I send, {28 his wayes to wyse, his lawes to lere, {29 Both man and wyfe that has offende. {30 ffull mekyll barett mon he bere, {31 Or tyme he haue broght all tyll ende, {32 Thise Iues shall hyng hym on a roode, {33 Man's saull to hym it is so leyfe, {34 And therapon shall shede his bloode, {35 As he were tratoure or a thefe, {36 Not for his gylt bot for oure goode, {37 Because that we ar in myschefe; {38 Thus shall he dy, that frely foode, {39 And ryse agane tyll oure relefe. {40 In water clere then baptyse I {41 The pepyll that ar in this coste; {42 Bot he shall do more myghtely, {43 And baptyse in the holy goost; {44 And with the bloode of his body {45 wesh oure synnes both leste and moost, {46 Therfor, me thynk, both ye and I {47 Agans the feynde ar well endoost. {48 I am not worthy for to lawse {49 The leste thwong that longys to his shoyne; {50 Bot god almyghty, that all knawes, {51 In erth thi will it must be done. {52 I thank the, lord, that thi sede sawes {53 Emong mankynde to groyf so sone, {54 And euery day that on erth dawes {55 ffeydys vs with foode both euen and none. {56 we ar, lord, bondon vnto the, {57 To luf the here both day and nyght, {58 ffor thou has send thi son so fre {59 To saue mans saull that dede was dight {60 Thrugh adam syn and eue foly, {61 That synnyd thrugh the feyndis myght; {62 Bot, lord, on man thou has pyte, {63 And beyld thi barnes in heuen so bright. {64 Primus Angelus harkyn to me, thou Iohn baptyst! {65 The ffader of heuen he gretys the weyll, {66 ffor he has fon the true and tryst, {67 And dos thi dever euery deyll; {68 wyt thou well his will thus ist, {69 Syn thou art stabyll as any steyll, {70 That thou shall baptyse ihesu cryst {71 In flume Iordan, mans care to beyll {72 John the Baptist A, dere god! what may this be? {73 I hard a steuen, bot noght I saw. {74 Primus Angelus Iohn, it is I that spake to the; {75 To do this dede haue thou none aw. {76 John the Baptist Shuld I abyde to he com to me? {77 That that shall neuer be, I traw; {78 I shall go meyt that lord so fre, {79 As far as I may se or knaw. {80 Secundus Angelus Nay, Iohn, that is not well syttand; {81 his fader will thou must nedys wyrk. {82 Primus Angelus Iohn, be thou here abydand, {83 Bot when he commys be then not yrk. {84 John the Baptist By this I may well vnderstand {85 That childer shuld be broght to kyrk, {86 ffor to be baptysyd in euery land; {87 To me this law yit is it myrk. {88 Secundus Angelus Iohn, this place it is pleassyng, {89 And it is callyd flume Iordan; {90 here is no kyrk, ne no bygyng, {91 Bot where the fader wyll ordan, {92 It is godys wyll and his bydyng. {93 John the Baptist By this, for sothe, well thynk me than {94 his warke to be at his lykyng, {95 And ilk folk pleasse hym that thay can. {96 Sen I must nedys his lyst fulfyll {97 he shall be welcom vnto me; {98 I yeld, me holy to his will, {99 where so euer I abyde or be. {100 I am his seruande, lowd and styll, {101 And messyngere vnto that fre; {102 whethere that he will saue or spyll {103 I shall not gruch in no degre. {104 Jesus Iohn, godys seruand and prophete, {105 My fader, that is vnto the dere, {106 has send me to the, well thou wytt, {107 To be baptysyd in water clere; {108 ffor reprefe vnto mans rytt {109 The law I will fulfyll right here; {110 My fader ordynance thus is it, {111 And thus my wyll is that it were. {112 I com to the, baptym to take, {113 To whome my fader has me sent, {114 with oyle and creme that thou shal make {115 vnto that worthi sacrament. {116 And therfor, Iohn, it not forsake, {117 Bot com to me in this present, {118 ffor now will I no farther rake {119 Or I haue done his commaundement. {120 John the Baptist A, lord! I loue the for thi commyng! {121 I am redy to do his will, {122 In word, in wark, in all kyn thyng, {123 what soeuer he sendys me tyll; {124 This bewteose lord to bryng to me, {125 his awne seruande, this is no skyll, {126 A knyght to baptyse his lord kyng, {127 My pauste may it not fulfyll. {128 And if I were worthy {129 ffor to fulfyll this sacrament, {130 I haue no connyng securly, {131 To do it after thyn intent; {132 And therfor, lord, I ask mercy; {133 hald, me excusyd as I haue ment; {134 I dar not towche thi blyssyd body, {135 My hart will neuer to it assent. {136 Jesus Of thi connyng, John, drede the noght; {137 My fader his self he will the teche; {138 he that all this warld, has wroght, {139 he send the playnly forto preche; {140 he knawys mans hart, his dede, his thoght; {141 he wotys how far mans myght may reche, {142 Therfor hedir haue I soght; {143 My fader lyst may none appeche. {144 Behold, he sendys his angels two, {145 In tokyn I am both god and man; {146 Thou gyf me baptym or I go, {147 And dyp me in this flume Iordan. {148 Sen he wyll thus, I wold wytt who {149 Durst hym agan stand? Iohn, com on than, {150 And baptyse me for freynde or fo, {151 And do it, Iohn, right as thou can. {152 Primus Angelus Iohn, be thou buxom and right bayn, {153 And be not gruchand in no thyng; {154 Me thynk thou aght to be ful fayn {155 ffor to fulfyll my lordis bydyng {156 Erly and late, with moyde and mayn, {157 Therfor to the this word I bryng, {158 My lord has gyffen the powere playn, {159 And drede the noght of thi conyng. {160 Secundus Angelus he sendys the here his awne dere chylde, {161 Thou welcom hym and make hym chere, {162 Born of a madyn meke and mylde, {163 That frely foode is made thi fere; {164 with syn his moder was neuer fylde, {165 Ther was neuer man neghyd hyr nere, {166 In word ne wark she was neuer wylde, {167 Therfor hir son thou baptyse here. {168 Primus Angelus And, securly, I will thou knaw {169 whi that he commys thus vnto the; {170 he commys to fulfyll the law, {171 As pereles prynce most of pauste; {172 And therfor, Iohn, do as thou awe, {173 And gruch thou neuer in this degre {174 To baptyse hym that thou here saw, {175 ffor wyt thou well this same is he. {176 John the Baptist I am not worthy to do this dede; {177 Neuer the les I will be godys seruande; {178 Bot yit, dere lord, sen I must nede, {179 I will do as thou has commaunde. {180 I tremyll and I whake for drede! {181 I dar not towche the with my hande, {182 Bot, certys, I will not lose my mede; {183 Abyde, my lord, and by me stande. {184 I baptyse the, Ihesu, in hy, {185 In the name of thi fader fre, {186 In nomine patris & filii, {187 Sen he will that it so be, {188 Et spiritûs altissimi, {189 And of the holy goost on he; {190 I aske the, lord, of thi mercy, {191 here after that thou wold blys me. {192 here I the anoynt also {193 with oyle and creme, in this intent, {194 That men may wit, where so thay go, {195 This is a worthy sacrament. {196 Ther ar sex othere and no mo, {197 The which thi self to erthe has sent, {198 And in true tokyn, oone of tho, {199 The fyrst on the now is it spent. {200 Thou wysh me, lord, if I do wrang; {201 My will it were forto do weyll; {202 I am ful ferd yit ay emang, {203 If I dyd right I shuld done knele. {204 Thou blys me, lord, hence or thou gang, {205 So that I may thi frenship fele; {206 I haue desyryd this sight ful lang, {207 ffor to dy now rek I no dele. {208 Jesus This beest, Iohn, thou bere with the, {209 It is a beest full blyst; {210 Iohn, it is the lamb of me, {211 Beest none othere ist; {212 It may were the from aduersyte, {213 And so looke that thou tryst; {214 By this beest knowen shall thou be, {215 That thou art Iohn baptyst. {216 John the Baptist ffor I haue sene the lamb of god {217 which weshys away syn of this warld, {218 And towchid hym, for euen or od, {219 My hart therto was ay ful hard. {220 ffor that it shuld be better trowed, {221 An angell had me nerehand mard, {222 Bot he that rewlys all with his rod {223 he blys me when I draw homward. {224 Jesus I graunt the, Iohn, for thi trauale, {225 Ay lastand ioy in blys to byde; {226 And to all those that trowys this tayll, {227 And saw me not yit gloryfyde. {228 I shalbe boytt of all thare bayll, {229 And send them socoure on euery syde; {230 My fader and I may thaym auayll, {231 Man or woman that leyffys thare pryde. {232 Bot, Iohn, weynd thou furth and preche {233 Agans the folk that doth amys; {234 And to the pepyll the trowthe thou teche; {235 To rightwys way look thou tham avys, {236 And as far as thi wyt may reche {237 Byd thaym be bowne to byde my blys; {238 ffor at the day of dome I shall thaym peche {239 That herys not the nor trowys not this. {240 Byd thaym leyfe syn, for I it hate; {241 ffor it I mon dy on a tre, {242 By prophecy ffull well I wate; {243 My moder certys that sight mon se, {244 That sorowfull sight shall make hir maytt, {245 ffor I was born of hir body. {246 ffarwell Iohn, I go my gaytt; {247 I blys the with the trynyte! {248 John the Baptist Almyghty god in persons thre, {249 All in oone substance ay ingroost, {250 I thank the, lord in mageste, {251 ffader and son and holy goost! {252 Thou send thi son from heuen so he, {253 To mary mylde, into this cooste, {254 And now thou sendys hym vnto me, {255 ffor to be baptysid in this oost. {256 ffarwell! the frelyst that euer was fed! {257 ffarwell! floure more fresh then foure de lyce! {258 ffarwell! stersman to theym that ar sted {259 In stormes, or in desese lyse! {260 Thi moder was madyn and wed; {261 ffarwell! pereles, most of pryce! {262 ffarwell! the luflyst that euer was bred! {263 Thi moder is of hell emprise. {264 ffarwell! blissid both bloode and bone! {265 ffarwell! the semelyst that euer was seyn! {266 To the, ihesu, I make my mone; {267 ffarwell! comly, of cors so cleyn! {268 ffarwel! gracyouse gome! where so thou gone, {269 ffull mekill grace is to the geyn; {270 Thou leyne vs lyffyng on thi lone, {271 Thou may vs mende more then we weyn. {272 I wyll go preche both to more and les, {273 As I am chargyd securly; {274 Syrs, forsake youre wykydnes, {275 Pryde, envy, slowth, wrath, and lechery. {276 here gods seruice, more & lesse; {277 Pleas god with prayng, thus red I; {278 Be war when deth comys with dystres, {279 So that ye dy not sodanly. {280 Deth sparis none that lyf has borne, {281 Therfor thynk on what I you say; {282 Beseche youre god both euen and morne {283 you for to saue from syn that day. {284 Thynk how in baptym ye ar sworne {285 To be godis seruandis, withoutten nay; {286 let neuer his luf from you be lorne, {287 God bryng you to his blys for ay. Amen. {288 The Conspiracy Pilate Peas, carles, I commaunde / vnconand I call you; {1 I say stynt and stande / or foull myght befall you. {2 ffro this burnyshyd brande / now when I behald, you, {3 I red ye be shunand / or els the dwill skald you, {4 At onys. {5 I am kyd, as men knawes, {6 leyf leder of lawes; {7 Seniours, seke to my sawes, {8 ffor bryssyng of youre bonys. {9 ye wote not wel, I weyn / what wat is commen to the towne, {10 So comly cled and cleyn / a rewler of great renowne; {11 In sight if I were seyn / the granser of great mahowne, {12 My name pylate has beyn / was neuer kyng with crowne {13 More wor[thy]; {14 My wysdom and my wytt, {15 In sete here as I sytt, {16 was neuer more lyke it, {17 My dedys thus to dyscry. {18 ffor I am he that may / make or mar a man; {19 My self if I it say / as men of cowrte now can; {20 Supporte a man to day / to-morn agans hym than, {21 On both parties thus I play / And fenys me to ordan {22 The right; {23 Bot all fals indytars, {24 Quest mangers and Iurers, {25 And all thise fals out rydars, {26 Ar welcom to my sight. {27 More nede had I neuer / of sich seruand now, I say you, {28 So can I well consider / the trowth I most displeas you, {29 And therfor com I hedyr / of peas therfor I pray you; {30 Ther is a lurdan ledyr / I wold not shuld dysmay you, {31 A bowtt; {32 A prophete is he prasyd, {33 And great vnright has rasyd, {34 Bot, be my banys her blasid, {35 his deth is dight no dowtt. {36 he prechys the pepyll here / that fature fals ihesus, {37 That if he lyf a yere / dystroy oure law must vs; {38 And yit I stand in fere / so wyde he wyrkys vertus, {39 No fawt can on hym bere / no lyfand leyde tyll us; {40 Bot sleyghtys {41 Agans hym shall be soght, {42 that all this wo has wroght; {43 Bot on his bonys it shall be boght, {44 So shall I venge oure rightys. {45 That fatoure says that thre / shuld euer dwell in oone godhede, {46 That euer was and shall be / Sothfast in made hede; {47 he says of a madyn born was he / that neuer toke mans sede, {48 And that his self shall dy on tre / and mans sawll out of preson lede; {49 let hym alone, {50 If this be true in deyd, {51 his shech shall spryng and sprede, {52 And ouer com euer ylkone. {53 Cayphas Syr pilate, prynce of mekyll price, {54 that preuyd is withoutten pere, {55 And lordyngys that oure laws in lyse, {56 on oure law now must vs lere, {57 And of oure warkys we must be wyse, {58 or els is all oure welthe in were, {59 Therfor say sadly youre auyse, {60 of hedus harmes that we haue here, {61 Towchyng that tratoure strang, {62 that makys this beleyf, {63 ffor if he may thus furth gang, {64 It will ouer greatly grefe. {65 Annas Sir, oure folk ar so afrayd, {66 thrugh lesyns he losys oure lay; {67 Som remedy must be rayd, {68 so that he weynd, not thus away. {69 Pilate Now certan, syrs, this was well sayd, {70 and I assent, right as ye say, {71 Som preuay poynt to be puruayd {72 To mar his myght if [that] we may; {73 And therfor, sirs, in this present, {74 What poynt so were to prase, {75 let all be at assent, {76 let se what ilk man says. {77 Cayphas Sir, I haue sayde you here beforne {78 his soteltyes and, grefys to sare; {79 he turnes oure folk both euen & morne, {80 and ay makys mastres mare & mare. {81 Annas Sir, if he skape it were great skorne; {82 to spyll hym tytt we will not spare, {83 ffor if oure lawes were thus-gatys lorne, {84 men wold say it were lake of lare. {85 Pilate ffor certan, syrs, ye say right weyll {86 ffor to wyrk witterly; {87 Bot yit som fawt must we feyll, {88 wherfor that he shuld dy; {89 And therfor, sirs, let se youre saw, {90 ffor what thyng we shuld hym slo. {91 Cayphas Sir, I can rekyn you on a raw {92 a thowsand wonders, and well moo, {93 Of crokyd men, that we well knaw, {94 how graythly that he gars them go, {95 And euer he legys agans oure law, {96 tempys oure folk and turnys vs fro. {97 Annas lord, dom and defe in oure present {98 delyuers he, by downe & dayll; {99 what hurtys or ha[r]mes thay hent, {100 ffull hastely he makys theym hayll. {101 And for sich warkys as he is went {102 of ilk welth he may avayll, {103 And vnto vs he takys no tent, {104 bot ilk man trowes vnto his tayll. {105 Pilate yei, dewill! and dos he thus {106 as ye well bere wytnes? {107 sich fawte fall to vs, {108 be oure dom, for to redres. {109 Cayphas And also, sir, I haue hard say, {110 an other noy that neghys vs nere, {111 he will not kepe oure sabate day, {112 that holy shuld be haldyn here; {113 Bot forbedys far and nere {114 to wyrk at oure bydyng. {115 Pilate Now, by mahowns bloode so dere, {116 he shall aby this bowrdyng! {117 what dewill will he be there? {118 this hold I great hethyng. {119 Annas Nay, nay, well more is ther; {120 he callys hym self heuens kyng, {121 And says that he is so myghty {122 all rightwytnes to rewll and red. {123 Pilate By mahowns blood, that shall he aby {124 with bytter baylls or I ett bred! {125 Primus Miles lord, the loth lazare of betany {126 that lay stynkand in a sted, {127 vp he rasyd bodely {128 the fourt day after he was ded. {129 Secundus Miles And for that he hym rasyd, {130 that had lyne dede so long a space, {131 The people hym full mekyll prasyd, {132 ouer all in euery place. {133 Annas Emangys the folke has he the name {134 that he is godys son, and, none els, {135 And his self says the same {136 that his fader in heuen dwelles; {137 That he shall rewll both wyld, and tame; {138 of all sich maters thus he mels. {139 Pilate This is the dwylls payn! {140 who trowys sich talys as he tels? {141 Cayphas yis, lord, haue here my hand, {142 and ilk man beyldys hym as his brother; {143 Sich whaynt cantelys he can, {144 lord, ye knew neuer sich an othere. {145 Pilate why, and wotys he not that I haue {146 bold men to be his bayn? {147 I commaunde both knyght and knaue {148 sesse not to that lad be slayn. {149 Primus Miles Sir pylate, mefe you now no mare, {150 bot mese youre hart and mend youre mode; {151 ffor bot if that losell lere oure lare {152 and leyf his gawdys, he were as goode; {153 ffor in oure tempyll we will not spare {154 to take that losell, if he were woode. {155 Pilate In oure tempyll? the dwill! what dyd he thare? {156 that shall he by, by mahouns blode! {157 Secundus Miles lord, we wist not youre wyll; {158 with wrang ye vs wyte; {159 had ye so told vs tyll, {160 we shuld haue takyn hym tyte. {161 Pilate The dwill, he hang you high to dry! {162 whi, wold ye lese oure lay? {163 Go bryng hym heder hastely, {164 so that he weynd not thus away. {165 Cayphas Sir pilate, be not to hasty, {166 bot suffer ouer oure sabote day; {167 In the mene tyme to spyr and spy {168 mo of his meruels, if men may. {169 Annas yei, sir, and when this feste is went, {170 then shall his craftys be kyd. {171 Pilate Certys, syrs, and I assent {172 ffor to abyde then, as ye byd. {173 Judas Masters, myrth be you emang, {174 and mensk be to this meneye! {175 Cayphas Go! othere gatys thou has to gang {176 with sorow; who send after the? {177 Judas Syrs, if I haue done any wrang, {178 at youre awne bydyng will I be. {179 Pilate Go hence, harlot, hy mot thou hang! {180 where in the dwill hand had we the? {181 Judas Goode sir, take it to no grefe; {182 for my menyng it may avayll. {183 Annas we, lad, thou shuld ask lefe {184 to com in sich counsayll. {185 Judas Sir, all youre counsell well I ken; {186 ye mene my master for to take. {187 Annas A ha! here is oone of his men {188 that thus vnwynly gars vs wake. {189 Pilate la hand on hym, and hurl hym then {190 emangys you, for his master sake; {191 ffor we haue maters mo then ten, {192 that well more myster were to make. {193 Cayphas Set on hym buffettys sad, {194 Sen he sich mastrys mase, {195 And teche ye sich a lad {196 to profer hym in sich a place. {197 Judas Sir, my profer may both pleas and pay {198 to all the lordys in this present. {199 Pilate we! go hens in twenty dwill way! {200 we haue no tome the for to tent. {201 Judas yis, the profete that has lost youre lay {202 by wonder warkys, as he is went, {203 If ye will sheynd hym as ye say, {204 to sell hym you I wyll assent. {205 Pilate A, sir, hark! what says thou? {206 let se, and shew thi skyll. {207 Judas Sir, a bargan bede I you, {208 by it if ye will. {209 Annas what is thi name? do tell in hy, {210 if we may wit if thou do wrang. {211 Judas Iudas scarioth, so hight I, {212 that with the profet has dwellyd lang. {213 Pilate Sir, thou art welcom witterly! {214 say what thou will vs here emang. {215 Judas Not els bot if ye will hym by; {216 do say me sadly or I gang. {217 Cayphas yis, freynd, in fathe will we {218 noght els; bot hartely say {219 how that bargan may be, {220 and we shall make the pay. {221 Annas Iudas, forto hold the hayll, {222 And for to fell all fowll defame, {223 looke that thou may avow thi sayll; {224 then may thou be withoutten blame. {225 Judas Sir, of my teyn gyf ye neuer tayll, {226 so that ye haue hym here at hame; {227 his bowrdyng has me broght in bayll, {228 and certys his self shall haue the same. {229 Cayphas Sir pylate, tentys here tyll, {230 and lightly leyf it noght, {231 Then may ye do youre wyll {232 of hym that ye haue boght. {233 Annas yei, and then may we be bold {234 fro all the folk to hald hym fre; {235 And hald hym hard with vs in hold, {236 right as oone of youre meneye. {237 Pilate Now, Iudas, sen he shalbe sold, {238 how lowfes thou hym? belyfe let se. {239 Judas ffor thretty pennys truly told, {240 or els may not that bargan be; {241 So mych gart he me lose, {242 malycyusly and yll; {243 Therfor ye shall haue chose, {244 to by or let be styll. {245 Annas Gart he the lose? I pray the, why? {246 tell vs now pertly or thou pas. {247 Judas I shall you say, and that in hy, {248 euery word right as it was. {249 In symon house with hym sat I {250 with othere meneyoe that he has; {251 A woman cam to company, {252 callyng hym "lord"; saying, "alas!" {253 ffor synnes that she had wroght {254 she wepyd sore always; {255 And an oyntment she broght, {256 that precyus was to prayse. {257 She weshyd hym with hir terys weytt, {258 and sen dryed hym with hir hare; {259 This fare oyntment, hir bale to beytt, {260 apon his hede she put it thare, {261 That it ran all abowte his feytt; {262 I thoght it was a ferly fare, {263 The house was full of odowre sweytt; {264 then to speke myght I not spare, {265 ffor certys, I had not seyn {266 none oyntment half so fyne; {267 Ther-at my hart had teyn, {268 sich tresoure for to tyne. {269 I sayd it was worthy to sell {270 thre hundreth pens in oure present, {271 ffor to parte poore men emell; {272 bot will ye se wherby I ment? {273 The tent parte, truly to tell, {274 to take to me was myne intent; {275 ffor of the tresure that to vs fell, {276 the tent parte euer with me went; {277 And if thre hundreth be right told, {278 the tent parte is euen thryrty; {279 Right so he shalbe sold, {280 say if ye will hym by. {281 Pilate Now for certan, sir, thou says right wele, {282 sen he wate the with sich a wrast, {283 ffor to shape hym som vncele, {284 and for his bost be not abast. {285 Annas Sir, all thyn askyng euery dele {286 here shall thou hafe, therof be trast; {287 Bot looke that we no falshede fele. {288 Judas sir, with a profe may ye frast; {289 All that I haue here hight {290 I shall fulfill in dede, {291 And well more at my myght, {292 In tyme when I se nede. {293 Pilate Iudas, this spekyng must be spar, {294 and neuen it neuer, nyght ne day; {295 let no man wyt where that we war, {296 for ferdnes of a fowll enfray. {297 Cayphas Sir, therof let vs moyte no mare; {298 we hold vs payde, take ther thi pay. {299 Judas This gart he me lose lang are; {300 now ar we euen for onys and ay. {301 Annas This forwarde will not fayll, {302 therof we may be glad; {303 Now were the best counsayll, {304 in hast that we hym had. {305 Pilate we shall hym haue, and that in hy, {306 ffull hastely here in this hall. {307 Sir knyghtys, that ar of dede dughty, {308 stynt neuer in stede ne stall, {309 Bot looke ye bryng hym hastely, {310 that fatur fals, what so befall. {311 Primus Miles Sir, be not abast therby, {312 ffor as ye byd wyrk we shall. {313 John Sir, where will ye youre pask ette? {314 Say vs, let vs dight youre mete. {315 Jesus Go furth, Iohn and peter, to yond cyte; {316 when ye com ther, ye shall then se {317 In the strete, as tyte, a man {318 beryng water in a can; {319 The house that he gose to grith, {320 ye shall folow and go hym with; {321 The lord of that house ye shall fynde, {322 A sympyll man of cely kynde; {323 To hym ye shall speke, and say {324 That I com here by the way; {325 Say I pray hym, if his will be, {326 A lytyll whyle to ese me, {327 That I an my dyscypyls all {328 myght rest a whyle in his hall, {329 That we may ete oure paske thore. {330 Peter lord, we shall hy vs before, {331 To that we com to that cyte; {332 youre paske shall ordand be. {333 Sir, oure master the prophett {334 commys behynde in the strete; {335 And of a chamber he you prays, {336 To ete and drynk ther-in with easse. {337 .Pater Familias Sirs, he is welcom vnto me, {338 and so is all his company; {339 with all my hart and all my will {340 is he welcom me vntyll. {341 lo, here a chambre fast by, {342 Ther-in to make youre mangery, {343 I shal warand fare strewed; {344 it shuld, not els to you be shewed. {345 John Sir, youre mett is redy bowne, {346 will ye wesh and syt downe? {347 Jesus yei, gyf vs water tyll oure hande, {348 take we the grace that god has send; {349 Commys furth, both oone and othere; {350 If I be master I will be brothere. {351 Iudas, what menys thou? {352 Judas No thyng, lord, bot ett with you. {353 Jesus Ett on, brether, hardely, {354 for oone of you shall [me] betray. {355 Peter lord, who euer that be may, {356 lord, I shall neuer the betray; {357 Dere master, is it oght I? {358 Jesus Nay thou, peter, certanly. {359 John Master, is oght I he then? {360 Jesus Nay, for trowth, Iohn, I the ken. {361 Annas Master, am oght [I] that shrew? {362 Jesus Nay, for sothe, thou andrew. {363 Simeon Master, then is oght I? {364 Jesus Nay, thou Simon, securly. {365 Philip Is it oght I that shuld do that dede? {366 Jesus Nay, philyp, withoutten drede. {367 Thadeus was it oght I that hight thadee? {368 Jacobus Or we two Iamys? {369 Jesus Nay none of you is he; Bot he that ett with me in dysh, {370 he shall my body betray, Iwys. {371 Judas what then, wene ye that I it am? {372 Jesus Thou says sothe, thou berys the blame; {373 Ichon of you shall this nyght {374 ffor sake me, and fayn he myght. {375 John Nay certys, god forbeyd {376 that euer shuld we do that deyd! {377 Peter If all, master, forsake the, {378 shall I neuer fro the fle. {379 Jesus Peter, thou shall thryse apon a thraw {380 fforsake me, or the cok craw. {381 Take vp this clothe and let vs go, {382 ffor we haue othere thyngys at do. {383 Sit all downe, and here and sees, {384 ffor I shall wesh youre feet on knees. {385 Peter lord, shuld thou wesh feytt myne? {386 thou art my lord, and I thy hyne. {387 Jesus why I do it thou wote not yit, {388 peter, herafter shall thou wytt. {389 Peter Nay, master, I the heytt, {390 thou shall neuer wesh my feytt. {391 Jesus Bot I the wesh, thou mon mys {392 parte with me in heuens blys. {393 Peter Nay, lord, or I that forgo, {394 wesh heede, handys, and feytt also. {395 Jesus ye ar clene, bot not all; {396 that shall be sene when tyme shall fall; {397 who shall be weshyn as I weyn, {398 he thar not wesh his feytt clene; {399 And for sothe clene ar ye, {400 bot not all as ye shuld, be. {401 I shall you say take good hede {402 whi that I haue done the dede; {403 ye call me master and lord, by name; {404 ye say full well, for so I am; {405 Sen I, both lord and master, to you wold knele {406 to wesh youre fete, so must ye wele. {407 Now wote ye what I haue done; {408 Ensampyll haue I gyffen you to; {409 loke ye do so eft sone; {410 Ichon of you wesh othere fete, lo! {411 ffor he that seruand is, {412 for sothe, as I say you, {413 Not more then his lord, he is, {414 to whome he seruyce owe. {415 Or that this nyght be gone, {416 Alone will ye leyf me; {417 ffor in this nyght ilkon {418 ye shall fro me fle; {419 ffor when the hyrd is smeten, {420 the shepe shall fle away, {421 Be skaterd wyde and byten; {422 the prophetys thus can say. {423 Peter lord, if that I shuld dy, {424 fforsake the shall I noght. {425 Jesus ffor sothe, peter, I say to the, {426 In so great drede shall thou be broght, {427 That or the cok haue crowen twyse, {428 thou shall deny me tymes thre. {429 Peter That shall I neuer, lord, Iwys; {430 ere shall I with the de. {431 Jesus Now loke youre hartys be grefyd noght, {432 nawthere in drede ne in wo; {433 Bot trow in god, that you has wroght, {434 and in me trow ye also; {435 In my fader house, for sothe, {436 is many a wonnyng stede, {437 That men shall haue aftyr thare trowthe, {438 soyn after thay be dede. {439 And here may I no longer leynd, {440 bot I shall go before, {441 And yit if I before you weynd, {442 ffor you to ordan thore, {443 I shall com to you agane, {444 and take you to me, {445 That where so euer I am, {446 ye shall be with me. {447 And I am way, and sothe-fastnes, {448 and, lyfe that euer shalbe; {449 And to my fader commys none, Iwys, {450 bot oonly thorow me. {451 I will not leyf you all helples, {452 as men withoutten freynd, {453 As faderles and moderles, {454 thof all I fro you weynd; {455 I shall com eft to you agayn: {456 this warld, shall me not se, {457 Bot ye shall se me well certan, {458 and lyfand shall I be. {459 And ye shall lyf in heuen; {460 Then shall ye knaw, Iwys, {461 That I am in my fader euen, {462 and my fader in me is. {463 And I in you, and ye in me, {464 and ilka man therto, {465 My commaundement that kepys trule, {466 and after it will do. {467 Now haue ye hard what I haue sayde; {468 I go, and com agayn; {469 Therfor loke ye be payde, {470 and also glad and fayn; {471 ffor to my fader I weynd; {472 ffor more then I is he; {473 I let you wytt, as faythfull freynd, {474 or that it done be, {475 That ye may trow when it is done; {476 ffor certys, I may noght now {477 Many thyngys so soyn {478 at this tyme speake with you; {479 ffor the prynce of this warld is commyn, {480 and no powere has he in me, {481 Bot as that all the warld within {482 may both here and se, {483 That I owe luf my fader to, {484 Sen he me hyder sent, {485 And all thyngys I do {486 after his commaundement. {487 Ryse ye vp, ilkon, {488 and weynd we on oure way, {489 As fast as we may gone, {490 to olyuete, to pray. {491 Peter, Iamys, and thou Iohn, {492 ryse vp and folow me! {493 My tyme it commys anone; {494 Abyde styll here, ye thre. {495 Say youre prayers here by-neth, {496 that ye fall in no fowdyng; {497 My sawll is heuy agans the deth {498 and the sore pynyng. {499 ffader, let this great payn be styll, {500 And pas away fro me; {501 Bot not, fader, at my wyll, {502 bot thyn fulfyllyd be. {503 Symon, I say, slepys thou? {504 awake, I red you all! {505 The feynd ful fast salys you, {506 In wan-hope to gar you fall; {507 Bot I shall pray my fader so {508 that his myght shall not dere; {509 My goost is prest therto, {510 my flesh is seke for fere. {511 ffader, thi son I was, {512 of the I aske this boyn; {513 If This payn may not pas, {514 fader, thi will be doyn! {515 Ye slepe, brether, yit I see, {516 it is for sorow that ye do so; {517 Ye haue so long wepyd for me {518 that ye ar masyd and lappyd in wo. {519 Dere fader, thou here my wyll! {520 this passyon thou put fro me away; {521 And if I must nedys go ther-tyll, {522 I shall fulfill thi wyll to-day; {523 Therfor this bytter passyon {524 if I may not put by, {525 I am here redy at thi dom; {526 thou comforte me that am drery! {527 Trinityin My comforte, son, I shall the tell, {528 of thyngys that fell by reson; {529 As lucyfer, for syn that fell, {530 betrayd, eue with his fals treson, {531 Adam assent his wyfe vntyll; {532 the wekyd goost then askyd a bone {533 which has hurt mankynde full yll; {534 this was the wordys he askyd soyn: {535 All that euer of adam com {536 holly to hym to take, {537 with hym to dwell, withoutten dome, {538 In payn that neuer shall slake, {539 To that a chyld, myght be borne {540 of a madyn, and she wemles, {541 As cleyn as that she was beforne, {542 as puryd syluer or shynand glas; {543 To tyme that childe to deth were dight, {544 and rasyd hym self apon the thryd, day, {545 And stenen to heuen thrugh his awne myght. {546 who may do that bot god veray? {547 Sen thou art man, and nedys must dee, {548 and go to hell as othere done, {549 Bot that were wrong, withoutten lee, {550 that godys son there shuld won {551 In payn with his vnder-lowte; {552 wytt ye well withoutten weyn, {553 when oone is borod, all shall owtt, {554 and borod be from teyn. {555 Jesus Slepe ye now and take youre rest! {556 my tyme is nere command; {557 Awake a whyle, for he is next {558 that me shall gyf into synners hand. {559 Pilate Peas! I commaunde you, carles vnkynde, {560 to stand as styll as any stone! {561 In donyon depe he shalbe pynde, {562 that will not sesse his tong anone; {563 ffor I am gouernowre of the law; {564 my name it is pilate! {565 I may lightly gar hang you or draw, {566 I stand in sich astate, {567 To do what so I will. {568 and therfor peas I byd you all! {569 And looke ye hold you still, {570 and with no brodels brall, {571 Tyll we haue done oure dede; {572 who so makys nose or cry, {573 his nek I shall gar blede, {574 with this I bere in hy. {575 To this tratoure be take, {576 that wold dystroy oure lawe, {577 Iudas, thou may it not forsake, {578 take hede vnto my sawe. {579 Thynk what thou has doyn, {580 that has thi master sold, {581 Performe thi bargan soyn; {582 thou has thi money takyn and told. {583 Judas Ordan ye knyghtys to weynd with me, {584 Richly arayd, in rewyll and rowtt; {585 And all my couandys holden shall be, {586 So I haue felyship me abowte. {587 Pilate wherby, Iudas, shuld we hym knaw, {588 If we shall wysely wyrk, Iwys? {589 ffor som of vs hym neuer saw. {590 Judas lay hand on hym that I shall kys. {591 Pilate haue done, sir knyghtys, and kythe youre strengthe, {592 And wap you wightly in youre wede; {593 Seke ouer all, both brede and lengthe! {594 Spare ye not, spende and spede! {595 We haue soght hym les and more, {596 And falyd ther we haue farn; {597 Malcus, thou shall weynd before, {598 And bere with the a light lantarne. {599 Malchus Sir, this Iornay I vndertake {600 with all my myght and mayn. {601 If I shuld, for mahowns sake, {602 here in this place be slayn, {603 Crist that prophett for to take, {604 we may be all full fayn. {605 Oure weppyns redy loke ye make, {606 to bryng hym in mekyll grame {607 This nyght. {608 Go we now on oure way, {609 oure mastres for to may; {610 Oure lantarnes take with vs alsway, {611 And loke that thay be light! {612 Secundus Miles Sir pilate, prynce pereles in pall, {613 of all men most myghty merked on mold, {614 we ar euer more redy to com at thi call, {615 and bow to thi bydyng as bachlers shold. {616 Bot that prynce of the apostyls pupplyshed beforne, {617 Men call hym crist, comen of dauid kyn, {618 his lyfe full sone shalbe forlorne, {619 If we haue hap hym forto wyn. {620 haue done! {621 ffor, as euer ete I breede, {622 or I styr in this stede {623 I wold stryke of his hede; {624 lord, I aske that boyne. {625 Primus Miles That boyn, lord, thou vs bede, {626 and on hym wreke the sone we shall; {627 ffro we haue lade on hym good spede; {628 he shall no more hym godys son call. {629 we shall marke hym truly his mede; {630 by mahowne most, god of all, {631 Siche thre knyghtys had lytyll drede {632 To bynde the dwill that we on call, {633 In nede; {634 ffor if thay were a thowsand mo, {635 that prophete and his apostels also {636 with thise two handys for to slo, {637 had I lytyll drede. {638 Pilate Now curtes kasers of kamys kyn, {639 most gentyll of Iure to me that I fynde, {640 My comforth from care may ye sone wyn, {641 if ye happely may hent that vnheynde. {642 Bot go ye hens spedely and loke ye not spare; {643 My frenship, my fortherans, shall euer with you be; {644 And mahowne that is myghfull he menske you euermare! {645 Bryng you safe and sownde with that brodell to me! {646 In place {647 where so euer ye weynd, {648 ye knyghtys so heynde, {649 Sir lucyfer the feynde {650 he lede you the trace! {651 Jesus Ryse vp, peter, and go with me, {652 and folowe me withoutten stryfe; {653 Iudas wakys, and slepys not he; {654 he commys to betray me here belyfe. {655 wo be to hym that bryngys vp slaunder! {656 he were better his dethe to take; {657 Bot com furth, peter, and tary no langere: {658 lo, where thay com that will me take! {659 Judas Rest well, master, ihesus fre! {660 I pray the that thou wold kys me enys; {661 I am commen to socoure the; {662 thou art aspyed, what so it menys. {663 Jesus Iudas! whi makys thou sich a brayde? {664 trowys thou not I knowe thi will? {665 with kyssyng has thou me betrayd: {666 that shall thou rew som tyme ful yll. {667 whome seke ye, syrs, by name? {668 Secundus Miles we seke ihesu of nazarene. {669 Jesus I kepe not my name to layn; {670 lo, I am here, the same ye mene; {671 Bot whome seke ye with wepyns kene? {672 Primus Miles To say the sothe, and not to ly, {673 we seke ihesu of nazarene. {674 Jesus I told you ere that it was I. {675 Malchus Dar no man on hym lay hand? {676 I shall cach hym, if I may; {677 A flateryng foyll has thou bene lang, {678 bot now is commen thyn endyng day. {679 Peter I wold be dede within short space {680 or I shuld se this sight! {681 Go, pleyn the to sir cayphas, {682 and byd hym do the right! {683 Malchus Alas, the tyme that I was borne, {684 or today com in this stede! {685 My right ere I haue forlorne! {686 help, alas, I blede to dede! {687 Jesus Thou man, that menys thi hurt so sare, {688 com heder, let me thi wounde se; {689 Take me thi ere that he of share: {690 In nomine patris hole thou be! {691 Malchus Now am I hole as I was ere, {692 My hurt is neuer the wars; {693 Therfor, felows, drawe me nere! {694 the dwill hym spede that hym spars! {695 Jesus Therfor, peter, I say the this, {696 my will it is that all men witten: {697 Put vp thi swerde and do no mys, {698 for he that smytys, he shalbe smyten. {699 ye knyghtys that be commen now here, {700 thus assemblyd in a rowte, {701 As I were thefe, or thefys fere, {702 with wepyns com ye me abowte; {703 Me thynk, for sothe, ye do full yll {704 thus for to seke me in the nyght; {705 Bot what penance ye put me tyll, {706 ye let my felows go with gryth. {707 Secundus Miles Lede hym furth fast by the gate! {708 hangyd be he that sparis hym oght! {709 Primus Miles how thynk the, sir pilate, {710 bi this brodell that we haue broght? {711 Pilate Is he the same and the self, I say, {712 that has wroght vs this care? {713 It has bene told, sen many a day, {714 sayngys of hym full sare. {715 It was tyll vs greatt woghe, {716 ffrom dede to lyfe thou rasyd lazare; {717 Sen stalkyd stylly bi the see swoghe; {718 both domb and defe thou salfyd from sare. {719 Thou passys cesar bi dede, {720 or sir herode oure kyng. {721 Secundus Miles let deme hym fast to dede, {722 and let for no kyn thyng. {723 Primus Miles Sen he has forfett agans oure lawe, {724 let vs deme hym in this stede. {725 Pilate I will not assent vnto youre saw; {726 I can ordan well better red. {727 Malchus Better red? yei dwill! how so? {728 then were oure sorow lastand ay; {729 And he thus furth shuld go, {730 he wold dystroy oure lay. {731 wold ye all assent to me, {732 this bargan shuld be strykyn anone; {733 By nyghtertayll dede shuld he be, {734 and till oure awnter stand ilkon. {735 Pilate Peasse, harlottis, the dwill you spede! {736 wold ye thus preualy morder a man? {737 Malchus when euery man has red his red, {738 let se who better say can. {739 Pilate To cayphas hall loke fast ye wyrk, {740 And thider right ye shall hym lede; {741 he has the rewll of holy kyrk, {742 lett hym deme hym whyk or dede; {743 ffor he has wroght agans oure law, {744 ffor-thi most skyll can he ther on. {745 Secundus Miles Sir, we assent vnto youre saw; {746 Com furth, bewshere, and lett vs gone. {747 Malchus Step furth, in the wenyande! {748 wenys thou ay to stand styll? {749 Nay, luskand losell, lawes of the land {750 Shall fayll bot we haue oure will; {751 Out of my handis shall thou not pas {752 ffor all the craft thou can; {753 Till thou com to sir cayphas, {754 Saue the shall no man. {755 The Buffeting Primus Tortor Do Io furth, Io! / and trott on a pase! {1 To anna will we go / and sir cayphas; {2 witt thou well of thaym two / gettys thou no grace, {3 Bot euerlastyng wo / for trespas thou has {4 so mekill. {5 Thi mys is more {6 then euer gettys thou grace fore; {7 Thou has beyn ay-whore {8 ffull fals and full fekyll. {9 Secundus Tortor It is wonder to dre / thus to be gangyng; {10 we haue had for the / mekill hart stangyng; {11 Bot at last shall we be / out of hart langyng, {12 Be thou haue had two or three / hetys worth a hangyng; {13 No wonder! {14 Sich wyles can thou make. {15 gar the people farsake {16 Oure lawes, and thyne take; {17 thus art thou broght in blonder. {18 Primus Tortor Thou can not say agaynt / If thou be trew; {19 Som men holdys the sant / and that shall thou rew; {20 ffare wordys can thou paynt / and lege lawes new. {21 Secundus Tortor Now be ye ataynt / for we will persew {22 On this mater. {23 Many wordys has thou saide {24 Of which we ar not well payde; {25 As good that thou had {26 halden still thi clater. {27 Primus Tortor It is better syt still / then rise vp and fall; {28 Thou has long had thi will / and made many brall; {29 At the last wold, thou spill / and for-do vs all, {30 If we dyd neuer yll. / {31 Secundus Tortor I trow not, he shall Indure it; {32 ffor if other men ruse hym, {33 we shall accuse hym; {34 his self shall not excuse hym; {35 To you I insure it, {36 with no legeance. / {37 Primus Tortor fayn wold he wynk, Els falys his covntenance; / I say as I thynk. {38 Secundus Tortor he has done vs greuance / therfor shall he drynk; {39 haue he mekill myschaunsce / that has gart vs swynke {40 In walkyng, {41 That vnneth may I more. {42 Primus Tortor Peas, man, we ar thore! {43 I shall walk in before, {44 And tell of his talkyng. {45 haill, syrs, as ye sytt / so worthi in wonys! {46 whi spyrd ye not yit / how we haue farne this onys? {47 Secundus Tortor Sir, we wold fayn witt / all wery ar oure bonys; {48 we haue had a fytt / right yll for the nonys, {49 So tarid. {50 Cayphas Say, were ye oght adred? {51 were ye oght wrang led? {52 Or in any strate sted? {53 Syrs, who was myscaryd? {54 Anna Say, were ye oght in dowte / for fawte of light {55 As ye wached ther owte? / {56 Primus Tortor sir, as I am true knyght, Of my dame sen I sowked / had I neuer sich a nyght; {57 Myn een were not lowked / to-geder right {58 Sen morowe; {59 Bot yit I thynk it well sett, {60 Sen we with this tratoure met; {61 Sir, this is he that forfett {62 And done so mekill sorow. {63 Cayphas Can ye hym oght apeche? / had he any ferys? {64 Secundus Tortor he has bene for to preche / full many long yeris; {65 And the people he teche / a new law. {66 Primus Tortor syrs, heris! As far as his witt reche / many oone he lerys; {67 when we toke hym, {68 we faunde hym in a yerde; {69 Bot when I drew out my swerde, {70 his dyscypyls wex ferde, {71 And soyn thay forsoke hym. {72 Secundus Tortor Sir, I hard hym say he cowthe dystroew / oure tempyll so gay, {73 and sithen beld a new / on the thrid, day. {74 Cayphas how myght that be trew? / it toke more aray; {75 The masons I knewe / that hewed it, I say, {76 so wyse; {77 That hewed ilka stone. {78 Primus Tortor A, good sir, lett hym oone; {79 he lyes for the quetstone, {80 I gyf hym the pryce. {81 Secundus Tortor The halt rynes, the blynd sees / thrugh his fals wyles; {82 Thus he gettis many fees / of thym he begyles. {83 Primus Tortor he rases men that dees / thay seke hym be myles; {84 And euer thrugh his soceres / oure sabate day defyles {85 Euermore, sir. {86 Secundus Tortor This is his vse and his custom, {87 To heyll the defe and the dom, {88 where so euer he com; {89 I tell you before, sir. {90 Primus Tortor Men call hym / a prophete and godis son of heuen; {91 he wold fayn downe bryng / oure lawes bi his steuen. {92 Secundus Tortor yit is ther anothere thyng / that I hard hym neuen, {93 he settys not a fle wyng / bi sir cesar full euen; {94 he says thus; {95 Sir, this same is he {96 that excusyd with his sotelte {97 A woman in avowtre; {98 ffull well may ye trust vs. {99 Primus Tortor Sir lazare can he rase / that men may persaue, {100 when he had lyne fower dayes / ded in his graue; {101 All men hym prase / both master and knaue, {102 Such wychcraft he mase. / {103 Secundus Tortor If he abowte waue Any langere, {104 his warkys may we ban; {105 ffor he has turned many man {106 Sen the tyme he began, {107 And done vs great hangere. {108 Primus Tortor he will not leyfe yit / thof he be culpabyll; {109 Men call hym a prophete / a lord full renabyll. {110 Sir cayphas, bi my wytt / he shuld be dampnabill, {111 Bot wold ye two, as ye sytt / make it ferme and stabyll {112 To geder; {113 ffor ye two, as I traw, {114 May defende all oure law; {115 That mayde vs to you draw, {116 And bryng this losell heder. {117 Secundus Tortor Sir, I can tell you before / as myght I be maryd, {118 If he reyne any more / oure lawes ar myscaryd. {119 Primus Tortor Sir, opposed if he wore / he shuld be fon waryd; {120 That is well seyn thore / where he has long tarid {121 And walkyd. {122 he is sowre lottyn: {123 Ther is somwhat forgottyn; {124 I shall thryng out the rottyn, {125 Be we haue all talkyd. {126 Cayphas Now fare myght you fall / for youre talkyng! {127 ffor, certys, I my self shall / make examynyng. {128 harstow, harlott, of all? / of care may thou syng! {129 How durst thou the call / aythere emperoure or kyng? {130 I do fy the! {131 what the dwill doyst thou here? {132 Thi dedys will do the dere; {133 Com nar and rowne in myn eeyr, {134 Or I shall ascry the. {135 Illa-hayll was thou borne! / harke! says he oght agane? {136 Thou shall onys or to-morne / to speke be full fayne. {137 This is a great skorne / and a fals trane; {138 Now wols-hede and out-horne / on the be tane! {139 Vile fature! {140 Oone worde myght thou speke ethe, {141 yit myght it do the som letht, {142 Et omnis qui tacet {143 hic consentire videtur. {144 Speke on oone word / right in the dwyllys name! {145 where was thi syre at bord / when he met with thi dame? {146 what, nawder bowted ne spurd / and a lord of name! {147 Speke on in a torde / the dwill gif the shame, {148 Sir sybre! {149 Perde, if thou were a kyng, {150 yit myght thou be ridyng; {151 ffy on the, fundlyng! {152 Thou lyfys bot bi brybre. {153 Lad, I am a prelate / a lord in degre, {154 Syttys in myn astate / as thou may se, {155 knyghtys on me to wate / in dyuerse degre; {156 I myght thole the abate / and knele on thi kne {157 In my present; {158 As euer syng I mes, {159 whoso kepis the lawe, I gess, {160 he gettis more by purches {161 Then bi his fre rent. {162 The dwill gif the shame / that euer I knew the! {163 Nather blynde ne lame / will none persew the; {164 Therfor I shall the name / that euer shall rew the, {165 kyng copyn in oure game / thus shall I indew the, {166 ffor a fatur. {167 Say, dar thou not speke for ferde? {168 I shrew hym the lerd, {169 weme! the dwillys durt in thi berd, {170 vyle fals tratur! {171 Though thi lyppis be stokyn / yit myght thou say, mom; {172 Great wordis has thou spokyn / then was thou not dom. {173 Be it hole worde or brokyn / com, owt with som, {174 Els on the I shall be wrokyn / or thi ded com {175 All outt. {176 Aythere has thou no wytt, {177 Or els ar thyn ere dytt; {178 why bot herd thou not yit? {179 So, I cry and I showte. {180 Anna A, sir, be not yll payde / though he not answere; {181 he is inwardly flayde / not right in his gere. {182 Cayphas No, bot the wordis he has saide / doth my hart great dere. {183 Anna Sir, yit may ye be dayde. / {184 Cayphas nay, whils I lif nere. Anna Sir, amese you. {185 Cayphas Now fowll myght hym befall! {186 Anna Sir, ye ar vexed at all, {187 And perauentur he shall {188 here after pleas you; {189 we may bi oure law / examyn hym fyrst. {190 Cayphas Bot I gif hym a blaw / my hart will brist. {191 Anna Abyde to ye his purpose knaw. / {192 Cayphas nay, bot I shall out thrist Both his een on a raw. / {193 Anna sir, ye will not, I tryst, Be so vengeabyll; {194 Bot let me oppose hym. {195 Cayphas I pray you, and sloes hym. {196 Anna Sir, we may not lose hym {197 Bot we were dampnabill. {198 Cayphas he has adyld his ded / a kyng he hym calde; {199 war! let me gyrd of his hede! / {200 Anna I hope not ye wold; Bot sir do my red / youre worship to hald. {201 Cayphas Shall I neuer ete bred / to that he be stald {202 In the stokys. {203 Anna Sir, speke soft and styll, {204 let vs do as the law will. {205 Cayphas Nay, I myself shall hym kyll, {206 And murder with knokys. {207 Anna Sir, thynk ye that ye ar / a man of holy kyrk, {208 ye shuld be oure techer / mekenes to wyrk. {209 Cayphas yei, bot all is out of har / and that shall he yrk. {210 Anna All soft may men go far / oure lawes ar not myrk, {211 I weyn; {212 Youre wordys ar bustus, {213 Et hoc nos volumus {214 Quod de Iure possumus: {215 ye wote what I meyn; {216 It is best that we trete hym / with farenes. {217 Cayphas We, nay! Anna And so myght we gett hym / som word for to say. {218 Cayphas war! let me bett hym! / {219 Anna syr, do away! ffor if ye thus thrett hym / he spekys not this day. {220 Bot herys; {221 wold ye sesse and abyde, {222 I shuld take hym on syde {223 And inquere of his pryde, {224 how he oure folke lerys. {225 Cayphas he has reuyd ouer lang / with his fals lyys, {226 And done mekyll wrang / sir cesar he defyes; {227 Therfor shall I hym hang / or I vp ryse. {228 Anna Sir, the law will not he gang / on nokyn wyse {229 Vndemyd; {230 Bot fyrst wold I here {231 what he wold answere; {232 Bot he dyd any dere {233 why shuld he be flemyd? {234 And therfor examynyng / ffyrst will I make, {235 Sen that he callys hym a kyng. / {236 Cayphas bot he that forsake I shall gyf hym a wryng / that his nek shall crak. {237 Anna Syr, ye may not hym dyng / no word yit he spake, {238 That I wyst. {239 hark, felow, com nar! {240 wyll thou neuer be war? {241 I haue meruell thou dar {242 Thus do thyn awne lyst. {243 Bot I shall do as the law wyll / if the people ruse the; {244 Say, dyd thou oght this yll? / can thou oght excuse the? {245 why standys thou so styll / when men thus accuse the? {246 ffor to hyng on a hyll / hark how thay ruse the {247 To dam. {248 Say, art thou godys son of heuen, {249 As thou art wonte for to neuen? {250 Jesus So thou says by thy steuen, {251 And right so I am; {252 ffor after this shall thou se / when that [I] do com downe {253 In brightnes on he / in clowdys from abone. {254 Cayphas A, ill myght the feete be / that broght the to towne! {255 Thou art worthy to de! / say, thefe, where is thi crowne? {256 Anna Abyde, sir, {257 let vs lawfully redres. {258 Cayphas we nede no wytnes, {259 hys self says expres; {260 whi shuld I not chyde, sir? {261 Anna was ther neuer man so wyk / bot he myght amende. {262 when it com to the pryk / right as youre self kend. {263 Cayphas Nay, sir, bot I shall hym styk / euen with myn awne hend; {264 ffor if he reue and be whyk / we ar at an end, {265 All sam! {266 Therfor, whils I am in this brethe, {267 let me put hym to deth. {268 Anna Sed nobis non licet {269 Interficere quemquam. {270 Sir, ye wote better then I / we shuld slo no man. {271 Cayphas his dedys I defy / his warkys may we ban, {272 Therfor shall he by. / {273 Anna nay, on oder wyse than, And do it lawfully. / {274 Cayphas as how? Anna tel you I can. Cayphas let se. {275 Anna Sir take tent to my sawes; {276 Men of temporall lawes {277 Thay may deme sich cause, {278 And so may not we. {279 Cayphas My hart is full cold / nerehand that I swelt; {280 ffor talys that ar told / I bolne at my belt, {281 Vnethes may it hold / my body, an ye it felt; {282 yit wold I gif of my gold / yond tratoure to pelt {283 ffor euer. {284 Anna Good sir, do as ye hett me. {285 Cayphas whi shall he ouer-sett me? {286 Sir anna, if ye lett me {287 ye do not youre deuer. {288 Anna Sir, ye ar a prelate. / {289 Cayphas so may I well seme, My self if I say it. / {290 Anna be not to breme; Sich men of astate / shuld no men deme, {291 bot send them to pilate / the temporall law to yeme {292 has he; {293 he may best threte hym, {294 And all to rehete hym; {295 It is shame you to bete hym {296 Therfor, sir, let be. {297 Cayphas ffy on hym and war! / I am oute of my gate; {298 say why standys he so far. / {299 Anna sir, he cam bot late. Cayphas No, bot I haue knyghtys that dar / rap hym on the pate. {300 Anna ye ar bot to skar / good sir abate, {301 And here; {302 what nedys you to chyte? {303 what nedys you to flyte? {304 If ye yond man smyte, {305 ye ar irregulere. {306 Cayphas he that fyrst made me clerk / and taght me my lare, {307 On bookys for to barke / the dwill gyf hym care! {308 Anna A, good sir, hark! / sich wordys myght ye spare. {309 Cayphas Els myght I haue made vp wark / of yond, harlot and mare, {310 perde! {311 Bot certys, or he hens yode, {312 It wold do me som good {313 To se knyghtys knok his hoode {314 with knokys two or thre. {315 ffor sen he has trespast / and broken oure law, {316 let vs make hym agast / and set hym in awe. {317 Anna sir, as ye haue hast / it shalbe, I traw. {318 Com and make redy fast / ye knyghtys on a raw, {319 youre arament; {320 And that kyng to you take, {321 And with knokys make hym wake. {322 Cayphas yei, syrs, and for my sake {323 Gyf hym good payment. {324 ffor if I myght go with you / as I wold that I myght, {325 I shuld, make myn avowe / that ons or mydnyght {326 I shuld make his heede sow / wher that I hyt right. {327 Primus Tortor Sir, drede you not now / of this cursed wight {328 To day, {329 ffor we shall so rok hym, {330 and with buffettys knok hym. {331 Cayphas And I red that ye lok hym, {332 That he ryn not away, {333 ffor I red not we mete / if that lad skap. {334 Secundus Tortor Sir, on vs be it / bot we clowt well his kap. {335 Cayphas wold ye do as ye heytt / it were a fayr hap. {336 Primus Tortor Sir, see ye and sytt / how that we hym knap, {337 Oone ffeste; {338 Bot or we go to this thyng, {339 Sayn vs, lord, with thy ryng. {340 Cayphas Now he shall haue my blyssyng {341 That knokys hym the best. {342 Secundus Tortor Go we now to oure noyte / with this fond foyll. {343 Primus Tortor we shall teche hym, I wote / a new play of yoyll, {344 And hold hym full hote / frawrord, a stoyll {345 Go fetch vs! {346 Froward We, dote! / now els were it doyll And vnneth; {347 ffor the wo that he shall dre {348 let hym knele on his kne. {349 Secundus Tortor And so shall he for me; {350 Go fetche vs a light buffit. {351 Froward why must he sytt soft / with a mekill myschaunce, {352 That has tenyd vs thus oft? / {353 Primus Tortor sir, we do it for a skawnce; If he stode vp on loft / we must hop and dawnse {354 As cokys in a croft. / {355 Froward Now a veniance Com on hym! {356 Good skill can ye shew, {357 As fell I the dew; {358 haue this, bere it, shrew! {359 ffor soyn shall we fon hym. {360 Secundus Tortor Com, sir, and syt downe / must ye be prayde? {361 lyke a lord of renowne / youre sete is arayde. {362 Primus Tortor we shall preue on his crowne / the wordys he has sayde. {363 Secundus Tortor Ther is none in this towne / I trow, be ill payde {364 Of his sorow, {365 Bot the fader that hym gate. {366 Primus Tortor Now, for oght that I wate, {367 All his kyn commys to late {368 his body to borow. {369 Secundus Tortor I wold we were onwarde. / {370 Primus Tortor bot his een must be hyd. Secundus Tortor yei, bot thay be well spard / we lost that we dyd; {371 Step furth thou, froward! / {372 Froward what is now betyd? Primus Tortor Thou art euer away ward. / {373 Froward haue ye none to byd Bot me? {374 I may syng ylla-hayll. {375 Secundus Tortor Thou must get vs a vayll. {376 Froward ye ar euer in oone tayll. {377 Primus Tortor Now ill myght thou the! {378 well had thou thi name / for thou was euer curst. {379 Froward Sir, I myght say the same / to you if I durst; {380 yit my hyer may I clame / no penny I purst; {381 I haue had mekyll shame / hunger and thurst, {382 In youre seruyce. {383 Primus Tortor Not oone word so bold! {384 Froward why, it is trew that I told! {385 ffayn preue it I wold. {386 Secundus Tortor Thou shalbe cald to peruyce. {387 Froward here a vayll haue I fon / I trow it will last. {388 Primus Tortor Bryng it hyder, good son / that is it that I ast. {389 Froward how shuld, it be bon? / {390 Secundus Tortor abowte his heade cast. Primus Tortor yei, and when it is well won / knyt a knot fast {391 I red. {392 Froward Is it weyll? {393 Secundus Tortor yei, knaue. Froward what, weyn ye that I rafe? {394 Cryst curs myght he haue {395 That last bond his head! {396 Primus Tortor Now sen he is blynfold, / I fall to begyn, {397 And thus was I counseld / the mastry to wyn. {398 Secundus Tortor Nay, wrang has thou told / thus shuld, thou com in! {399 Froward I stode and beheld, / thou towchid, not the skyn, {400 Bot fowll. {401 Primus Tortor how will thou I do? {402 Secundus Tortor On this manere, lo! {403 Froward yei, that was well gone to, {404 Thar start vp a cowll. {405 Primus Tortor Thus shall we hym refe / all his fonde talys. {406 Secundus Tortor Ther is noght in thi nefe / or els thi hart falys. {407 Froward I can my hand vphefe / and knop out the skalys. {408 Primus Tortor Godys forbot ye lefe / bot set in youre nalys {409 On raw. {410 Sit vp and prophecy. {411 Froward Bot make vs no ly. {412 Secundus Tortor who smote the last? {413 Primus Tortor was it I? Froward he wote not, I traw. {414 Primus Tortor ffast to sir cayphas / go we togeder. {415 Secundus Tortor Ryse vp with ill grace / so com thou hyder. {416 Froward It semys by his pase / he groches to go thyder. {417 Primus Tortor we haue gyfen hym a glase / ye may consyder, {418 To kepe. {419 Secundus Tortor Sir, for his great boost, {420 with knokys he is indoost. {421 Froward In fayth, sir, we had almost {422 knokyd hym on slepe. {423 Cayphas Now sen he is well bett / weynd on youre gate, {424 And tell ye the forfett / vnto sir pylate; {425 ffor he is a Iuge sett / emang men of state, {426 And looke that ye not let. / {427 Primus Tortor Com furth, old crate, Be lyfe! {428 we shall lede the a trott. {429 Secundus Tortor lyft thy feet may thou not. {430 Froward Then nedys me do nott {431 Bot com after and dryfe. {432 Cayphas Alas, now take I hede! / {433 Anna why mowrne ye so? Cayphas ffor I am euer in drede / wandreth, and wo, {434 lest pylate for mede / let ihesus go; {435 Bot had I slayn hym indede / with thise handys two, {436 At onys, {437 All had bene qwytt than; {438 Bot gyftys marres many man. {439 Bot he deme the sothe than, {440 The dwill haue his bonys! {441 Sir anna, all I wyte you this blame / for had ye not beyn, {442 I had mayde hym full tame / yei, stykyd hym, I weyn, {443 To the hart full wan / with this dagger so keyn. {444 Anna Sir, you must shame / sich wordys for to meyn {445 Emang men. {446 Cayphas I will not dwell in this stede, {447 Bot spy how thay hym lede, {448 And persew on his dede. {449 ffare well! we gang, men. {450 The Scourging Pilate Peasse at my bydyng, ye wyghtys in wold! {1 Looke none be so hardy to speke a word bot I, {2 Or by mahowne most myghty, maker on mold, {3 With this brande that I bere ye shall bytterly aby. {4 Say, wote ye not that I am pylate, perles to behold,? {5 Most doughty in dedys of dukys of the Iury; {6 In bradyng of batels I am the most bold, {7 Therfor my name to you will I dyscry, {8 No mys. {9 I am full of sotelty, {10 ffalshed, gyll, and trechery; {11 Therfor am I namyd by clergy {12 As mali actoris. {13 ffor like as on both sydys the Iren the hamer makith playn, {14 So do I, that the law has here in my kepyng; {15 The right side to socoure, certys, I am full bayn, {16 If I may get therby a vantege or wynyng; {17 Then to the fals parte I turne me agayn, {18 ffor I se more Vayll will to me be risyng; {19 Thus euery man to drede me shalbe full fayn, {20 And all faynt of thare fayth to me be obeyng, {21 Truly. {22 All fals endytars, {23 Quest-gangars, and Iurars, {24 And thise out-rydars {25 Ar welcom to me. {26 Bot this prophete, that has prechyd and puplyshed so playn {27 Cristen law, crist thay call hym in oure cuntre; {28 Bot oure prynces full prowdly this nyght haue hym tayn, {29 ffull tytt to be dampned he shall be hurlyd byfore me; {30 I shall fownde to be his freynd vtward, in certayn, {31 And shew hym fare cowntenance and wordys of vanyte; {32 Bot or this day at nyght on crosse shall he be slayn, {33 Thus agans hym in my hart I bere great enmyte {34 ffull sore. {35 ye men that vse bak-bytyngys, {36 and rasars of slanderyngys, {37 ye ar my dere darlyngys, {38 And mahowns for euermore. {39 ffor no thyng in this warld dos me more grefe {40 Then for to here of crist and of his new lawes; {41 To trow that he is godys son my hart wold all to clefe, {42 Though he be neuer so trew both in dedys and in sawes {43 Therfor shall he suffre mekill myschefe, {44 And all the dyscypyls that vnto hym drawes; {45 ffor ouer all solace to me it is most lefe, {46 The shedyng of cristen bloode, and that all Iury knawes, {47 I say you. {48 My knyghtys full swythe {49 Thare strengthes will thay kyth, {50 And bryng hym be-lyfe; {51 lo, where thay com now! {52 Primus Tortor I haue ron that I swett / from sir herode oure kyng {53 With this man that will not lett / oure lawes to downe bryng; {54 he has done so mych forfett / of care may he syng; {55 Thrugh dom of sir pylate he gettys / an yll endyng {56 And sore; {57 The great warkys he has wroght {58 Shall serue hym of noght, {59 And bot thay be dere boght {60 lefe me no more. {61 Bot make rowme in this rese / I byd you, belyfe, {62 And of youre noys that ye sesse / both man and wyfe; {63 To sir pylate on dese / this man will we dryfe, {64 his dede for to dres / and refe hym his lyfe {65 This day; {66 Do draw hym forward! {67 whi stand ye so bakward? {68 Com on sir, hyderward, {69 As fast as ye may! {70 Secundus Tortor Do pull hym a-rase / whyls we be gangyng; {71 I shall spytt in his face / though it be fare shynyng; {72 Of vs thre gettys thou no grace / thi dedys ar so noyng, {73 Bot more sorow thou hase / oure myrth is incresyng, {74 No lak. {75 ffelows, all in hast, {76 with this band that will last {77 Let vs bynde fast {78 Both his handys on his bak. {79 Tercius Tortor I shall lede the a dawnce / Vnto sir pilate hall; {80 Thou betyd an yll chawnce / to com emangys vs all. {81 Sir pilate, with youre cheftance / to you we cry and call {82 That ye make som ordynance / with this brodell thrall, {83 By skyll; {84 This man that we led, {85 On crosse ye put to ded. {86 Pilate what! with outten any red? {87 That is not my wyll; {88 Bot ye, wysest of law / to me ye be tendand: {89 This man withoutten awe / which ye led in a band, {90 Nather in dede ne in saw / can I fynd with no wrang, {91 wherfor ye shuld, hym draw / or bere falsly on hand {92 With ill. {93 ye say he turnes oure pepyll, {94 ye call hym fals and fekyll; {95 warldys shame is on you mekyll {96 This man if ye spyll. {97 Of all thise causes ilkon / which ye put on hym, {98 Herode, truly as stone / coud fynd with nokyns gyn {99 Nothyng herapon / that pent to any syn; {100 why shuld I then so soyn / to ded here deme hym? {101 Therfor {102 This is my counsell, {103 I will not with hym mell; {104 let hym go where he wyll {105 ffor now and euermore. {106 Primus Consultus Sir, I say the oone thyng / without any mys, {107 he callys his self a kyng / ther he none is; {108 Thus he wold downe bryng / oure lawes, I-wys, {109 with his fals lesyng / and his quantys, {110 This tyde. {111 Pilate herk, felow, com nere! {112 Thou knowes I haue powere {113 To excuse or to dampne here, {114 In bayll to abyde. {115 Jesus Sich powere has thou noght / to wyrk thi will thus with me, {116 Bot from my fader that is broght / oone-fold god in persons thre. {117 Pilate Certys, it is fallen well in my thoght / at this tyme, as well wote ye, {118 A thefe that any felony has wroght / to lett hym skap or go fre {119 Away; {120 Therfor ye lett hym pas. {121 Primus Tortor Nay, nay, bot barabas! {122 And ihesus in this case {123 To deth ye dam this day. {124 Pilate Syrs, looke ye take good hede / his cloysse ye spoyll hym fro, {125 ye gar his body blede / and bett hym blak and bloo. {126 Secundus Tortor This man, as myght I spede / that has wroght vs this wo, {127 how "Iudicare" comys in crede / shall we teche, or we go, {128 All soyne. {129 haue bynd to this pyllar. {130 Tercius Tortor why standys thou so far? {131 Primus Tortor To bett his body bar {132 I haste, withoutten hoyne. {133 Secundus Tortor Now fall I the fyrst / to flap on hys hyde. {134 Tercius Tortor My hartt wold all to-bryst / bot I myght tyll hym glyde. {135 Primus Tortor A swap fayn, if I durst / wold I lene the this tyde. {136 Secundus Tortor war! lett me rub on the rust / that the bloode downe glyde {137 As swythe. {138 Tercius Tortor haue att! {139 Primus Tortor Take thou that! {140 Secundus Tortor I shall lene the a flap, {141 My strengthe for to kythe. {142 Tercius Tortor Where on seruys thi prophecy / thou tell vs in this case, {143 And all thi warkys of greatt mastry / thou shewed in dyuers place? {144 Primus Tortor Thyn apostels full radly / ar run from the a rase, {145 Thou art here in oure baly / withoutten any grace {146 Of skap. {147 Secundus Tortor Do, rug him. {148 Tercius Tortor Do, dyng hym. {149 Primus Tortor Nay, I myself shuld kyll hym {150 Bot for sir pilate. {151 Syrs, at the ffeste of architreclyn / this prophete he was; {152 Ther turnyd he water into wyn / that day he had sich grace, {153 his apostels to hym can enclyn / and other that ther was; {154 The see he past bot few yeres syn / it lete hym walk theron apase {155 At wyll; {156 The elementys all bydeyn, {157 And wyndes that ar so keyn, {158 The firmamente, as I weyn, {159 Ar hym obeyng tyll. {160 Secundus Tortor A lepir cam full fast / to this man that here standys, {161 And prayed hym, in all hast / of bayll to lowse his bandys; {162 his trauell was not wast / though he cam from far landys; {163 This prophete tyll hym past / and helyd hym with his handys, {164 ffull blythe. {165 The son of Centuryon, {166 ffor whom his fader made greatt mone, {167 Of the palsy he helyd anone, {168 Thay lowfyd hym oft sythe. {169 Tercius Tortor Sirs, as he cam from iherico / a blynde man satt by the way; {170 To hym walkand with many mo / cryand to hym thus can he say, {171 "Thou son of dauid, or thou go / of blyndnes hele thou me this day." {172 Ther was he helyd of all his wo / sich wonders can he wyrk all way {173 At wyll; {174 he rasys men from deth to lyfe, {175 And castys out devyls from thame oft sythe, {176 seke men cam to hym full ryfe, {177 He helys thaym of all yll. {178 Primus Tortor ffor all thise dedys of great louyng / fower thyngys I haue fond certanly, {179 ffor which he is worthy to hyng: / oone is oure kyng that he wold be; {180 Oure sabbot day in his wyrkyng / he lettys not to hele the seke truly; {181 he says oure temple he shall downe bryng / and in thre daies byg it in hy {182 All hole agane; {183 Syr pilate, as ye sytt, {184 looke wysely in youre wytt; {185 Dam ihesu or ye flytt {186 On crosse to suffre his payne. {187 Pilate Thou man that suffurs all this yll / Why Wyll thou Vs no mercy cry? {188 Slake thy hart and thi greatt wyll / whyls on the we haue mastry; {189 Of thy greatt warkes shew vs som skyll; / men call the kyng, thou tell vs why; {190 wherfor the Iues seke the to spyll / the cause I wold, knowe wytterly, {191 perdee; {192 Say what is thy name, {193 Thou lett for no shame, {194 Thay putt on the greatt blame, {195 Els myght [thou] skap for me. {196 Secundus Consultus Syr pilate, prynce peerles / this is my red, {197 That he skap not harmeles / bot do hym to ded: {198 he cals hym a kyng in euery place / thus wold he ouer led {199 Oure people in his trace / and oure lawes downe tred {200 By skyll; {201 Syr, youre knyghtes of good lose, {202 and the pepyll with oone voce, {203 To hyng hym hy on a crosse {204 Thay cry and call you vntyll. {205 Pilate Now certys, this is a wonder thyng / that ye wold bryng to noght {206 hym that is youre lege lordyng / In faith this was far soght; {207 Bot say, why make ye none obeyng / to hym that all has wroght? {208 Tercius Tortor Sir, he is oure chefe lordyng / sir Cesar so worthyly wroght {209 On mold. {210 pylate, do after vs, {211 And dam to deth ihesus {212 Or to sir Cesar we trus, {213 And make thy frenship cold. {214 Pilate Now that I am sakles / of this bloode shall ye see; {215 Both my handys in expres / weshen sall be; {216 This bloode bees dere boght I ges / that ye spill so frele. {217 Primus Tortor we pray it fall endles / on vs and oure meneye, {218 with wrake. {219 Pilate Now youre desyre fulfyll I shall; {220 Take hym emangs you all, {221 On crosse ye put that thrall, {222 his endyng ther to take. {223 Primus Tortor Com on! tryp on thi tose / without any fenyng; {224 Thou has made many glose / with thy fals talkyng. {225 Secundus Tortor we ar worthy greatte lose / that thus has broght a kyng {226 ffrom sir pilate and othere fose thus into oure ryng, {227 withoutt any hoyne. {228 Sirs, a kyng he hym cals, {229 Therfor a crowne hym befals. {230 Tercius Tortor I swere by all myn elder sauls, {231 I shall it ordan soyne. {232 Primus Tortor Lo! here a crowne of thorne / to perch his brane within, {233 putt on his hede with skorne / and gar thyrll the skyn. {234 Secundus Tortor hayll kyng! where was thou borne / sich worship for to wyn? {235 we knele all the beforne / and the to grefe will we not blyn, {236 That be thou bold. {237 Now by mahownes bloode! {238 Ther will no mete do me goode {239 To he be hanged on a roode, {240 And his bones be cold. {241 Primus Tortor Syrs, we may be fayn / ffor I haue fon a tree, {242 I tell you in certan / it is of greatt bewtee, {243 On the which he shall suffre payn / be feste with nales thre, {244 Ther shall nothyng hym gayn / ther on to he dede be, {245 I insure it; {246 Do, bryng hym hence. {247 Secundus Tortor Take vp oure gere and defence. {248 Tercius Tortor I wold spende all my spence {249 To se hym ones skelpt. {250 Primus Tortor This cros vp thou take / and make the redy bowne; {251 Withoutt gruchyng thou rake / and bere it thrugh the towne; {252 Mary, thi moder, I wote will make / great mowrnyng and mone, {253 But for thy fals dedys sake / shortly thou salbe slone, {254 No nay; {255 The pepyll of bedlem, {256 and gentyls of Ierusalem, {257 All the comoners of this reme, {258 shall wonder on the this day. {259 John the Apostle Alas! for my master moste of myght, {260 That yester euen with lanterne bright {261 before Caiphas was broght; {262 Both peter and I sagh that sight, {263 And sithen we fled away full wight, {264 when Iues so wonderly wroght; {265 At morne thay toke to red, And fals witnes furth soght, {266 And demyd hym to be dede, That to thaym trespaste noght, {267 Alas! for his modere and othere moo, {268 My moder and hir syster also, {269 Sat sam with syghyng sore; {270 Thay Wote nothyng of all this wo, {271 Therfor to tell thaym will I go, {272 Sen I may mend no more. {273 If he shuld dy thus tyte And thay vnwarned wore, {274 I were Worthy to wyte; I will go fast therfor. {275 God saue you, systers all in fere! {276 Dere lady, if thi will were, {277 I must tell tythyngys playn. {278 Mary Welcom, Iohn, my cosyn dere! {279 how farys my son sen thou was here? {280 That wold I wyt full fayn. {281 John the Apostle A, dere lady with youre leyff, The trouth shuld no man layn, {282 Ne with godys will thaym grefe. {283 Mary whi, Iohn, is my son slayn? John the Apostle Nay lady, I saide not so, {284 Bot ye me myn he told vs two {285 And thaym that with vs wore, {286 how he with pyne shuld pas vs fro, {287 And efte shuld com vs to, {288 To amende oure syghyng sore; {289 It may not stand in stede To sheynd youre self therfore. {290 Mary Magdalene Alas! this day for drede! Good Iohn, neven this no more! {291 Speke preualy I the pray, {292 ffor I am ferde, if we hir flay, {293 That she will ryn and rafe. {294 John the Apostle The sothe behowys me nede to say, {295 he is damyd to dede this day, {296 Ther may no sorow hym safe. {297 Maria Jacobi Good Iohn, tell vnto vs two What thou of hir will crafe, {298 And we will gladly go And help that thou it haue. {299 John the Apostle Systers, youre mowrnyng may not amende; {300 And ye will ever, or he take ende, {301 Speke with my master free, {302 Then must ye ryse and with me weynd, {303 And kepe hym as he shall be kend {304 Withoutt yond same cyte; {305 If ye will nygh me nere, Com fast and felowe me. {306 Mary A, help me, systers dere! That I my son may see. {307 Mary Magdalene Lady, we wold weynd full fayn, {308 Hertely With all oure myght and mayn, {309 youre comforth to encrese. {310 Mary Good Iohn, go before and frayn. {311 John the Apostle Lo, where he commes vs euen agayn {312 with all yond mekyll prese! {313 All youre mowrnyng in feyr / may not his sorow sese. {314 Mary Alas, for my son dere, / that me to moder chese! {315 Alas, dere son for care / I se thi body blede; {316 My self I will for-fare / for the in this great drede, {317 This cros on thi shulder bare / to help the in this nede, {318 I will it bere with greatt hart sare / wheder thay will the lede. {319 Jesus This cros is large in lengthe / and also bustus with all; {320 If thou put to thi strengthe / to the erthe thou mon downe fall. {321 Mary A dere son, thou let me / help the in this case! {322 Jesus lo, moder, I tell it the / to bere no myght thou hase. {323 Mary I pray the, dere son, it may so be / to man thou gif thi grace, {324 On thi self thou haue pyte / and kepe the from thi foyse. {325 Jesus ffor sothe, moder, this is no nay / on cros I must dede dre, {326 And, from deth ryse on the thryd day / thus prophecy says by me; {327 Mans saull that I luffyd ay / I shall redeme securly, {328 Into blis of heuen for ay / I shall it bryng to me, {329 Mary Magdalene It is greatt sorow to any wyght / Ihesus, to se with Iues keyn, {330 How he in dyuerse payns is dight / ffor sorow I water both myn eeyn. {331 Maria Jacobi This lord that is of myght / dyd neuer yll truly, {332 Thise Iues thay do not right / if thay deme hym to dy. {333 Mary Magdalene Alas! what shall we say! / ihesus that is so leyfe, {334 To deth thise Iues this day / thay lede with paynes full grefe. {335 Maria Jacobi He was full true, I say / though thay dam hym as thefe, {336 Mankynde he lufed all way / for sorow my hart will clefe. {337 Jesus ye doghters of Ierusalem / I byd you wepe nothyng for me, {338 Bot for youre self and youre barn-teme / behald I tell you securle, {339 Sore paynes ar ordand for this reme / in dayes herafter for to be; {340 youre myrth to bayll it shall downe streme / in euery place of this cyte. {341 Childer, certys, thay shall blys / women baren that neuer child bare, {342 And pappes that neuer gaf sowke, Iwys / thus shall thare hartys for sorow be sare; {343 The montayns hy and thise greatt hyllys / thay shall byd fall apon them thare, {344 ffor my bloode that sakles is / to shede and spyll thay will not spare. {345 Secundus Tortor walk on, and lefe thi vayn carpyng / it shall not saue the fro thy dede, {346 wheder thise women cry or syng / for any red, that thay can red. {347 Tercius Tortor Say wherto abyde we here abowte, {348 Thise qwenes with scremyng and with showte? {349 May no man thare wordys stere? {350 Primus Tortor Go home, thou casbald, with that clowte! {351 Or, by that lord I leyfe and lowte, {352 Thou shall by it full dere! {353 Mary Magdalene This thyng shall venyance call / on you holly in fere. {354 Secundus Tortor Go, hy the hens with all / or yll hayll cam thou here! {355 Tercius Tortor let all this bargan be / syn all oure toyles ar before; {356 This tratoure and this tre / I wold, full fayn were thore. {357 Primus Tortor It nedys not hym to harll / this cros dos hym greatt dere, {358 Bot yonder commys a carll / shall help hym for to bere. {359 Secundus Tortor That shall we soyn se on assay. {360 herk, good, man, wheder art thou on away? {361 Thou walkes as thou were wrath. {362 Symon Syrs, I haue a greatt Iornay {363 That must be done this same day, {364 Or els it will me skathe. {365 Tercius Tortor Thou may with lytyll payn / easse hym and thi self both. {366 Symon Good syrs, that wold I fayn / bot for to tary were full loth. {367 Primus Tortor Nay, nay! thou shall full soyn be sped; {368 lo here a lad, that must be led, {369 ffor his yll dedys to dy, {370 And he is bressed and all for bled, {371 That makys vs here thus stratly sted; {372 we pray the, sir, for-thi, {373 That thou will take this tre / bere it to caluary. {374 Symon Good sirs, that may not be / ffor full greatt haste haue I, {375 No longere may I hoyn. {376 Secundus Tortor In fayth thou shall not go so soyn {377 ffor noght that thou can say {378 This dede must nedys be done, {379 And this carll be dede or noyn, {380 And now is nere myd day; {381 And therfor help vs at this nede / and make vs here no more delay. {382 Symon I pray you do youre dede / and let me go my way; {383 And I shall com full soyn agane, {384 To help this man with all my mayn, {385 At youre awne wyll. {386 Tercius Tortor what and wold, thou trus with sich a trane? {387 Nay fatur, thou shall be full fayn, {388 This forward to fulfyll; {389 Or, by the myght of mahowne! / thou shall lyke it full yll. {390 Primus Tortor Tytt, let dyng this dastard downe / bot he lay hand ther tyll. {391 Symon Certys, that were vnwysely wroght, {392 To beytt me bot if I trespast oght {393 Aythere in worde or dede. {394 Secundus Tortor Apon thi bak it shall be broght, {395 Thou berys it wheder thou will or noght! {396 Dewyll! whom shuld we drede? {397 And therfor take it here belyfe / And bere it furth, good spede. {398 Symon It helpys not here to strife / bere it behoues me nede; {399 And therfor, syrs, as ye haue sayde, {400 To help this man I am well payde, {401 As ye wold that it were. {402 Tercius Tortor A, ha! now ar we right arayde, {403 bot loke oure gere be redy grade, {404 To wyrk when we com there. {405 Primus Tortor I warand all redy / oure toyles both moore and les, {406 And sir symon truly / gose on before with cros. {407 Tercius Tortor Now by mahowne, oure heuen kyng, {408 I wold that we were in that stede {409 where we myght hym on cros bryng. {410 Step on before, and furth hym lede {411 A trace. {412 Primus Tortor Com on thou! {413 Secundus Tortor Put on thou! {414 Tercius Tortor I com fast after you, {415 And folowse on the chace. {416 The Crucifixion Pilate Peasse I byd euereich Wight! {1 Stand as styll as stone in Wall, {2 Whyls ye ar present in my sight, {3 That none of you clatter ne call; {4 ffor if ye do, youre dede is dight, {5 I warne it you both greatt and small, {6 With this brand burnyshyd so bright, {7 Therfor in peasse loke ye be all. {8 What! peasse in the dwillys name! {9 harlottys and dustardys all bedene! {10 On galus ye be maide full tame, {11 Thefys and mychers keyn! {12 will ye not peasse when I bid you? {13 by mahownys bloode, if ye me teyn, {14 I shall ordan sone for you, {15 paynes that neuer ere was seyn, {16 And that anone! {17 Be ye so bold, beggars, I warn you, {18 ffull boldly shall I bett you, {19 To hell the dwill shall draw you, {20 Body, bak and bone. {21 I am a lord that mekill is of myght, {22 prynce of all Iury, sir pilate I hight, {23 Next kyng herode grettyst of all; {24 Bowys to my byddyng both greatt and small, {25 Or els ye be shentt; {26 Therfor stere youre tonges, I warn you all, {27 And vnto vs take tent. {28 Primus Tortor All peasse, all peasse, emang you all! {29 And herkyns now what shall befall {30 Of this fals chuffer here; {31 That with his fals quantyse, {32 hase lett hymself as god wyse, {33 Emangys vs many a yere. {34 he cals hym self a prophett, {35 And says that he can bales bete, {36 And make all thyngys amende; {37 Bot or oght lang wytt we shall {38 wheder he can bete his awne bale, {39 Or skapp out of oure hende. {40 Was not this a wonder thyng, {41 That he durst call hym self a kyng {42 And make so greatt a lee? {43 Bot, by mahowne! whils I may lyf, {44 Those prowde wordes shall I neuer forgyf, {45 Tyll he be hanged on he. {46 Secundus Tortor hys pride, fy, we sett at noght, {47 Bot ich man now kest in his thoght, {48 And looke that we noght wante; {49 ffor I shall fownde, if that I may, {50 By the order of knyghtede, to day {51 To cause his hart pante. {52 Tercius Tortor And so shall I with all my myght, {53 Abate his pride this ylk nyght, {54 And rekyn hym a crede; {55 Lo, he letys he cowde none yll, {56 Bot he can ay, when he wyll, {57 Do a full fowll dede. {58 Quartus Tortor yei felows, ye, as haue I rest! {59 Emangys vs all I red we kest {60 To bryng this thefe to dede; {61 Loke that we haue that we shuld, nate, {62 ffor to hald, this shrew strate. {63 Primus Tortor That was a nobyll red! {64 Lo, here I haue a bande, {65 If nede be to bynd his hande; {66 This thowng, I trow, will last. {67 Secundus Tortor And here oone to the othere syde, {68 That shall abate his pride, {69 Be it be drawen fast. {70 Tercius Tortor lo, here a hamere and nales also, {71 ffor to festen fast oure foo {72 To this tre, full soyn. {73 Quartus Tortor ye ar wise,withoutten drede, {74 That so can help youre self at nede, {75 Of thyng that shuld be done. {76 Primus Tortor Now dar I say hardely, {77 he shall with all his mawmentry {78 No longere vs be tell. {79 Secundus Tortor Syn pilate hase hym tyll vs geyn, {80 haue done, belyfe! let it be seyn {81 how we can with hym mell. {82 Tercius Tortor Now ar we at the monte of caluarye; {83 haue done, folows, and let now se {84 how we can with hym lake. {85 Quartus Tortor yee, for as modee as he can loke, {86 he wold haue turnyd an othere croke {87 Myght he haue had the rake. {88 Primus Tortor In fayth, syr, sen ye callyd you a kyng, {89 you must prufe a worthy thyng {90 That falles vnto the were; {91 ye must Iust in tornamente; {92 Bot ye sytt fast els be ye shentt, {93 Els downe I shall you bere. {94 Secundus Tortor If thou be godys son, as thou tellys, {95 Thou can the kepe; how shuld thou ellys? {96 Els were it meruell greatt; {97 And bot if thou can, we will not trow {98 That thou hase saide, bot make the mow {99 when thou syttys in yond sett. {100 Tercius Tortor If thou be kyng we shall thank adyll, {101 ffor we shall sett the in thy sadyll, {102 ffor fallyng be thou bold. {103 I hete the well tho bydys a shaft; {104 Bot if thou sytt well thou had better laft {105 The tales that thou has told. {106 Quartus Tortor Stand, nere, felows, and let se {107 how we can hors oure kyng so fre, {108 By any craft; {109 Stand thou yonder on yond syde, {110 And we shall se how he can ryde, {111 And how to weld, a shaft. {112 Primus Tortor Sir, commys heder and haue done, {113 And wyn apon youre palfray sone, {114 ffor he [is] redy bowne. {115 If ye be bond till hym, be not wrothe, {116 ffor be ye secure we were full lothe {117 On any wyse that ye fell downe. {118 Secundus Tortor knyt thou a knott, with all thi strenght, {119 ffor to draw this arme on lengthe, {120 Tyll it com to the bore. {121 Tercius Tortor Thou maddys, man, bi this light! {122 It wantys, tyll ich mans sight, {123 Othere half span and more. {124 Quartus Tortor yit drawe owt this arme and fest it fast, {125 with this rope that well will last, {126 And ilk man lay hand to. {127 Primus Tortor yee, and bynd thou fast that band; {128 we shall go to that othere hand {129 And loke what we can do. {130 Secundus Tortor Do dryfe a nayll ther thrugh outt, {131 And then thar vs nothyng doutt, {132 ffor it will not brest. {133 Tercius Tortor That shall I do, as myght I thryfe! {134 ffor to clynke and for to dryfe, {135 Therto I am full prest; {136 So lett it styk, for it is wele. {137 Quartus Tortor Thou says sothe, as haue I cele! {138 Ther can no man it mende. {139 Primus Tortor hald downe his knees. {140 Secundus Tortor that shall I do his norysh yede neuer better to; {141 Lay on all your hende. {142 Tercius Tortor Draw out hys lymmes, let se, haue at! {143 Quartus Tortor That was well drawen that that; {144 ffare fall hym that so puld,! {145 ffor to haue getten it to the marke, {146 I trow lewde man ne clerk {147 Nothyng better shuld. {148 Primus Tortor hald, it now fast thor, {149 And oone of you take the bore, {150 And then may it not fayll. {151 Secundus Tortor That shall I do withoutten drede, {152 As euer myght I well spede, {153 hym to mekyll bayll. {154 Tercius Tortor So, that is well, it will not brest, {155 Bot let now se who dos the best {156 with any slegthe of hande. {157 Quartus Tortor Go we now vnto the othere ende; {158 ffelowse, fest on fast youre hende, {159 And pull well at this band. {160 Primus Tortor I red, felowse, by this wedyr, {161 That we draw all ons togedir, {162 And loke how it wyll fare. {163 Secundus Tortor let now se and lefe youre dyn! {164 And draw we ilka syn from syn; {165 ffor nothyng let vs spare. {166 Tercius Tortor Nay, felowse, this is no gam! {167 we will no longere draw all sam, {168 So mekill haue I asspyed. {169 Quartus Tortor No, for as haue I blys! {170 Som can twyk, who so it is, {171 Sekys easse on som kyn syde. {172 Primus Tortor It is better, as I hope, {173 On by his self to draw this rope, {174 And then may we se {175 who it is that ere while {176 All his felows can begyle, {177 Of this companye. {178 Secundus Tortor Sen thou will so haue, here for me! {179 how draw I, as myght thou the? {180 Tercius Tortor Thou drew right wele. {181 haue here for me half a foyte! {182 Quartus Tortor wema, man! I trow thou doyte! {183 Thou flyt it neuer a dele; {184 Bot haue for me here that I may! {185 Primus Tortor Well drawen, son, bi this day! {186 Thou gose well to thi warke! {187 Secundus Tortor yit efte, whils thi hande is in, {188 pull therat with som kyn gyn. {189 Tercius Tortor yee, & bryng it to the marke. {190 Quartus Tortor pull, pull! {191 Primus Tortor haue now! Secundus Tortor let se! Tercius Tortor A ha! Quartus Tortor yit a draght! {192 Primus Tortor Therto with all my maght. Secundus Tortor A, ha! hold still thore! {193 Tercius Tortor So felowse! looke now belyfe, {194 which of you can best dryfe, {195 And I shall take the bore. {196 Quartus Tortor let me go therto, if I shall; {197 I hope that I be the best mershall {198 ffor [to] clynke it right. {199 do rase hym vp now when we may, {200 ffor I hope he & his palfray {201 Shall not twyn this nyght. {202 Primus Tortor Com hedir, felowse, & haue done! {203 And help that this tre sone {204 To lyft with all youre sleght. {205 Secundus Tortor yit let vs wyrke a whyle, {206 And noman now othere begyle {207 To it be broght on heght. {208 Tercius Tortor ffelowse, fest on all youre hende, {209 ffor to rase this tre on ende, {210 And let se who is last. {211 Quartus Tortor I red we do as that he says; {212 Set we the tre in the mortase, {213 And ther will it stand fast. {214 Primus Tortor Vp with the tymbre. {215 Secundus Tortor a, it heldys! ffor hym that all this warld weldys {216 put fro the with thi hande! {217 Tercius Tortor hald, euen emangys vs all. {218 Quartus Tortor yee, and, let it into the mortase fall, {219 ffor then will it best stande. {220 Primus Tortor Go we to it and be we strong, {221 And rase it, be it neuer so long, {222 Sen that it is fast bon. {223 Secundus Tortor Vp with the tymbre fast on ende! {224 Tercius Tortor A felowse, fayr fall youre hende! {225 Quartus Tortor so sir, gape agans the son! {226 Primus Tortor A felow, war thi crowne! {227 Secundus Tortor Trowes thou this tymbre will oght downe? {228 Tercius Tortor yit help that it were fast. {229 Quartus Tortor Shog hym well & let vs lyfte. {230 Primus Tortor ffull shorte shalbe his thryfte. {231 Secundus Tortor A, it standys vp lyke a mast. {232 Jesus I pray you pepyll that passe me by, {233 That lede youre lyfe so lykandly, {234 heyfe vp youre hartys on hight! {235 Behold, if euer ye sagh body {236 Buffet & bett thus blody, {237 Or yit thus dulfully dight; {238 In warld was neuer no wight {239 That suffred half so sare. {240 My mayn, my mode, my myght, {241 Is noght bot sorow to sight, {242 And comforth none, bot care. {243 My folk, what haue I done to the, {244 That thou all thus shall tormente me? {245 Thy syn by I full sore. {246 what haue I greuyd the? answere me, {247 That thou thus nalys me to a tre, {248 And all for thyn erroure; {249 where shall thou seke socoure? {250 This mys how shall thou amende? {251 when that thou thy saveoure {252 Dryfes to this dyshonoure, {253 And nalys thrugh feete and hende! {254 All creatoures that kynde may kest, {255 Beestys, byrdys, all haue thay rest, {256 when thay ar wo begon; {257 Bot godys son, that shuld, be best, {258 hase not where apon his hede to rest, {259 Bot on his shuder bone. {260 To whome now may I make my mone? {261 when thay thus martyr me, {262 And sakles will me slone, {263 And beete me blode and bone, {264 That my brethere shuld, be! {265 what kyndnes shuld, I kythe theym to? {266 haue I not done that I aght to do, {267 Maide the to my lyknes? {268 And thou thus refys me rest & ro, {269 And lettys thus lightly on me, lo! {270 Sich is thi catyfnes. {271 I haue the kyd kyndnes, / Vnkyndly thou me quytys; {272 Se thus thi wekydnes! / loke how thou me dyspytys! {273 Gyltles thus am I put to pyne, {274 Not for [my] mys, man, bot for thyne, {275 Thus am I rent on rode; {276 ffor I that tresoure wold, not tyne, {277 That I markyd, & made for myne, {278 Thus by I adam blode, {279 That sonkyn was in syn, {280 with none erthly good; {281 Bot with my flesh and blode {282 That lothe was for to wyn. {283 My brethere that I com forto by, {284 has hanged, me here thus hedusly, {285 And freyndys fynde I foyn; {286 Thus haue thay dight me drerely, {287 And all by-spytt me spytusly, {288 As helples man in won. {289 Bot, fader, that syttys in trone, {290 fforgyf thou them this gylt, {291 I pray to the this boyn, {292 Thay wote not what thay doyn, {293 Nor whom thay haue thus spylt. {294 Primus Tortor yis, what we do full well we knaw. {295 Secundus Tortor yee, that shall he fynde within a thraw. {296 Tercius Tortor Now, with a myschaunce tyll his cors, {297 wenys he that we gyf any force, {298 what dwill so euer he ayll? {299 Quartus Tortor ffor he wold tary vs all day, {300 Of his dede to make delay {301 I tell you, sansfayll. {302 Primus Tortor lyft vs this tre emanges vs all {303 Secundus Tortor yee, and let it into the mortase fall, {304 And that shall gar hym brest. {305 Tercius Tortor yee, and all to-ryfe hym lym from lym. {306 Quartus Tortor And it will breke ilk ionte in hym. {307 let se now who dos best. {308 Mary Alas! the doyll I dre / I drowpe, I dare in drede! {309 Whi hyngys thou, son, so hee? / my bayll begynnes to brede. {310 All blemyshyd is thi ble / I se thi body blede! {311 In warld, son, were neuer we / so wo as I in wede. {312 My foode that I haue fed, {313 In lyf longyng the led, {314 ffull stratly art thou sted {315 Emanges thi foo-men fell; {316 Sich sorow forto se, {317 My dere barn, on the, {318 Is more mowrnyng to me {319 Then any tong may tell. {320 Alas! thi holy hede {321 hase not wheron to helde; {322 Thi face with blode is red, {323 Was fare as floure in feylde; {324 how shuld I stand, in sted {325 To se my barne thus blede? {326 Bett as blo as lede, {327 And has no lym to weylde! {328 ffestynd both handys and feet {329 With nalys full vnmete, {330 his woundes wrynyng wete, {331 Alas, my childe, for care! {332 ffor all rent is thi hyde; {333 I se on aythere syde {334 Teres of blode downe glide {335 Ouer all thi body bare. {336 Alas! that euer I shuld byde {337 And se my feyr thus fare! {338 John the Apostle Alas, for doyll, my lady dere! {339 All for-changid is thi chere, {340 To see this prynce withoutten pere {341 Thus lappyd all in wo; {342 he was thi fode, thi faryst foine, {343 Thi luf, thi lake, thi lufsom son, {344 That high on tre thus hyngys alone {345 with body blak and blo; {346 Alas! {347 To me and many mo {348 A good master he was. {349 Bot, lady, sen it is his will {350 The prophecy to fulfyll, {351 That mankynde in sy[n] not spill {352 ffor theym to thole this payn; {353 And with this dede raunson to make, {354 As prophetys beforn of hym spake, {355 ffor-thi I red, thi sorowe thou slake, {356 Thi Wepyng may not gayn; {357 In sorowe {358 Oure boytt he byes full bayn, {359 Vs all from bale to borowe. {360 Mary Alas! thyn een as cristall clere / that shoyn as son in sight, {361 That lufly were in lyere / lost thay haue thare light, {362 And wax all faed in fere / all dym then ar thay dight! {363 In payn has thou no pere / that is withoutten pight. {364 Swete son, say me thi thoght, {365 what wonders has thou wroght {366 To be in payn thus broght, {367 Thi blissed blode to blende? {368 A son, thynk on my wo! {369 whi will thou fare me fro? {370 On mold, is noman mo {371 That may my myrthes amende. {372 John the Apostle Comly lady, good and couth, / ffayn wold I comforth the; {373 Me mynnys my master with mowth, / told vnto his menyee {374 That he shuld, thole full mekill payn / and dy apon a tre, {375 And to the lyfe ryse vp agayn, / apon the thryd day shuld it be {376 ffull right! {377 ffor-thi, my lady swete, {378 Stynt a while of grete! {379 Oure bale then will he bete {380 As he befor has hight. {381 Mary Mi sorow it is so sad / no solace may me safe; {382 Mowrnyng makys me mad / none hope of help I hafe; {383 I am redles and rad / ffor ferd that I mon rafe; {384 Noght may make me glad / to I be in my grafe. {385 To deth my dere is dryffen, {386 his robe is all to-ryffen, {387 That of me was hym gyffen, {388 And shapen with my sydys; {389 Thise Iues and he has stryffen / That all the bale he bydys. {390 Alas, my lam so mylde / whi will thou fare me fro {391 Emang thise wulfe`s wylde / that wyrke on the this wo? {392 ffor shame who may the shelde / ffor freyndys has thou fo! {393 Alas, my comly childe / whi will thou fare me fro? {394 Madyns, make youre mone! {395 And wepe ye, wyfe`s, euerichon, {396 with me, most wrich, in wone, {397 The childe that borne was best! {398 My harte is styf as stone / That for no bayll will brest. {399 John the Apostle A, lady, well wote I / thi hart is full of care {400 when thou thus openly / sees thi childe thus fare; {401 luf gars hym rathly / hym-self will he not spare, {402 Vs all fro baill to by / of blis thar ar full bare {403 ffor syn. {404 My lefe lady, for-thy / Of mowrnyng loke thou blyn. {405 Mary Alas! may euer be my sang / Whyls I may lyf in leyd; {406 Me thynk now that I lyf to lang / to se my barne thus blede; {407 Iue`s wyrke with hym all wrang / wherfor do thay this dede? {408 lo, so hy thay haue hym hang / thay let for no drede: {409 Whi so {410 his fomen is he emang? / No freynde he has, bot fo. {411 My frely foode now farys me fro / what shall worth on me? {412 Thou art warpyd all in wo / and spred here on a tre {413 ffull hee / {414 I mowrne, and so may mo / That sees this payn on the. {415 John the Apostle Dere lady, well were me {416 If that I myght comforth the; {417 ffor the sorow that I see {418 Sherys myn harte in sondere; {419 when that I se my master hang {420 With bytter paynes and strang, {421 Was neuer wight with wrang {422 Wroght so mekill wonder. {423 Mary Alas, dede, thou dwellys to lang! / whi art thou hid fro me? {424 Who kend, the to my childe to gang? / all blak thou makys his ble; {425 Now witterly thou wyrkys wrang / the more I will wyte the, {426 Bot if thou will my harte` stang / that I myght with hym dee {427 And byde; {428 Sore syghyng is my sang, / ffor thyrlyd, is his hyde! {429 A, dede, what has thou done? / with the will I moytt sone, {430 Sen I had childer none bot oone / best vnder son or moyn; {431 ffreyndys I had full foyn / that gars me grete and grone {432 ffull sore. {433 Good lord, graunte me my boyn / and let me lyf no more! {434 Gabriell, that good / som tyme thou can me grete, {435 And then I vnderstud / thi wordys that were so swete; {436 Bot now thay meng my moode / ffor grace thou can me hete, {437 To bere all of my blode / a childe oure baill shuld, bete {438 with right; {439 Now hyngys he here on rude / Where is that thou me hight? {440 All that thou of blys / hight me in that stede, {441 ffrom myrth is faren omys / and yit I trow thi red; {442 Thi councell now of this / my lyfe how shall I lede {443 When fro me gone is / he that was my hede {444 In hy? {445 My dede now comen it is / My dere son, haue mercy! {446 Jesus My moder mylde, thou chaunge thi chere! {447 Sease of thi sorow and sighyng sere, {448 It syttys vnto my hart full sare; {449 The sorow is sharp I suffre here, {450 Bot doyll thou drees, my moder dere, {451 Me marters mekill mare. {452 Thus will my fader I fare, {453 To lowse mankynde of bandys; {454 his son Will he not spare, {455 To lowse that bon was are {456 ffull fast in feyndys handys. {457 The fyrst cause, moder, of my commyng {458 Was for mankynde myscarying, {459 To salf thare sore I soght; {460 Therfor, moder, make none mowrnyng, {461 Sen mankynde thrugh my dyyng {462 May thus to blis be boght. {463 Woman, wepe thou right noght! {464 Take ther Iohn vnto thi chylde! {465 Mankynde must nedys be boght, {466 And thou kest, cosyn, in thi thoght; {467 Iohn, lo ther thi moder mylde! {468 Blo and blody thus am I bett, {469 Swongen with swepys & all to-swett, {470 Mankynde, for thi mysdede! {471 ffor my luf lust when Wold thou lett, {472 And thi harte sadly sett, {473 Sen I thus for the haue blede? {474 Sich lyf, for sothe, I led, {475 That vnothes may I more; {476 This suffre I for thi nede, {477 To marke the, man, thi mede: {478 Now thryst I, wonder sore. {479 Primus Tortor Noght bot hold, thi peasse! {480 Thou shall haue drynke within a resse, {481 My self shalbe thy knaue; {482 haue here the draght that I the hete, {483 And I shall warand it is not swete, {484 On all the good I haue. {485 Secundus Tortor So syr, say now all youre will! {486 ffor if ye couth haue holden you styll {487 ye had not had this brade. {488 Tercius Tortor Thou wold all gaytt be kyng of Iues, {489 Bot by this I trow thou rues {490 All that thou has sayde. {491 Quartus Tortor he has hym rused, of great prophes, {492 That he shuld make vs tempylle`s, {493 And gar it cleyn downe fall; {494 And yit he sayde he shuld, it rase {495 As well as it was, within thre dayes! {496 he lyes, that wote we all; {497 And for his lyes, in great dispyte {498 we will departe his clothyng tyte, {499 Bot he can more of arte. {500 Primus Tortor yee, as euer myght I thryfe, {501 Soyn will we this mantyll ryfe, {502 And ich man take his parte. {503 Secundus Tortor how wold, thou we share this clothe? {504 Tercius Tortor Nay forsothe, that were I lothe, {505 Then were it all-gate spylt; {506 Bot assent thou to my saw, {507 lett vs all cutt draw, {508 And then is none begylt. {509 Quartus Tortor how so befallys now wyll I draw! {510 This is myn by comon law, {511 Say not ther agayn. {512 Primus Tortor Now sen it may no better be, {513 Chevich the with it for me, {514 Me thynk thou art ful fayn. {515 Secundus Tortor how felowse, se ye not yond skraw? {516 It is writen yonder within a thraw, {517 Now sen that we drew cut. {518 Tercius Tortor Ther is noman that is on lyfe {519 Bot it were pilate, as myght I thrife, {520 That durst it ther haue putt. {521 Quartus Tortor Go we fast and let vs loke {522 what is wretyn on yond boke, {523 And what it may bemeyn. {524 Primus Tortor A the more I loke theron {525 A the more I thynke I fon; {526 All is not worth a beyn. {527 Secundus Tortor yis, for sothe, me thynk I se {528 Theron writen langage thre, {529 Ebrew and latyn {530 And grew, me thynk, writen theron, {531 ffor it is hard for to expowne. {532 Tercius Tortor Thou red, by appolyn! {533 Quartus Tortor yee, as I am a trew knyght, {534 I am the best latyn wright {535 Of this company; {536 I will go withoutten delay {537 And tell you what it is to say; {538 Behald, syrs, witterly! {539 yonder is wretyn "ihesu of nazareyn {540 he is kyng of Iues," I weyn. {541 Primus Tortor A! that is writen wrang. {542 Secundus Tortor he callys hym so, bot he is none. {543 Tercius Tortor Go we to pilate and make oure mone; {544 haue done, and dwell not lang. {545 pilate, yonder is a fals tabyll, {546 Theron is wryten noght bot fabyll; {547 Of Iues he is not kyng! {548 he callys hym so, bot he not is: {549 It is falsly writen, Iwys, {550 This is a wrangwys thyng. {551 Pilate Boys, I say, what mell ye you? {552 As it is writen shall it be now, {553 I say certane; {554 Quod scriptum scripsi, {555 That same wrote I, {556 What gadlyng gruches ther agane? {557 Quartus Tortor Sen that he is man of law / he must nedys haue his will; {558 I trow he had not writen that saw / without som propre skyll. {559 Primus Tortor yee, let it hyng aboue his hede, {560 It shall not saue hym fro the dede, {561 Noght that he can write. {562 Secundus Tortor Now ylla hale was he borne. {563 Tercius Tortor Ma-fay, I tell his lyfe is lorne, {564 he shalbe slayn as tyte. {565 If thou be crist, as men the call, {566 Com downe emangys vs all, {567 And thole not thies myssaes. {568 Quartus Tortor yee, and help thi self that we may se, {569 And we shall all trow in the, {570 what soeuer thou says. {571 Primus Tortor he cals hym self good of myght, {572 Bot I wold, se hym be so wight {573 To do sich a dede {574 he rasyd lazare out of his delfe, {575 Bot he can not help hym self, {576 Now in his greatt nede. {577 Jesus hely, hely, lamazabatany! {578 My god, my god, wherfor and why {579 has thou forsakyn me? {580 Secundus Tortor how! here ye not, as well as I, {581 how he can now on hely cry {582 Apon his wyse? {583 Tercius Tortor yee, ther is none hely in this countre {584 Shall delyuer hym from this meneyoe, {585 On nokyns wyse. {586 Quartus Tortor I warand you now at the last {587 That he shall soyn yelde the gast, {588 ffor brestyn is his gall. {589 Jesus Now is my passyon broght tyll ende! {590 ffader of heuen, in to thy hende {591 I betake my saull! {592 Primus Tortor let one pryk hym with a spere, {593 And if that it do hym no dere {594 Then is his lyfe nere past. {595 Secundus Tortor This blynde knyght may best do that. {596 Longeus Gar me not do bot I wote what. {597 Tercius Tortor Not bot put vp fast. {598 Longeus A, lord, what may this be? {599 Ere was I blynde, now may I se; {600 Godys son, here me, ihesu! {601 ffor this trespas on me thou rew. {602 ffor, lord, othere men me gart, {603 that I the stroke vnto the hart: {604 I se thou hyngys here on hy, {605 And dyse to fulfyll the prophecy. {606 Quartus Tortor Go we hence and leyfe hym here, {607 ffor I shall be his borghe to-yere {608 he felys no more payn; {609 ffor hely ne for none othere man {610 All the good tha euer he wan {611 Gettys not his lyfe agayn. {612 Josephus Alas, alas, and walaway! {613 That euer shuld I abyde this day, {614 To se my master dede; {615 Thus wykydly as he is shent, {616 with so bytter tornamente, {617 Thrugh fals Iues red. {618 Nychodeme, I wold we yede {619 To sir pilate, if we myght spede, {620 his body for to craue; {621 I will fownde with all my myght, {622 ffor my seruyce to aske that knyght {623 his body for to graue. {624 Nichodemus Ioseph, I will weynde with the {625 ffor to do that is in me, {626 ffor that body to pray; {627 ffor oure good will and oure trauale {628 I hope that it mon vs avayll {629 here afterward som day. {630 Josephus Syr pylate, god the saue! {631 Graunte me that I craue, {632 If that it be thi will. {633 Pilate Welcom, Ioseph, myght thou be! {634 what so thou askys I graunte it the, {635 So that it be skyll. {636 Josephus ffor my long seruyce I the pray {637 Graunte me the body-say me not nay- {638 of ihesu, dede on rud. {639 Pilate I graunte well if he ded be, {640 Good leyfe shall thou haue of me, {641 Do with hym what thou thynk gud. {642 Josephus Grammercy, syr, of youre good grace, {643 That ye haue graunte me in this place; {644 Go we oure way: {645 Nychodeme, com me furth with, {646 ffor I my self shall be the smyth {647 The nales out for to dray. {648 Nichodemus Ioseph, I am redy here {649 To go with the with full good chere, {650 To help the at my myght; {651 pull furth the nales on aythere syde, {652 And I shall hald, hym vp this tyde; {653 A, lord, so thou is dight! {654 Josephus help now, felow, with all thi myght, {655 That he were wonden and well dight, {656 And lay hym on this bere; {657 Bere we hym furth vnto the kyrke, {658 To the tombe that I gard wyrk, {659 Sen full many a yere. {660 Nichodemus It shall be so with outten nay. {661 he that dyed on gud fryday {662 And crownyd was with thorne, {663 Saue you all that now here be! {664 That lord that thus wold, dee {665 And rose on pasche morne. {666 The Talents Pilate Cernite qui statis / quod mire sim probitatis, {1 Hec cognoscatis / vos cedam ni taceatis, {2 Cuncti discatis / quasi sistam vir deitatis {3 Et maiestatis / michi fando ne neceatis, {4 hoc modo mando; {5 Neue loquaces, {6 Siue dicaces, {7 poscite paces, {8 Dum fero fando. {9 Stynt, I say! gyf men place / quia sum dominus dominorum! {10 he that agans me says / rapietur lux oculorum; {11 Therfor gyf ye me space / ne tendam vim brachiorum, {12 And then get ye no grace / contestor Iura polorum, {13 Caueatis; {14 Rewle I the Iure, {15 Maxime pure, {16 Towne quoque rure, {17 Me paueatis. {18 Stemate regali / kyng atus gate me of pila; {19 Tramite legali / Am I ordand to reyn apon Iuda, {20 Nomine wlgari / pownce pilate, that may ye well say, {21 Qui bene wlt fari / shuld call me fownder of all lay. {22 Iudeorum {23 Iura guberno, {24 pleasse me and say so, {25 Omnia firmo {26 Sorte deorum. {27 Myghty lord of all / me Cesar magnificauit; {28 Downe on knees ye fall / greatt god me sanctificauit, {29 Me to obey ouer all / regi reliquo quasi dauid, {30 hanged hy that he sall / hoc iussum qui reprobauit, {31 I swere now; {32 Bot ye youre hedis {33 Bare in thies stedis {34 Redy my swerde is {35 Of thaym to shere now. {36 Atrox armipotens / I graunt men girth by my good grace, {37 Atrox armipotens / most myghty callyd in ylk place, {38 vir quasi cunctipotens / I graunt men girth by my good grace, {39 Tota refert huic gens / that none is worthier in face, {40 Quin eciam bona mens / doith trowth and right bi my trew lays, {41 Silete! {42 In generali, {43 Sic speciali, {44 yit agane byd I {45 Iura tenete. {46 loke that no boy be to bustus, blast here for to blaw, {47 Bot truly to my talkyng loke that ye be intendyng; {48 If here be any boy that will not loutt till oure law, {49 By myghty mahowne, hygh shall he hyng; {50 South, north, eest, west, {51 In all this warld, in lengthe and brede, {52 Is none so doughty as I, the best, {53 doughtely dyntand, on mule and on stede. {54 Therfor I say, {55 loke that ye lowte to my lykance, {56 ffor dowte of dynt in greuaunce; {57 dilygently ply to my plesance, {58 As prynce most myghty me pay, {59 And talke not a worde; {60 ffor who so styrres or any dyn makys, {61 deply in my daunger he rakys, {62 That as soferan me not takys {63 And as his awne lorde. {64 he has myster of nyghtys rest that nappys not in noynyng! {65 boy, lay me downe softly and hap me well from cold. {66 loke that no laddys noy me nawder with cryyng nor with cronyng, {67 Nor in my sight ones greue me so bold. {68 If ther be any boyes that make any cry, {69 Or els that will not obey me, {70 he were better be hanged, hy, {71 Then in my sight ones mefe me. {72 Primus Tortor war, war! for now com I, {73 The most shrew in this cuntry; {74 I haue ron full fast in hy, {75 hedir to this towne; {76 To this towne now comen am I {77 ffrom the mownt of caluery; {78 Ther crist hang, and that full hy, {79 I swe[re] you, bi my crowne. {80 At caluery when he hanged was, {81 I spuyd and spyt right in his face, {82 when that it shoyn as any glas, {83 so semely to my sight; {84 Bot yit for all that fayr thyng, {85 I loghe hym vnto hethyng, {86 And rofe of his clethyng; {87 To me it was full light. {88 And when his clothes were of in fere, {89 lord, so we loghe and maide good chere, {90 And crownyd that carle with a brere, {91 As he had bene a kyng; {92 And yit I did full propurly, {93 I clappyd his cors by and by, {94 I thoght I did, full curiously {95 In fayth hym for to hyng. {96 Bot to mahowne I make avowe, {97 hedir haue I broght his clethyng now, {98 To try the trowthe before you, {99 Euen this same nyght; {100 Of me and of my felowse two {101 with whom this garmente shall go; {102 bot sir pilate must go therto, {103 I swere you by this light. {104 ffor whosoeuer may get thise close, {105 he ther neuer rek where he gose, {106 ffor he semys nothyng to lose, {107 If so be he theym were. {108 bot now, now, felose, stand on rowme, {109 ffor he commes, shrewes, vnto this towne, {110 And we will all togeder rowne, {111 so semely in oure gere. {112 Secundus Tortor war, war! and make rowme, {113 ffor I will with my felose rowne, {114 And I shall knap hym on the crowne {115 That standys in my gate; {116 I will lepe and I will skyp {117 As I were now out of my wytt; {118 Almost my breke thay ar beshyt {119 ffor drede I cam to late. {120 Bot, by mahowne! now am I here! {121 The most shrew, that dar I swere, {122 That ye shall fynde aw where, {123 Spyll-payn in fayth I hight. {124 I was at caluery this same day, {125 where the kyng of Iues lay, {126 And ther I taght hym a newe play, {127 Truly, me thoght it right. {128 The play, in fayth, it was to rowne, {129 That he shuld, lay his hede downe, {130 And sone I bobyd hym on the crowne, {131 That gam me thoght was good. {132 when we had played with hym oure fyll, {133 Then led we him vnto an hyll, {134 And ther we wroght with hym oure will, {135 And hang hym on a rud. {136 Nomore now of this talkyng, {137 Bot the cause of my commyng; {138 Both on ernest and on hethyng {139 This cote I wold, I had; {140 ffor if I myght this cote gett, {141 Then wold I both skyp and lepe, {142 And therto fast both drynke and ete, {143 In fayth, as I were mad. {144 Tercius Tortor war, war! within thise wones, {145 ffor I com rynyng all at ones! {146 I haue brysten both my balok stones, {147 So fast hyed I hedyr; {148 And ther is nothyng me so lefe {149 As murder a mycher and hang a thefe: {150 If here be any that doth me grefe {151 I shall them thresh togedir. {152 ffor I may swere with mekill wyn {153 I am the most shrew in all myn kyn, {154 That is from this towne vnto lyn, {155 lo, here my felowse two! {156 Now ar we thre commen in {157 A new gam forto begyn, {158 This same cote forto twyn, {159 Or that we farther go. {160 Bot to sir pilate prynce I red that we go hy, {161 And present hym the playnt how that we ar stad; {162 Bot this gowne that is here, I say you for-thy, {163 By myghty mahowne I wold not he had. {164 Primus Tortor I assent to that sagh, by myghty mahowne! {165 Let vs Weynde to sir pilate withoutten any fabyll; {166 Bot syrs, bi my lewte, he gettys not this gowne; {167 Vnto vs thre it were right prophetabyll; {168 Spill-payn what says thou? {169 Secundus Tortor youre sawes craftely assent I vnto. {170 Primus Tortor Then will I streght furth in this place, {171 And speke with sir pilate wordys oone or two, {172 ffor I am right semely and fare in the face; {173 And now shall we se or we hence go. {174 Tercius Tortor Sir, I say the, by my lewtee, {175 where is sir pilate of pryce? {176 Consultus Sir, I say the, as myght I the, {177 he lygys here in the dewyll seruyce. {178 Primus Tortor with that prynce-fowll myght he fall- {179 Must we haue at do. {180 Consultus I shall go to hym and call, {181 And loke what ye will say hym to. {182 My lord, my lorde! {183 Pilate what, boy, art thou nyse? {184 call nomore, thou has callid twyse. {185 Consultus my lord,! {186 Pilate what mytyng is that that mevys me in my mynde? {187 Consultus I, lord, youre counselloure, pight in youre saw. {188 Pilate Say ar ther any catyffys combred that ar vnkynde? {189 Consultus Nay, lord, none that I knawe. {190 Pilate Then noy vs nomore of this noyse; {191 you carles vnkynde, who bad you call me? {192 By youre mad, maters I hald, you bot boyes, {193 And that shall ye aby, els fowll myght befall me. {194 I shall not dy in youre dett! {195 Bewshere, I byd, the vp thou take me, {196 And in my sete softly loke that thou se me sett. {197 Now shall we wytt, and that in hy, {198 If that saghe be trew that thou dyd say; {199 If I fynde the With lesyng, lad, thou shall aby, {200 fforto mell in the maters that pertenyth agans the lay. {201 Consultus Nay, sir, not so, withoutten delay, {202 The cause of my callyng is of that boy bold, {203 ffor it is saide sothely now this same day, {204 That he shuld dulfully be dede, {205 Certayn; {206 Then may youre cares be full cold, {207 If he thus sakles be slayn. {208 Pilate ffare and softly, sir, and say not to far; {209 Sett the with sorow, then semys thou the les, {210 And of the law that thou leggys be wytty and war, {211 lest I greue the greatly with dyntys expres; {212 ffals fatur, in fayth I shall slay the! {213 Thy reson vnrad I red the redres, {214 Or els of thise maters loke thou nomore mell the. {215 Consultus Why shuld I not mell of those maters that I haue you taght? {216 Thoug ye be prynce peerles withoutt any pere, {217 were not my wyse wysdom youre wyttys were in waght; {218 And that is seen expresse and playnly right here, {219 And done in dede. {220 Pilate Why, boy, bot has thou sayde? {221 Consultus yee, lorde. {222 Pilate Therfor the devyll the spede, thou carle vnkynde {223 Sich felowse myght well be on rowme! {224 ye knaw not the comon cowrs that longys to a kyng. {225 Primus Tortor Mahowne most myghtfull, he mensk you with mayn, {226 Sir pilate pereles, prynce of this prese! {227 And saue you, sir, syttand semely suffrayn! {228 we haue soght to thy sayll no sayng to sesse, {229 Bot certyfie sone; {230 ye wote that ye demyd this day apon desse, {231 we dowte not his doyng, for now is he done. {232 Pilate ye ar welcom, Iwys, ye ar worthy ay war; {233 Be it fon so of that fatur, in fayth then am I fayne. {234 Secundus Tortor we haue markyd that mytyng, nomore shall he mar; {235 we prayed you, sir pilate, to put hym to payn, {236 And we thoght it well wroght. {237 Pilate lefe syrs, let be youre laytt and loke that ye layn; {238 ffor nothyng that may be nevyn ye it noght. {239 Tercius Tortor Make myrth of that mytyng full mekyll we may, {240 And haue lykyng of oure lyfe for los of that lad; {241 Bot, syr pilate peerles, a poynt I the pray; {242 hope ye with hethyng that harnes he had {243 To hold that was hys? {244 Pilate That appentys vnto me, mafa! art thou mad? {245 I ment that no mytyng shuld, mell hym of this. {246 Primus Tortor Mefe the not, master, more if he mell, {247 ffor thou shall parte from that pelfe, thar thou not pleyte. {248 Pilate yit styrt not farer for noght that ye fell; {249 I aske this gowne of youre gyfte, it is not so greatt, {250 And yit may it agayn you. {251 Secundus Tortor how, all in fageyng? in fayth I know of youre featte, {252 ffor it fallys to vs four fyrst will I frayn you. {253 Pilate And I myster to no maner of mans bot myn. {254 Tercius Tortor yee, lord, let shere it in shredys. {255 Pilate Now that hald I good skyll! take thou this, & thou that, {256 & this shall be thyne, {257 And by lefe and by law this may leyfe styll. {258 Primus Tortor O lordyng! I weyn it is wrang, {259 To tymely I toke it, to take it the vntyll {260 The farest, and the fowllest thy felowse to fang. {261 Pilate And thou art payed of thi parte full truly I trowe. {262 Primus Tortor It is shame forto se, I am shapyn bot a shrede. {263 Secundus Tortor The hole of this harnes is holdyn to you, {264 And I am leuerd a lap is lyke to no lede, {265 ffor-tatyrd and torne. {266 Tercius Tortor By myghty mahowne that mylde is of mode, {267 If he skap with this cote it were a great skorne. {268 Pilate Now sen ye teyn so at this, take it to you {269 with all the mawgre of myn and myght of mahowne! {270 Primus Tortor Drede you not doutles, for so Will we dow; {271 Grefe you not greatly ye gett not this gowne, {272 bot in fower as it fallys. {273 Secundus Tortor had I a fawchon, then craftely to cutt it were I bowne. {274 Tercius Tortor lo it here that thou callys! {275 It is sharp with to shere, shere if thou may. {276 Secundus Tortor Euen in the mydward to marke were mastre to me. {277 Primus Tortor Most semely is in certan the seym to assay. {278 Secundus Tortor I haue soght all this syde and none can I se, {279 of greatt nor of small. {280 Pilate Bewshers, abyd you, I byd you let be! {281 I commaunde not to cutt it, bot hold, it hole all. {282 Primus Tortor Now ar we bon, for ye bad, withhald on youre hud. {283 Pilate we! harlottys! go hang you, for hole shall it be. {284 Tercius Tortor Grefe you not greatly, he saide it for gud. {285 Pilate wyst I that he spake it in spytyng of me {286 Tytt shuld I spede forto spyll hym. {287 Secundus Tortor That were hym loth, lord, by my lewte, {288 ffor-thi grauntt hym youre grace. {289 Pilate No greuans I will hym. {290 Primus Tortor Gramercy thi gudnes! {291 Pilate yee, bot greue me nomo; {292 ffull dere beys it boght {293 In fayth, if ye do. {294 Primus Tortor Shall I then saue it? {295 Pilate yee, so saide I, or to draw cutt is the lelyst, {296 and long cut, lo, this wede shall wyn. {297 Tercius Tortor Sir, to youre saying yit assent we vnto; {298 Bot oone assay, let se who shall begyn. {299 Pilate we! me falles all the fyrst, and forther shall ye. {300 Secundus Tortor Nay, drede you not doutles, for that do ye not; {301 O, he sekys as he wold, dyssaue vs now we se. {302 Tercius Tortor Bewshers, abyde you, heder haue I broght {303 thre dyse vs emang. {304 Primus Tortor That is a gam all the best, bi hym that me boght, {305 ffor at the dysyng he dos vs no wrang. {306 Pilate And I am glad of that gam; On assay, Who shall begyn? {307 Primus Tortor ffyrst shall ye, and sen after we all. {308 haue the dyse and haue done, {309 and lefe all youre dyn, {310 ffor who so has most this frog shall he fall, {311 And best of the bonys. {312 Pilate I assent to youre sayng; assay now I shall, {313 As I wold, at a wap wyn all at ones. {314 Secundus Tortor A, ha! how now! here ar a hepe. {315 Pilate haue mynde then emang you how many ther ar. {316 Tercius Tortor thretteen ar on thre, thar ye not threpe. {317 Pilate Then shall I wyn or all men be war. {318 Primus Tortor Truly lord, right so ye shall; {319 Bot grefe you not greatly, the next shall be nar {320 If I haue hap to my hand, haue here for all! {321 Pilate And I haue sene as greatt a freke of his forward falyd. {322 here ar bot Aght turnyd vp at ones. {323 Primus Tortor Aght? a, his armes, that is yll! what so me alyd, {324 I was falsly begylyd with thise byched bones; {325 Ther cursyd thay be! {326 Secundus Tortor Well I wote this wede bees won in thise wones, {327 I wold, be fayn of this frog myght it fall vnto me. {328 Pilate It bees in waght, in fayth, and, thou wyn. {329 Secundus Tortor No, bot war you away! {330 Tercius Tortor here is baddyst aboue, by mahownes bonys! {331 seuen is bot the seconde, the sothe for to say. {332 Secundus Tortor we, fy! that is shortt. {333 Tercius Tortor Do shott at thi hud! now fallys me the fyrst, {334 And I haue hap to this gowne, go now on gud; {335 The byched bones that ye be I byd you go bett; {336 ffelowse, in forward here haue I fefteen! {337 As ye wote I am worthi, won is this wede. {338 Pilate what, whistyll ye in the wenyande! where haue ye beyn? {339 Thou shall abak, bewshere, that blast I forbede. {340 Tercius Tortor here ar men vs emang, {341 lele in oure lay, will ly for no leyd, {342 And I wytnes at thaym if I wroght any wrang. {343 Primus Tortor Thou wroght no dyssaytt, for sothe, that we saw, {344 ffor-thi thou art worthi, and won is this weyd At thyn awne wyll. {345 Pilate yee, bot me pays not that playng to puf nor to blaw; {346 If he haue right I ne rek or reson thertyll, {347 I refe it hym noght. {348 Tercius Tortor haue gud day, sir, and grefe you not yll, {349 ffor if it were duble full dere is it boght. {350 Pilate Sir, sen thou has won this weyd. say will thou vowche safe {351 Of thi great gudnes this garment on me? {352 Tercius Tortor Sir, I say you certan this shall ye not haue. {353 Pilate Thou shall forthynk it, in fayth; {354 ffy, what thou art fre! {355 vnbychid, vnbayn! {356 Tercius Tortor ffor ye thrett me so throle, {357 were it sich thre {358 here I gif you this gud. {359 Pilate Now, gramercy agayn! {360 Mekill thank and myn and this shalbe ment. {361 Primus Tortor Bot I had not left it so lightly, had play me it lent. {362 Pilate No, bot he is faythfull and fre, and that shall be ment; {363 And more if I may, {364 If he myster to me, {365 amend hym I mon. {366 Tercius Tortor I vowche safe it be so, the sothe forto say. {367 Primus Tortor Now thise dyse that ar vndughty / for los of this good, {368 here I forswere hertely / by mahownes blood; {369 ffor was I neuer so happy / by mayn nor by mode, {370 To wyn with sich sotelty / to my lyfys fode, {371 As ye ken; {372 Thise dysars and thise hullars, {373 Thise cokkers and thise bollars, {374 And all purs-cuttars, {375 Bese well war of thise men. {376 Secundus Tortor ffy, fy, on thise dyse / the devill I theym take! {377 vnwytty, vnwyse / With thaym that Wold lake; {378 As fortune assyse / men wyll she make; {379 hir maners ar nyse / she can downe and vptake; {380 And rych {381 She turnes vp-so-downe, {382 And vnder abone, {383 Most chefe of renowne {384 She castys in the dyche. {385 By hir meanes she makys / dysers to sell, {386 As thay sytt and lakys / thare corne and thare catell; {387 Then cry thay and crakkys / bowne vnto batell, {388 his hyppys then bakys / no symnell {389 ffor hote. {390 Bot fare well, thryfte! {391 Is ther none other skyfte {392 Bot syfte, lady, syfte? {393 Thise dysars thay dote. {394 Tercius Tortor what commys of dysyng / I pray you hark after, {395 Bot los of good, in lakyng / and oft tymes mens slaghter! {396 Thus sorow is at partyng / at metyng if ther be laghter; {397 I red leyf sich vayn thyng / and serue god herafter, {398 ffor heuens blys; {399 That lord, is most myghty, {400 And gentyllyst of Iury, {401 we helde to hym holy; {402 how thynk ye by this? {403 Pilate well worth you all thre, most doughty in dede! {404 Of all the clerkys that I knaw, most conyng ye be, {405 By soteltes of youre sawes, youre lawes forto lede; {406 I graunt you playn powere and frenship frele, {407 I say; {408 Dew vows [garde], mon senyours! {409 Mahowne most myghty in castels and towres {410 he kepe you, lordyngys, and all youres, {411 And hauys all gud day. {412 The Deliverance of Souls Jesus My fader me from blys has send {1 Till erth for mankynde sake, {2 Adam mys forto amend, {3 My deth nede must I take. {4 I dwellyd ther thryrty yeres and two, {5 And somdele more, the sothe to say; {6 In anger, pyne, and mekyll wo, {7 I dyde on cros this day. {8 Therfor till hell now Will I go, {9 To chalange that is myne; {10 Adam, eue, and othere mo, {11 Thay shall no longer dwell in pyne. {12 The feynde theym wan With trayn, {13 Thrugh fraude of earthly fode, {14 I haue theym boght agan {15 With shedyng of my blode. {16 And now I will that stede restore, {17 which the feynde fell fro for syn; {18 Som tokyn will I send before, {19 with myrth to gar thare gammes begyn. {20 A light I will thay haue {21 To know I will com sone; {22 My body shall abyde in graue {23 Till all this dede be done. {24 Adam My brether, herkyn vnto me here! {25 More hope of helth neuer we had; {26 Fower thowsand and sex hundreth yere {27 haue we bene here in darknes stad; {28 Now se I tokyns of solace sere, {29 A gloryous gleme to make vs glad, {30 Wher thrugh I hope that help is nere, {31 That sone shall slake oure sorowes sad. {32 Eve Adam, my husband heynd, {33 This menys solace certan; {34 Sich light can on vs leynd {35 In paradyse full playn. {36 Isaiah Adam, thrugh thi syn {37 here were we put to dwell, {38 This wykyd place within; {39 The name of it is hell; {40 here paynes shall neuer blyn, {41 That wykyd ar and fell. {42 loue that lord with wyn, {43 his lyfe for vs wold sell. {44 Adam, thou well vnderstand {45 I am Isaias, so crist me kende. {46 I spake of folke in darknes walkand, {47 I saide a light shuld, on theym lende; {48 This light is all from crist commande {49 That he till vs has hedir sende, {50 Thus is my poynt proved in hand, {51 as I before to fold, it kende. {52 Simeon So may I tell of farlys feyll, {53 ffor in the tempyll his freyndys me fande, {54 Me thoght daynteth with hym to deyll, {55 I halsid hym homely with my hand; {56 I saide, lord, let thi seruandys leyll {57 pas in peasse to lyf lastande; {58 Now that myn eeyn has sene thyn hele {59 no longer lyst I lyf in lande. {60 This light thou has purvayde {61 ffor theym that lyf in lede; {62 That I before of the haue saide {63 I se it is fulfillyd in dede. {64 John the Baptist As a voce cryand I kend {65 The wayes of crist, as I well can; {66 I baptised hym with both myn hende {67 in the water of flume Iordan; {68 The holy gost from heuen discende {69 As a white dowfe downe on me than; {70 The fader voyce, oure myrthes to amende, {71 Was made to me lyke as a man; {72 "yond is my son," he saide, {73 "and which me pleasses full well," {74 his light is on vs layde, {75 and commys oure karys to kele. {76 Moyses Now this same nyght lernyng haue I, {77 to me, moyses, he shewid his myght, {78 And also to anothere oone, hely, {79 where we stud on a hill on hyght; {80 As whyte as snaw was his body, {81 his face was like the son for bright, {82 Noman on mold, was so myghty {83 grathly durst loke agans that light; {84 And that same light here se I now {85 shynyng on vs, certayn, {86 where thrugh truly I trow {87 that we shall sone pas from this payn. {88 Ribald Sen fyrst that hell was mayde / And I was put therin, {89 Sich sorow neuer ere I had, / nor hard I sich a dyn; {90 My hart begynnys to brade / my wytt waxys thyn, {91 I drede we can not be glad / thise saules mon fro vs twyn. {92 how, belsabub! bynde thise boys, / sich harow was neuer hard in hell. {93 Belzebub Out, rybald,! thou rores, / what is betyd? can thou oght tell? {94 Ribald whi, herys thou not this vgly noyse? {95 thise lurdans that in lymbo dwell. {96 Thay make menyng of many Ioyse, {97 and Muster myrthes theym emell. {98 Belzebub Myrth? nay, nay! that poynt is past, {99 more hope of helth shall thay neuer haue. {100 Ribald They cry on crist full fast, {101 And says he shall theym saue. {102 Belzebub yee, though he do not, I shall, {103 ffor they ar sparyd in specyall space; {104 whils I am prynce and pryncypall {105 they shall neuer pas out of this place. {106 Call vp astarot and anaball {107 To gyf vs counsell in this case; {108 Bell, berith, and bellyall, {109 To mar theym that sich mastry mase. {110 Say to sir satan oure syre, {111 and byd hym bryng also {112 Sir lucyfer, lufly of lyre. {113 Ribald All redy lord, I go. {114 Jesus Attollite portas, principes, vestras & eleuamini porte eternales, & introibit rex glorie. {115 Ribald out, harro, out! what devill is he {116 That callys hym kyng ouer vs all? {117 hark belzabub, com ne, {118 ffor hedusly I hard hym call. {119 Belzebub Go, spar the yates, yll mot thou the! {120 And, set the waches on the wall; {121 If that brodell com ne {122 With vs ay won he shall; {123 And if he more call or cry, {124 To make vs more debate, {125 lay on hym hardely, {126 And make hym go his gate. {127 David Nay, with hym may ye not fyght, {128 ffor he is king and conqueroure, {129 And of so mekill myght, {130 And styf in euery stoure; {131 Of hym commys all this light {132 that shynys in this bowre; {133 he is full fers in fight, {134 worthi to wyn honoure. {135 Belzebub honowre! harsto, harlot, for what dede? {136 Alle erthly men to me ar thrall; {137 That lad that thou callys lord, in lede {138 he had neuer harbor, house, ne hall. {139 how, sir sathanas! com nar {140 And hark this cursid rowte! {141 Sathanas The devill you all to-har! {142 What ales the so to showte? {143 And me, if I com nar, {144 thy brayn bot I bryst owte! {145 Belzebub Thou must com help to spar, {146 we ar beseged, abowte. {147 Sathanas Besegyd aboute! whi, who durst be so bold, {148 for drede to make on vs a fray? {149 Belzebub It is the Iew that Iudas sold, {150 ffor to be dede this othere day. {151 Sathanas how! in tyme that tale was told, {152 that trature trauesses vs all-way; {153 he shalbe here full hard, in hold, {154 bot loke he pas not, I the pray. {155 Belzebub Pas! nay, nay, he will not weynde {156 ffrom hens or it be war; {157 he shapys hym for to sheynd, {158 All hell or he go far. {159 Sathanas ffy, faturs! therof shall he fayll, {160 ffor all his fare I hym defy; {161 I know his trantes fro top to tayll, {162 he lyffys by gawdys and, glory. {163 Therby he broght furth of oure bayll {164 The lath lazare of betany, {165 Bot to the Iues I gaf counsayll {166 That thay shuld, cause hym dy; {167 I enterd, ther into Iudas, {168 that forward to fulfyll, {169 Therfor his hyere he has, {170 All wayes to won here styll. {171 Ribald Sir sathan, sen we here the say {172 thou and the Iues were at assent, {173 And wote he wan the lazare away {174 that vnto vs was taken to tent, {175 hopys thou that thou mar hym may {176 to Muster the malyce that he has ment? {177 ffor and he refe vs now oure pray {178 we will ye witt or he is went. {179 Sathanas I byd the noght abaste, {180 bot boldly make you bowne, {181 With toyles that ye intraste, {182 And dyng that dastard downe. {183 Jesus Attollite portas, principes, vestras, &c. {184 Ribald Outt, harro! what harlot is he {185 that sayes his kyngdom shalbe cryde? {186 David That may thou in sawter se, {187 for of this prynce thus ere I saide; {188 I saide that he shuld, breke {189 youre barres and bandys by name, {190 And of youre warkys take wreke; {191 now shall thou se the same. {192 Jesus ye prynces of hell open youre yate, {193 And let my folk furth gone; {194 A prynce of peasse shall enter therat {195 wheder ye will or none. {196 Ribald What art thou that spekys so? {197 Jesus A kyng of blys that hight ihesus. {198 Ribald yee, hens fast I red thou go, {199 And mell the not with vs. {200 Belzebub Oure yates I trow will last, {201 thay ar so strong I weyn; {202 Bot if oure barres brast, {203 ffor the they shall not twyn. {204 Jesus This stede shall stand, no longer stokyn; {205 open vp, and, let my pepill pas. {206 Ribald Out, harro! oure bayll is brokyn, {207 and brusten ar all oure bandys of bras! {208 Belzebub harro! oure yates begyn to crak! {209 In sonder, I trow, they go, {210 And hell, I trow, will all to-shak; {211 Alas, what I am wo! {212 Ribald lymbo is lorne, alas! {213 sir sathanas com vp; {214 This wark is wars then it was. {215 Sathanas yee, hangyd be thou on a cruke! {216 Thefys, I bad ye shuld, be bowne, {217 If he maide mastres more, {218 To dyng that dastard, downe, {219 sett hym both sad and sore. {220 Belzebub To sett hym sore, that is sone saide! {221 com thou thi self and serue hym so; {222 we may not abyde his bytter brayde, {223 he wold vs mar and we were mo. {224 Sathanas ffy, fature! wherfor were ye flayd? {225 haue ye no force to flyt hym fro? {226 loke in haste my gere be grayd, {227 my self shall to that gadlyng go. {228 how! thou belamy, abyde, {229 with all thi boste and beyr! {230 And tell me in this tyde {231 what mastres thou makys here. {232 Jesus I make no mastry bot for myne; {233 I will theym saue, that shall the sow; {234 Thou has no powere theym to pyne, {235 bot in my pryson for thare prow {236 here haue they soriornyd, noght as thyne, {237 bot in this wayrd, thou wote as how. {238 Sathanas why, were has thou bene ay syn, {239 that neuer wold negh theym nere or now? {240 Jesus Now is the tyme certan {241 My fader ordand her for, {242 That thay shuld, pas fro payn, {243 In blys to dwell for euermore. {244 Sathanas Thy fader knew I well by syght, {245 he was a wright, his meett to wyn; {246 Mary, me mynnys, thi moder hight, {247 the vtmast ende of all thy kyn; {248 Say who made the so mekill of myght? {249 Jesus Thou wykyd feynde, lett be thi dy[n]! {250 my fader wonnes in heuen on hight, {251 In blys that neuer shall blyn; {252 I am his oonly son, / his forward, to fulfyll, {253 Togeder will we won, / In sonder when we wyll. {254 Sathanas Goddys son! nay, then myght thou be glad, {255 for no catell thurt the craue; {256 Bot thou has lyffyd ay lyke a lad, {257 In sorow, and as a sympill knaue. {258 Jesus That was for the hartly luf I had {259 Vnto mans saull, it forto saue, {260 And forto make the masyd and mad, {261 And for that reson rufully to rafe. {262 My godhede here I hyd {263 In mary, moder myne, {264 where it shall neuer by kyd {265 to the ne none of thyne. {266 Sathanas how now? this wold I were told, in towne; {267 thou says god is thi syre; {268 I shall the prove by good reson {269 thou moyttys as man dos into myre. {270 To breke thi byddyng they were full bowne, {271 And soyn they wroght at my desyre; {272 ffrom paradise thou putt theym downe, {273 In hell here to haue thare hyre; {274 And thou thy self, by day and nyght, {275 taght euer all men emang, {276 Euer to do reson and right, {277 And here thou wyrkys all wrang. {278 Jesus I wyrk no wrang, that shall thou wytt, {279 if I my men fro wo will wyn; {280 My prophetys playnly prechyd it, {281 All the noytys that I begyn; {282 They saide that I shuld be that ilke {283 In hell where I shuld intre in, {284 To saue my seruandys fro that pytt {285 where dampnyd saullys shall syt for syn. {286 And ilke true prophete tayll {287 shalbe fulfillid, in me; {288 I haue thaym boght fro bayll, {289 in blis now shall they be. {290 Sathanas Now sen thou lyst to legge the lawes, {291 thou shalbe tenyd or we twyn, {292 ffor those that thou to witnes drawes {293 ffull euen agans the shall begyn; {294 As salamon saide in his sawes, {295 who that ones commys hell within {296 he shall neuer owte, as clerkys knawes, {297 therfor, belamy, let be thy dyn. {298 Iob thi seruande also {299 In his tyme can tell {300 That nawder freynde nor fo {301 shall fynde relese in hell. {302 Jesus he sayde full soyth, that shall thou se, {303 In hell shalbe no relese, {304 Bot of that place then ment he {305 where synfull care shall euer encrese. {306 In that bayll ay shall thou be, {307 where sorowes seyr shall neuer sesse, {308 And my folke that were most fre {309 shall pas vnto the place of peasse; {310 ffor they were here with my will, {311 And so thay shall furth weynde; {312 Thou shall thiself fulfyll {313 euer wo withoutten ende. {314 Sathanas Whi, and will thou take theym all me fro? {315 then thynk me thou art vnkynde; {316 Nay, I pray the do not so; {317 Vmthynke the better in thy mynde; {318 Or els let me with the go, {319 I pray the leyffe me not behynde! {320 Jesus Nay, tratur, thou shall won in wo, {321 and till a stake I shall the bynde. {322 Sathanas Now here I how thou menys emang, {323 with mesure and malyce forto mell; {324 Bot sen thou says it shalbe lang, {325 yit som let all-wayes with vs dwell. {326 Jesus Yis, wytt thou well, els were greatt wrang; {327 thou shall haue caym that slo abell, {328 And all that hastys theym self to hang, {329 As dyd Iudas and architophell; {330 And daton and abaron / and all of thare assent, {331 Cursyd tyranttys euer ilkon / that me and myn tormente. {332 And all that will not lere my law, {333 That I haue left in land, for new, {334 That makys my commyng knaw, {335 And all my sacramentys persew; {336 My deth, my rysyng, red by raw, {337 Who trow thaym not thay ar vntrewe; {338 vnto my dome I shall theym draw, {339 And Iuge theym wars then and Iew. {340 And thay that lyst to lere / my law, and lyf therby, {341 Shall neuer haue harmes here, / bot welth as is worthy. {342 Sathanas Now here my hand, I hold, me payde, {343 thise poyntys ar playnly for my prow; {344 If this be trew that thou has saide, {345 we shall haue mo then we haue now; {346 Thies lawes that thou has late here laide, {347 I shall theym lere not to alow; {348 If thay myn take thay ar betraide, {349 and I shall turne theym tytt I trow. {350 I shall walk eest, I shall walk west, {351 and gar theym wyrk well war. {352 Jesus Nay feynde, thou shalbe feste, {353 that thou shall flyt no far. {354 Sathanas ffeste? fy! that were a wykyd treson! {355 belamy, thou shalbe smytt. {356 Jesus Devill, I commaunde the to go downe {357 into thi sete where thou shall syt. {358 Sathanas Alas, for doyll and care! {359 I synk into hell pyt! {360 Ribald Sir sathanas, so saide I are, {361 now shall thou haue a fytt. {362 Jesus Com now furth, my childer all, {363 I forgyf you youre mys; {364 With me now go ye shall {365 to Ioy and endles blys. {366 Adam lord, thou art full mekyll of myght, {367 that mekys thiself on this manere, {368 To help vs all as thou had vs hight, {369 when both forfett I and my fere; {370 here haue we dwelt withoutten light {371 Fower thousand and sex hundreth yere; {372 Now se we by this solempne sight {373 now that thi mercy makys vs dere. {374 Eve lord, we were worthy / more tornamentys to tast; {375 Thou help vs lord with thy mercy / as thou of myght is mast. {376 John the Baptist lord, I loue the inwardly, {377 that me wold, make thi messyngere, {378 Thi commyng in erth to cry, {379 and tech thi fayth to folk in fere; {380 Sythen before the forto dy, {381 to bryng theym bodword that be here, {382 how thay shuld haue thi help in hy, {383 now se I all those poyntys appere. {384 Moyses Dauid, thi prophete trew, {385 oft tymes told, vnto vs, {386 Of thi commyng he knew, {387 and saide it shuld, be thus. {388 David As I saide ere yit say I so, {389 "ne derelinquas, domine, {390 Animam meam in inferno;" {391 "leyfe neuer my saull, lord, after the, {392 In depe hell wheder dampned, shall go; {393 suffre thou neuer thi sayntys to se {394 The sorow of thaym that won in wo, {395 ay full of fylth, and may not fle." {396 Moyses Make myrth both more and les, {397 and loue oure lord we may, {398 That has broght vs fro bytternes {399 In blys to abyde for ay. {400 Isaiah Thefor now let vs syng {401 to loue oure lord ihesus; {402 Vnto his blys he will vs bryng, {403 Te deum laudamus. {404 The Resurrection of the Lord Pilate Peasse, I warne you, woldys in wytt! {1 And standys on syde or els go sytt, {2 ffor here ar men that go not yit, {3 And lordys of me[kill] myght; {4 We thynk to abyde, and not to flytt, {5 I tell you euery wight. {6 Spare youre spech, ye brodels bold, {7 And sesse youre cry till I haue told, {8 What that my worship wold, {9 here in thise wonys; {10 whoso that wyghtly nold, {11 ffull hy bese hanged his bonys. {12 wote ye not that I am pilate, {13 That satt apon the Iustyce late, {14 At caluarie where I was att {15 This day at morne? {16 I am he, that great state, {17 That lad has all to-torne. {18 Now sen that lothly losell is thus ded, {19 I haue great ioy in my manhede, {20 Therfor wold, I in ilk sted, {21 It were tayn hede, {22 If any felowse felow his red, {23 Or more his law wold lede. {24 ffor and I knew it, cruelly {25 his lyfe bees lost, and that shortly, {26 that he were better hyng ful hy {27 On galow tre; {28 Therfor ye prelatys shuld, aspy {29 If any sich be. {30 As I am man of myghtys most, {31 If ther be any that blow sich bost, {32 with tormentys keyn bese he indost {33 ffor euermore; {34 The devill to hell shall harry hys goost, {35 Bot I say nomore. {36 Caiaphas Sir, ye thar nothyng be dredand, {37 ffor centurio, I vnderstand, {38 youre knyght is left abydand {39 Right ther behynde; {40 We left hym ther, for man most wyse, {41 If any rybaldys wold oght ryse, {42 To sesse theym to the next assyse, {43 And then forto make ende. {44 Centurion A, blyssyd lord adonay, {45 what may this meruell sygnyfy {46 That here was shewyd so openly {47 vnto oure sight, {48 When the rightwys man can dy {49 that ihesus hight? {50 heuen it shoke abone, {51 Of shynyng blan both son and moyne, {52 And dede men also rose vp sone, {53 Outt of thare grafe; {54 And stones in wall anone {55 In sonder brast and clafe. {56 Ther was seen many a full sodan sight, {57 Oure prynces, for sothe, dyd nothyng right, {58 And so I saide to theym on hight, {59 As it is trew, {60 That he was most of myght, {61 The son of god, ihesu. {62 ffowlys in the ayer and fish in floode, {63 That day changid thare mode, {64 when that he was rent on rode, {65 That lord veray; {66 ffull well thay vnderstode {67 That he was slayn that day. {68 Therfor right as I meyn / to theym fast will I ryde, {69 To wyt withoutten weyn / what they will say this tyde {70 Of this enfray; {71 I will no longer abyde {72 bot fast ride on my way. {73 God saue you, syrs, on euery syde! {74 Worship and welth in warld so wyde! {75 Pilate Centurio, welcom this tyde, {76 Oure comly knyght! {77 Centurion God graunt you grace well forto gyde, {78 And rewll you right. {79 Pilate Centurio, welcom, draw nere hand! {80 Tell vs son tythyngys here emang, {81 ffor ye haue gone thrughoutt oure land, {82 ye know ilk dele. {83 Centurion Sir, I drede me ye haue done wrang {84 And wonder yll. {85 Caiaphas wonder yll? I pray the why? {86 declare that to this company. {87 Centurion So shall I, sir, full securly, {88 with all my mayn; {89 The rightwys man, I meyn, hym by {90 that ye haue slayn. {91 Pilate Centurio, sese of sich saw; {92 ye ar a greatt man of oure law, {93 And if we shuld any wytnes draw, {94 To vs excuse, {95 To mayntene vs euermore ye aw, {96 And noght refuse. {97 Centurion To mayntene trowth is well worthy; {98 I saide when I sagh hym dy, {99 That it was godys son almyghty, {100 That hang thore; {101 So say I yit and abydys therby, {102 ffor euermore. {103 Anna yee, sir, sich resons may ye rew, {104 Thou shuld not neuen sich notes new, {105 Bot thou couth any tokyns trew, {106 vntill vs tell. {107 Centurion Sich wonderfull case neuer ere ye knew {108 As then befell. {109 Caiaphas we pray the tell vs, of what thyng? {110 Centurion Of elymentys, both old, and ying, {111 In thare manere maide greatt mowrnyng, {112 In ilka stede; {113 Thay knew by contenaunce that thare kyng {114 was done to dede. {115 The son for wo it waxed all wan, {116 The moyn and starnes of shynyng blan, {117 And erth it tremlyd as a man {118 Began to speke; {119 The stone, that neuer was styrryd or than, {120 In sonder brast and breke; {121 And dede men rose vp bodely, both greatt and small. {122 Pilate Centurio, bewar with all! {123 ye wote the clerkys the clyppys it call {124 Sich sodan sight; {125 That son and moyne a seson shall {126 lak of thare light. {127 Caiaphas Sir, and if that dede men ryse vp bodely, {128 That may be done thrugh socery, {129 Therfor nothyng we sett therby, {130 that be thou bast. {131 Centurion Sir, that I saw truly, {132 That shall I euermore trast. {133 Not for that ilk warke that ye dyd wyrke, {134 Not oonly for the son wex myrke, {135 Bot how the vayll rofe in the kyrke, {136 ffayn wyt I wold. {137 Pilate A, sich tayles full sone wold make vs yrke, {138 if thay were told. {139 harlot! wherto commys thou vs emang {140 with sich lesyngys vs to fang? {141 Weynd furth! hy myght thou hang, {142 Vyle fatur! {143 Caiaphas Weynd furth in the Wenyande, {144 And hold styll thy clattur. {145 Centurion Sirs, sen ye set not by my saw, / haues now good day! {146 God lene you grace to knaw / the sothe all way. {147 Anna with draw the fast, sen thou the dredys, {148 ffor we shall well mayntene oure dedys. {149 Pilate Sich wonderfull resons as now redys {150 were neuer beforne, {151 Caiaphas To neuen this note nomore vs nedys, {152 nawder euen nor morne, {153 Bot forto be war of more were {154 That afterward myght do vs dere, {155 Therfor, sir, whils ye ar here {156 vs all emang, {157 Avyse you of thise sawes sere {158 how thay will stand. {159 ffor ihesus saide full openly {160 Vnto the men that yode hym by, {161 A thyng that grevys all Iury, {162 And right so may, {163 That he shuld, ryse vp bodely {164 within the thryde day. {165 If it be so, as myght I spede, {166 The latter dede is more to drede {167 Then was the fyrst, if we take hede {168 And tend therto; {169 Avyse you, sir, for it is nede, {170 the best to do. {171 Anna Sir, neuer the les if he saide so, {172 he hase no myght to ryse and go, {173 Bot his dyscypyls steyll his cors vs fro {174 And bere away; {175 That were till vs, and othere mo, {176 A fowll enfray. {177 Then wold the pepyll say euerilkon {178 That he were rysen hym self alon, {179 Therfor ordan to kepe that stone {180 with knyghtys heynd, {181 To thise thre dayes be commen and gone {182 And broght till ende. {183 Pilate Now, certys sir, full well ye say, {184 And for this ilk poynt to puruay {185 I shall, if that I may; {186 he shall not ryse, {187 Nor none shall wyn hym thens away {188 of nokyns wyse. {189 Sir knyghtys, that ar of dedys dughty, {190 And chosen for chefe of cheualry, {191 As I may me in you affy, {192 By day and nyght, {193 ye go and kepe ihesu body {194 with all youre myght; {195 And for thyng that be may, {196 kepe hym well vnto the thryd day, {197 That no tratur steyll his cors you fray, {198 Out of that sted; {199 ffor if ther do, truly I say, {200 ye shall be dede. {201 Primus Miles yis, sir pilate, in certan, {202 we shall hym kepe with all oure mayn; {203 Ther shall no tratur with no trayn {204 Steyll hym vs fro; {205 Sir knyghtys, take gere that best may gayn, {206 And let vs go. {207 Secundus Miles yis, certys, we are all redy bowne, {208 we shall hym kepe till youre renowne; {209 On euery syde lett vs sytt downe, {210 we all in fere; {211 And I shall fownde to crak his crowne {212 whoso commys here. {213 Primus Miles who shuld be where, fayn wold I wytt. {214 Secundus Miles Euen on this syde wyll I sytt. {215 Tercius Miles And I shall fownde his feete to flytt. {216 Quartus Miles we ther shrew ther! {217 Now by mahowne, fayn wold I wytt {218 who durst com here {219 This cors with treson forto take, {220 ffor if it were the burnand drake {221 Of me styfly he gatt a strake, {222 haue here my hand; {223 To thise thre dayes be past, {224 This cors I dar warand. {225 Jesus Erthly man, that I haue wroght, {226 wightly wake, and slepe thou noght! {227 with bytter bayll I haue the boght, {228 To make the fre; {229 Into this dongeon depe I soght {230 And all for luf of the. {231 Behold how dere I wold the by! {232 My woundys ar weytt and all blody; {233 The, synfull man, full dere boght I {234 With tray and teyn; {235 Thou fyle the noght eft for-thy, {236 Now art thou cleyn. {237 Clene haue I mayde the, synfull man, {238 With wo and wandreth I the wan, {239 ffrom harte and syde the blood out ran, {240 Sich was my pyne; {241 Thou must me luf that thus gaf than {242 My lyfe for thyne. {243 Thou synfull man that by me gase, {244 Tytt vnto me thou turne thi face; {245 Behold, my body, in ilka place {246 how it was dight; {247 All to-rent and all to-shentt, {248 Man, for thy plight. {249 With cordes enewe and ropys toghe {250 The Iues fell my lymmes out-drogh, {251 ffor that I was not mete enoghe {252 vnto the bore; {253 with hard stowndys thise depe woundys {254 Tholyd I thefore. {255 A crowne of thorne, that is so kene, {256 Thay set apon my hede for tene, {257 Two thefys hang thai me betwene, {258 All for dyspyte; {259 This payn ilk dele thou shall wyt wele, {260 May I the wyte. {261 Behald my shankes and my knees, {262 Myn armes and my thees; {263 Behold me well, looke what thou sees, {264 Bot sorow and pyne; {265 Thus was I spylt, man, for thi gylt, {266 And not for myne. {267 And yit more vnderstand thou shall; {268 In stede of drynk thay gaf me gall, {269 Asell thay menged it withall, {270 The Iues fell; {271 The payn I haue, tholyd I to saue {272 Mans saull from hell. {273 Behold, my body how Iues it dang {274 with knottys of whyppys and scorges strang; {275 As stremes of well the bloode out sprang {276 On euery syde; {277 knottes where thay hyt, well may thou wytt, {278 Maide woundys wyde. {279 And therfor thou shall vnderstand {280 In body, heed, feete, and hand, {281 ffour hundreth woundys and fyue thowsand {282 here may thou se; {283 And therto neyn were delt full euen {284 ffor luf of the. {285 Behold, on me noght els is lefte, {286 And or that thou were fro me refte, {287 All thise paynes wold I thole efte {288 And for the dy; {289 here may thou se that I luf the, {290 Man, faythfully. {291 Sen I for luf, man, boght the dere, {292 As thou thi self the sothe sees here, {293 I pray the hartely, with good chere, {294 luf me agane; {295 That it lyked me that I for the {296 tholyd all this payn. {297 If thou thy lyfe in syn haue led, {298 Mercy to ask be not adred; {299 The leste drope I for the bled {300 Myght clens the soyn, {301 All the syn the warld with in {302 If thou had done. {303 I was well wrother with Iudas {304 ffor that he wold not ask me no grace, {305 Then I was for his trespas {306 That he me sold; {307 I was redy to shew mercy, {308 Aske none he wold. {309 lo how I hold myn armes on brede, {310 The to saue ay redy mayde; {311 That I great luf ay to the had, {312 well may thou knaw! {313 Som luf agane I wold, full fayn {314 Thou wold me shaw. {315 Bot luf noght els aske I of the, {316 And that thou fownde fast syn to fle; {317 pyne the to lyf in charyte {318 Both nyght and day; {319 Then in my blys that neuer shall mys {320 Thou shall dwell ay. {321 ffor I am veray prynce of peasse, {322 And synnes seyr I may releasse, {323 And whoso will of synnes seasse {324 And mercy cry, {325 I grauntt theym here a measse {326 In brede, myn awne body. {327 [That ilk veray brede of lyfe {328 Becommys my fleshe in wordys fyfe; {329 who so it resaues in syn or stryfe {330 Bese dede for euer; {331 And whoso it takys in rightwys lyfe {332 Dy shall he neuer.] {333 Maria Magdalene Alas! to dy with doyll am I dyght! {334 In warld was neuer a wofuller wight, {335 I drope, I dare, for seyng of sight {336 That I can se; {337 My lord, that mekill was of myght, {338 Is ded, fro me. {339 Alas! that I shuld se hys pyne, {340 Or that I shuld, his lyfe tyne, {341 ffor to ich sore he was medecyne {342 And boytte of all; {343 help and hold, to euer ilk hyne {344 To hym wold call. {345 Maria Jacobi Alas! how stand I on my feete {346 when I thynk on his woundys wete! {347 Ihesus, that was on luf so swete, {348 And neuer dyd yll, {349 Is dede and grafen vnder the grete, {350 withoutten skyll. {351 Maria Salome withoutten skyll thise Iues ilkon {352 That lufly lord thay haue hym slone, {353 And trespas dyd he neuer none, {354 In nokyn sted. {355 To whom shall we now make oure mone? {356 Oure lord is ded. {357 Maria Magdalene Sen he is ded, my systers dere, {358 weynd we will with full good chere. {359 with oure anoyntmentys fare and clere {360 That we haue broght, {361 ffor to anoyntt his woundys sere, {362 That Iues hym wroght. {363 Maria Jacobus Go we then, my systers fre, {364 ffor sore me longis his cors to see, {365 Bot I wote neuer how best may be; {366 help haue we none, {367 And which shall of vs systers thre {368 remefe the stone? {369 Maria Salome That do we not bot we were mo, {370 ffor it is hogh and heuy also. {371 Maria Magdalene Systers, we thar no farther go {372 Ne make mowrnyng; {373 I se two syt where we weynd to, {374 In whyte clothyng. {375 Maria Jacobi Certys, the sothe is not to hyde, {376 The graue stone is put besyde. {377 Maria Salome Certys, for thyng that may betyde, {378 Now will we weynde {379 To late the luf, and with hym byde, {380 that was oure freynde. {381 Primus Angelus ye mowrnyng women in youre thoght, {382 here in this place whome haue ye soght? {383 Maria Magdalene Ihesu that vnto ded was broght, {384 Oure lord so fre. {385 Secundus angelus Certys, women, here is he noght; {386 Com nere and se. {387 Primus Angelus he is not here, the sothe to say, {388 The place is voyde ther in he lay; {389 The sudary here se ye may {390 was on hym layde; {391 he is rysen and gone his way, {392 As he you sayde. {393 Secundus angelus Euen as he saide so done has he, {394 he is rysen thrugh his pauste; {395 he shalbe fon in galale, {396 In fleshe and fell; {397 To his dyscypyls now weynd ye, {398 And thus thaym tell. {399 Maria Magdalene My systers fre, sen it is so, {400 That he is resyn the deth thus fro, {401 As saide till vs thise angels two, {402 Oure lord and leche, {403 As ye haue hard, where that ye go {404 Loke that ye preche. {405 Maria Jacobi As we haue hard so shall we say; {406 Mare, oure syster, haue good day! {407 Maria Magdalene Now veray god, as he well may, {408 Man most of myght, {409 he wysh you, systers, well in youre way, {410 And rewle you right. {411 Alas, what shall now worth on me? {412 My catyf hart wyll breke in thre {413 when that I thynk on that ilk bodye {414 how it was spylt; {415 Thrugh feete and handys nalyd was he {416 Withoutten gylt. {417 withoutten gylt then was he tayn, {418 That lufly lord, thay haue hym slayn, {419 And tryspas dyd he neuer nane, {420 Ne yit no mys {421 It was my gylt he was fortayn, {422 And nothing his. {423 how myght I, bot I lufyd that swete {424 That for me suffred woundys wete, {425 Sythen to be grafen vnder the grete, {426 Sich kyndnes kythe; {427 Ther is nothyng till that we mete {428 may make me blythe. {429 Primus Miles Outt, alas! what shall I say? {430 where is the cors that here in lay? {431 Secundus Miles what alys the man? he is away {432 That we shuld tent! {433 Primus Miles Ryse vp and se. {434 Secundus Miles harrow! thefe! for ay I cownte vs shent! {435 Tercius Miles what devyll alys you two {436 sich nose and cry thus forto may? {437 Secundus Miles ffor he is gone. {438 Tercius Miles Alas, wha? {439 Secundus Miles he that here lay. {440 Tercius Miles harrow! devill! how swa gat he away? {441 Quartus Miles what, is he thus-gatys from vs went, {442 The fals tratur that here was lentt, {443 That we truly to tent {444 had vndertane? {445 Certanly I tell vs shent {446 holly ilkane. {447 Primus Miles Alas, what shall I do this day {448 Sen this tratur is won away? {449 And safely, syrs, I dar well say {450 he rose alon. {451 Secundus Miles wytt sir pilate of this enfray {452 we mon be slone. {453 Quartus Miles wote ye well he rose in dede? {454 Secundus Miles I sagh myself when that he yede. {455 Primus Miles when that he styrryd out of the steed {456 None couth it ken. {457 Quartus Miles Alas, hard hap was on my hede {458 emang all men. {459 Tercius Miles ye, bot wyt sir pilate of this dede, {460 That we were slepand when he yede, {461 we mon forfett, withoutten drede, {462 All that we haue. {463 Quartus Miles we must make lees, for that is nede, {464 Oure self to saue. {465 Primus Miles That red I well, so myght I go. {466 Secundus Miles And I assent therto also. {467 Tercius Miles A thowsand shall I assay, and mo, {468 well armed ilkon, {469 Com and toke his cors vs fro, {470 had vs here slone. {471 Quartus Miles Nay, certys, I hold ther none so good {472 As say the sothe right as it stude, {473 how that he rose with mayn and mode, {474 And went his way; {475 To sir pilate, if he be wode, {476 Thus dar I say. {477 Primus Miles why, and dar thou to sir pilate go {478 with thise tythyngys, and tell hym so? {479 Secundus Miles So red I that we do also, {480 we dy bot oones. {481 Tercius Miles Now he that wroght vs all this wo {482 wo worth his bones! {483 Quartus Miles Go we sam, sir knyghtys heynd, {484 Sen we shall to sir pilate weynd, {485 I trow that we shall parte no freynd, {486 Or that we pas. {487 Primus Miles Now and I shall tell ilka word till ende, {488 right as it was. {489 Sir pilate, prynce withoutten peyr, {490 Sir Cayphas and Anna both in fere, {491 And all the lordys aboute you there, {492 To neuen by name; {493 Mahowne you saue on sydys sere {494 ffro syn and shame. {495 Pilate ye ar welcom, oure knyghtys so keyn, {496 A mekill myrth now may we meyn, {497 Bot tell vs som talkyng vs betwene, {498 How ye haue wroght. {499 Primus Miles Oure walkyng, lord, withoutten wene, {500 Is worth to noght. {501 Caiaphas To noght? alas, seasse of sich saw. {502 Secundus Miles The prophete ihesu, that ye well knaw, {503 Is rysen, and went fro vs on raw, {504 with mayn and myght. {505 Pilate Therfor the devill the all to-draw, {506 vyle recrayd knyght! {507 what! combred cowardys I you call! {508 lett ye hym pas fro you all? {509 Tercius Miles Sir, ther was none that durst do bot small {510 when that he yede. {511 Quartus Miles we were so ferde we can d,owne fall, {512 And qwoke for drede. {513 Primus Miles we were so rad, euerilkon, {514 when that he put besyde the stone, {515 we quoke for ferd, and durst styr none, {516 And sore we were abast. {517 Pilate whi, bot rose he bi hym self alone? {518 Secundus Miles ye, lord, that be ye trast, {519 we hard neuer on euyn ne morne, {520 Nor yit oure faders vs beforne, {521 Sich melody, myd-day ne morne, {522 As was maide thore. {523 Pilate Alas, then ar oure lawes forlorne {524 ffor euer more! {525 A, devill! what shall now worth of this? {526 This warld farys with quantys; {527 I pray you, Cayphas, ye vs wys {528 Of this enfray. {529 Caiaphas Sir, and I couth oght by my clergys, {530 ffayn wold I say. {531 Anna To say the best for sothe I shall; {532 It shalbe profett for vs all, {533 yond knyghtys behovys thare wordys agane call, {534 how he is myst; {535 we wold not, for thyng that myght befall, {536 That no man wyst: {537 And therfor of youre curtessie {538 Gyf theym a rewarde for-thy. {539 Pilate Of this counsell well paide am I, {540 It shalbe thus. {541 Sir knyghtys, that ar of dedys doghty, {542 Take tent till vs; {543 herkyns now how ye shall say, {544 where so ye go by nyght or day; {545 Ten thowsand men of good aray {546 Cam you vntill, {547 And thefyshly toke his cors you fray {548 Agans youre will. {549 loke ye say thus in euery land, {550 And therto on this couande {551 Ten thowsand pounds haue in youre hande {552 To youre rewarde; {553 And my frenship, I vnderstande, {554 Shall not be sparde; {555 Bot loke ye say as we haue kende. {556 Primus Miles yis, sir, as mahowne me mende, {557 In ilk contree where so we lende {558 By nyght or day, {559 where so we go, where so we weynd, {560 Thus shall we say. {561 Pilate The blyssyng of mahowne be with you nyght and day! {562 Maria Magdalene Say me, garthymere, I the pray, {563 If thou bare oght my lord away; {564 Tell me the sothe, say me not nay, {565 where that he lyys, {566 And I shall remeue hym if I may, {567 On any kyn wyse. {568 Jesus woman, why wepys thou? be styll! {569 whome sekys thou? say me thy wyll, {570 And nyk me not with nay. {571 Maria Magdalene ffor my lord I lyke full yll; {572 The stede thou bare his body tyll {573 Tell me I the pray; {574 And I shall if I may / his body bere with me, {575 Vnto myn endyng day / the better shuld I be. {576 Jesus woman, woman, turn thi thoght! {577 wyt thou well I hyd hym noght, {578 Then bare hym nawre with me; {579 Go seke, loke if thou fynde hym oght. {580 Maria Magdalene In fayth I haue hym soght, {581 Bot nawre he will fond, be. {582 Jesus why, what was he to the / In sothfastnes to say? {583 Maria Magdalene A! he was to me / no longer dwell I may. {584 Jesus Mary, thou sekys thy god, and that am I. {585 Maria Magdalene Rabony, my lord so dere! {586 Now am I hole that thou art here, {587 Suffer me to negh the nere, {588 And kys thi feete; {589 Myght I do so, so well me were, {590 ffor thou art swete. {591 Jesus Nay, mary, neghe thou not me, {592 ffor to my fader, tell I the, {593 yit stevynd I noght; {594 Tell my brethere I shall be {595 Before theym all in trynyte {596 whose will that I haue wroght. {597 To peasse now ar thay boght / that prysond, were in pyne, {598 wherfor thou thank in thoght / god, thi lord and myne {599 Mary thou shall weynde me fro, {600 Myn erand shall thou grathly go, {601 In no fowndyng thou fall; {602 To my dyscypyls say thou so, {603 That wilsom ar and lappyd in wo, {604 That I thaym socoure shall. {605 By name peter thou call / and say that I shall be {606 Before hym and theym all / my self in galyle. {607 Maria Magdalene lord, I shall make my vyage {608 to tell theym hastely; {609 ffro thay here that message {610 thay will be all mery. {611 This lord was slayn, alas for-thy, {612 ffalsly spylt, noman wyst why, {613 whore he dyd mys; {614 Bot with hym spake I bodely, {615 ffor-thi commen is my blys. {616 Mi blys is commen, my care is gone, {617 That lufly haue I mett alone; {618 I am as blyth in bloode and bone {619 As euer was wight; {620 Now is he resyn that ere was slone, {621 Mi hart is light. {622 I am as light as leyfe on tre, {623 ffor ioyfull sight that I can se, {624 ffor well I wote that it was he {625 My lord ihesu; {626 he that betrayde that fre {627 sore may he rew. {628 To galyle now will I fare, {629 And his dyscyples cach from care; {630 I wote that thay will mowrne no mare, {631 Commyn is thare blys; {632 That worthi childe that mary bare {633 he amende youre mys. {634 The Pilgrims Cleophas Almyghty god, ihesu! ihesu {1 That borne was of a madyn fre, {2 Thou was a lord and prophete trew, {3 whyls thou had lyfe on lyfe to be {4 Emangys thise men; {5 yll was thou ded, so wo is me {6 that I it ken! {7 I ken it well that thou was slayn {8 Oonly for me and all mankynde; {9 Therto thise Iues were full bayn. {10 Alas! why was thou, man, so blynde {11 Thi lord to slo? {12 On hym why wold thou haue no mynde, {13 bot bett hym blo? {14 Blo thou bett hym bare / his brest thou maide all blak, {15 his woundes all wete thay ware / Alas, withoutten lak! {16 Lucas That lord, alas, that leche / that was so meke and mylde, {17 So well that couth vs preche / with syn was neuer fylde; {18 he was full bayn to preche / vs all from warkes wylde, {19 his ded it will me drech, / ffor thay hym so begylde {20 This day; {21 Alas, why dyd thay so {22 To tug hym to and fro? {23 ffrom hym wold thay not go {24 To his lyfe was away. {25 Cleophas Thise cursyd Iues, euer worth thaym wo! {26 Oure lord, oure master, to ded gart go, {27 All sakles thay gart hym slo {28 Apon the rode, {29 And forto bete his body blo {30 Thay thoght full good. {31 Lucas Thou says full sothe, thay dyd hym payn, {32 And therto were thay euer fayn. {33 Thay wold no leyf or he was slayn {34 And done to ded; {35 ffor-thi we mowrne with mode and mayn, {36 with rufull red. {37 Cleophas yee, rufully may we it rew, {38 ffor hym that was so good and trew, {39 That thrugh the falshede of a Iew {40 was thus betrayd; {41 Therfor oure sorow is euer new, {42 Oure ioy is layd. {43 Lucas Certys, it was a wonder thyng {44 That thay wold for no tokynyng, {45 Ne yit for his techyng, {46 Trast in that trew; {47 Thay myght haue sene in his doyng {48 full great vertu. {49 Cleophas ffor all that thay to hym can say {50 he answard neuer with yee, ne nay, {51 Bot as a lam meke was he ay, {52 ffor all thare threte; {53 he spake neuer, by nyght ne day, {54 No wordes greatte. {55 Lucas All if he wor withoutten plight, {56 Vnto the ded yit thay hym dight; {57 If he had neuer so mekill myght {58 he suffred all; {59 he stud as still, that bright, {60 As stone in wall. {61 Cleophas Alas, for doyll! what was thare skyll {62 That precyous lord so forto spill? {63 And he seruyd neuer none yll {64 In worde, ne dede; {65 Bot prayd for theym his fader till {66 To ded when that he yede. {67 Lucas When I thynk on his passyon, {68 And on his moder how she can swoyn, {69 To dy nere am I bowne, {70 ffor sorow I sagh hir make; {71 Vnder the crosse when she fell downe, {72 ffor hir son sake. {73 Cleophas Me thynk my hart is full of wo {74 when I sagh hym to ded go; {75 Th[e] wekyd Iues thay were so thro {76 To wyrk hym woghe, {77 his fare body thay maide full blo {78 with strokes enoghe. {79 Lucas Me thynk my hart droppys all in bloode {80 when I sagh hym hyng on the roode, {81 And askyd a drynk, with full mylde mode, {82 Right than in hy; {83 Asell and gall, that was not good, {84 Thay broght hym then truly. {85 Cleophas was neuer man in no-kyns steede {86 That suffred half so greatt mysdede {87 As he, to ded or that he yede, {88 Ne yit the care; {89 ffor-thi full carefull is my red {90 where soeuer I fare. {91 Lucas where so I fare he is my mynde, {92 Bot when I thynk on hym so kynde, {93 how sore gyltles that he was pyynde {94 Apon a tre, {95 Vnethes may I hold, my mynde, {96 So sore myslykys me. {97 Jesus Pylgrymes, whi make ye this mone, {98 And walk so rufully by the way? {99 haue ye youre gates vngrathly gone? {100 Or what you alys to me ye say. {101 what wordes ar you two emange, {102 That ye here so sadly gang? {103 To here theym eft full sore I lang, {104 here of yow two; {105 It semys ye ar in sorow strang, {106 here as ye go. {107 Cleophas what way, for shame, man, has thou tayn {108 That thou wote not of this affray? {109 Thow art a man by the alane, {110 Thow may not pleasse me to my pay. {111 Jesus I pray you, if it be youre will, {112 Those Wordys ye wold, reherse me tyll; {113 ye ar all heuy and lykys yll {114 here in this way; {115 If ye will now shew me youre [wyll] {116 I wold you pray. {117 Lucas Art thou a pilgreme thi self alone, {118 walkand in contry bi thyn oone, {119 And wote not what is commen and gone {120 within few dayes? {121 Me thynk thou shuld make mone, {122 And wepe here in thi wayes. {123 Jesus whi, what is done can ye me say {124 In this land this ylk day? {125 Is ther fallen any affray {126 In land awre whare? {127 If ye can, me tell I you pray, {128 Or that I farthere fare. {129 Cleophas why, knowys thou not what thyng is done {130 here at Ierusalem thus sone, {131 Thrugh wykyd Iues, withoutten hone, {132 And noght lang syn? {133 flor the trewe prophete make we this mone, {134 And for his pyne. {135 Lucas yee for ihesu of nazarene, {136 That was a prophete true and clene, {137 In word, in wark, full meke, I wene, {138 And that fonde we; {139 And so has he full long bene, {140 As mot I the, {141 To god and to the people bath; {142 Therfor thise daies he has takyn skath, {143 Vnto the ded, withoutten hagh, {144 Thise Iues hym dight; {145 ffor-thi for hym thus walk we wrath {146 By day and nyght. {147 Cleophas Thise wykyd Iues trayed hym with gyle {148 To thare high preestys within a whyle, {149 And to thare prynces thay can hym fyle, {150 withoutten drede; {151 Apon a crosse, noght hens a myle, {152 To ded he yede. {153 Lucas we trowyd that it was he truly {154 his awne lyfe agane shuld by, {155 As it is told in prophecy {156 Of Cristys doyng; {157 And, certys, thay will neuer ly {158 ffor noykyns thyng. {159 ffro he was of the crosse tayn {160 he was layde full sone agane {161 In a graue, vnder a stane, {162 And that we saw; {163 wheder he be rysen and gane {164 yit we ne knaw. {165 Jesus Pilgremes, in speche ye are full awth, {166 That shall I well declare you why, {167 ye haue it hart, and that is rawth, {168 ye can no better stand therby, {169 Thyng that ye here; {170 And prophetys told it openly {171 On good manere. {172 Thay saide a childe there shuld be borne {173 To by mankynde combryd in care; {174 Thus saide dauid here beforne {175 And othere prophetys wyse of lare, {176 And daniell; {177 Som saide he ded shuld be, {178 And ly in erth by dayes thre, {179 And sithen, thrugh his pauste, {180 Ryse vp in flesh and fell. {181 Cleophas Now, sir, for sothe, as god me saue, {182 women has flayed vs in oure thoght; {183 Thay saide that thay were at his graue, {184 And in that sted, thay faunde hym noght, {185 Bot saide a light {186 Com downe with angels, and vp hym broght {187 Ther in thare sight. {188 we wold not trow theym for nothyng, {189 If thay were ther in the mornyng, {190 we saide thay knew not his rysyng {191 when it shuld be; {192 Bot som of vs, without dwellyng, {193 wentt theder to se. {194 Lucas yee, som of vs, sir, haue beyn thare, {195 And faunde it as the women saide, {196 Out of that sted that cors was fare, {197 And also the graue stone put besyde, {198 we se with ee; {199 The teres outt of myn ees can glyde, {200 ffor doyll I dre. {201 Jesus ye foyles, ye ar not stabyll! {202 where is youre witt, I say? {203 wilsom of hart ye ar vnabyll {204 And outt of the right way, {205 ffor to trow it is no fabyll {206 that at is fallen this same day. {207 he wyst, when he sat at his tabill, {208 that Iudas shuld, hym sone betray. {209 Me thynk you all vntrist to trow, {210 both in mode and mayn, {211 All that the prophetys told to you {212 before, it is no trane. {213 Told, not thay what wyse and how {214 That cryst shuld suffre payn? {215 And so to his paske bow {216 To entre till his ioy agane. {217 Take tent to moyses and othere mo, {218 that were prophetys trew and good; {219 Thay saide ihesus to ded, shuld go, {220 And pynde be on roode; {221 Thrugh the Iues he maide full blo, {222 his woundys rynyng on red blode; {223 Sithen shuld he ryse and furth go {224 before, right as he yode. {225 Crist behovid to suffre this, {226 fforsothe, right as I say, {227 And sithen enter into his blys {228 vnto his fader for ay, {229 Euer to won with hym and his, {230 where euer is gam and play; {231 Of that myrth shall he neuer mys {232 ffro he weynde hens away. {233 Cleophas Now, sir, we thank it full oft sythes, {234 the commyng of you heder; {235 To vs so kyndly kythes {236 the prophecy all to geder. {237 Jesus By leyff now, sirs, for I must weynde, {238 ffor I haue far of my iornay. {239 Lucas Now, sir, we pray you, as oure freynde, {240 All nyght to abyde for charite, {241 And take youre r[est]; {242 At morne more prest then may ye be {243 to go full prest. {244 Cleophas Sir, we you pray, for godys sake, {245 This nyght penance with vs to take, {246 With sich chere as we can make, {247 And that we pray; {248 we may no farthere walk ne wake, {249 Gone is the day. {250 Lucas Dwell with vs, sir, if ye myght, {251 ffor now it waxes to the nyght, {252 The day is gone that was so bright, {253 No far thou shall; {254 Mete and drynk, sir, we you hight {255 ffor thi good tale. {256 Jesus I thank you both, for sothe, in fere, {257 At this tyme I ne may dwell here, {258 I haue to walk in wayes sere, {259 where I haue hight; {260 I may not be, withoutten were, {261 With you all nyght. {262 Cleophas Now, as myght I lyf in qwarte, {263 At this tyme will we not parte, {264 Bot if that thou can more of arte {265 Or yit of lare; {266 Vnto this cyte, with good harte, {267 Now let vs fare. {268 Lucas Thou art a pilgreme, as we ar, {269 This nyght shall thou fare as we fare, {270 Be it les or be it mare {271 Thou shall assay; {272 Then to-morne thou make the yare {273 To weynde thi Way. {274 Jesus ffreyndys, forto fulfill youre will {275 I will abyde with you awhyle. {276 Cleophas Sir, ye ar welcom, as is skyll, {277 To sich as we haue, bi sant gyle. {278 Lucas Now ar we here at this towne, {279 I red that we go sytt vs downe, {280 And forto sowpe we make vs bowne, {281 Now of oure fode; {282 we haue enogh, sir, bi my crowne, {283 Of godys goode. {284 Cleophas lo, here a borde and clothe laide, {285 And breed, theron, all redy graide; {286 Sit we downe, we shalbe paide, {287 And make good chere; {288 It is but penaunce, as we saide, {289 That we haue here. {290 Lucas wemmow! where is this man becom, {291 Right here that sat betwix vs two? {292 he brake the breed and laide vs som; {293 how myght he hens now fro vs go {294 At his awne lyst? {295 It was oure lorde, I trow right so, {296 And we not wyst. {297 Cleophas When went he hens, whedir, and how, {298 What I ne wote in warld so wyde, {299 ffor had I wyten, I make a vowe, {300 he shuld haue byden, what so betyde; {301 Bot it were ihesus that with vs was, {302 Selcowth me thynke, the sothe to say, {303 Thus preualy from vs to pas, {304 I wist neuer when he went away. {305 we were full blynde, euer alas! {306 I tell vs now begylde for ay, {307 ffor spech and bewte that he has {308 Man myght hym knaw this day. {309 Lucas A, dere god, what may this be? {310 Right now was he here by me; {311 Now is this greatt vanyte, {312 he is away; {313 We ar begylyd, by my lewte, {314 So may we say. {315 Cleophas where was oure hart, where was oure thoght, {316 So far on gate as he vs broght, {317 knawlege of hym that we had noght {318 In all that tyme? {319 So was he lyke, bi hym me wroght, {320 Till oon pylgryme. {321 Lucas Dere god, why couth we hym not knawe? {322 so openly all on a raw {323 The tayles that he can till vs shaw, {324 By oone and oon; {325 And now from vs within a thraw {326 Thus sone is gone. {327 Cleophas I had no knawlege it was he, {328 Bot for he brake this brede in thre, {329 And delt it here to the and me {330 With his awne hande; {331 When he passyd, hence we myght not se, {332 here syttande. {333 Lucas Wee ar to blame, yee, veramente, {334 That we toke no better tente {335 whils we bi the way wente {336 With hym that stownd. {337 knowlege of hym we myght haue hentt, {338 Syttyng on grownd. {339 Cleophas ffro he toke breede full well I wyst, {340 And brake it here with his awne fyste, {341 And laide it vs at his awne lyst, {342 As we it hent; {343 I knew hym then, and sone it kyst {344 with good, intente. {345 Lucas That we hym knew wist he well enogh, {346 Therfor all sone he hym with-drogh, {347 ffro he saw that we hym knogh, {348 with in this sted; {349 I haue ferly what way and how {350 Away that he shuld glyde. {351 Cleophas Alas, we war full myrk in thoght, {352 bot we were both full will of red; {353 Man, for shame whi held, thou noght {354 when he on borde brake vs this breede? {355 he soght the prophecy more and les {356 And told it vs right in this sted, {357 how that he hym self was {358 With wykid Iues broght to ded, {359 And more; {360 we will go seke that kyng {361 That suffred woundes sore. {362 Lucas Ryse, go we hence from this place, {363 To Ierusalem take we the pace, {364 And tell oure brethere all the case, {365 I red right thus; {366 ffrom ded, to lyfe when that he rase {367 he apperyd till vs. {368 Cleophas At Ierusalem I vnderstande, {369 Ther hope I that they be dwelland, {370 In that countre and in that land {371 We shall theym mete. {372 Weynd we furth, I dar warand, {373 Right in the strete. {374 Lucas let vs not tary ne mare, {375 Bot on oure feete fast lett vs fare; {376 I hope we shall be cachid fro care {377 ffull sone, Iwys; {378 That blyssid childe that marie bare {379 Grauntt you his blys. {380 Thomas of India Maria Magdalene Hayll brethere! and god be here! {1 I bryng to amende youre chere, {2 Trist ye it and knawe; {3 he is rysen, the soth to say, {4 I met hym goyng bi the way, {5 he bad me tell it you. {6 Peter Do way, woman, thou carpys wast! {7 It is som spirite, or els som gast; {8 Othere was it noght; {9 we may trow on nokyns wyse {10 That ded man may to lyfe ryse; {11 This then is oure thoght. {12 Paul It may be sothe for mans mede, {13 The Iues maide hym grymly blede {14 Thrugh feet, handys, and syde; {15 With nayles on rode thay dyd hym hang, {16 wherfor, woman, thou says wrang, {17 As myght I blys abide. {18 Maria Magdalene Do way youre threpyng! ar ye wode? {19 I sagh hym that dyed on roode, {20 And with hym spake with mowth; {21 Therfor you both, red I, {22 putt away your heresy, {23 Tryst it stedfast and cowth. {24 Peter Do way, woman! let be thi fare, {25 ffor shame and also syn! {26 If we make neuer sich care {27 his lyfe may we not wyn. {28 Paul And it is wretyn in oure law {29 `Ther is no trust in womans saw, {30 No trust faith to belefe; {31 ffor with thare quayntyse and thare gyle {32 Can thay laghe and wepe som while, {33 And yit nothyng theym grefe.' {34 In oure bookes thus fynde we wretyn, {35 All manere of men well it wyttyn, {36 Of women on this wyse; {37 Till an appyll she is lyke- {38 Withoutten faill ther is none slyke- {39 In horde ther it lyse, {40 Bot if a man assay it wittely, {41 It is full roten inwardly {42 At the colke within; {43 Wherfor in woman is no laghe, {44 ffor she is withoutten aghe, {45 As crist me lowse of syn. {46 Thefor trast we not trystely, {47 Bot if we sagh it witterly {48 Then wold we trastly trow; {49 In womans saw affy we noght, {50 ffor thay ar fekill in word and thoght, {51 This make I myne avowe. {52 Maria Magdalene As be I lowsid of my care, {53 It is as trew as ye stand thare, {54 By hym that is my brothere. {55 Peter I dar lay my heede to wed, {56 Or that we go vntill oure bed {57 That we shall here anothere. {58 Paul If it be sothe that we here say, {59 Or this be the thrid day {60 The sothe then mon we se. {61 Maria Magdalene Bot it be sothe to trow, {62 As ye mon here, els pray I you {63 ffor fals that ye hold me. {64 Peter Waloway! my lefe deres / there I stand in this sted, {65 sich sorow my hart sheres / for rewth I can no red, {66 sen that mawdleyn witnes beres / that ihesus rose from ded, {67 Myn ees has letten salt teres / on erthe to se ym trede. {68 Bot alas! that euer I woke / that carefull catyf nyght, {69 When I for care and cold, qwoke / by a fyre burnyng full bright, {70 When I my lord ihesu forsoke / for drede of womans myght; {71 A rightwys dome I will me loke / that I tyne not that semely sight, {72 Bot euer alas! what was I wode! / myght noman be abarstir; {73 I saide if he nede be-stode / to hym shuld none be trastir; {74 I saide I knew not that good / creature my master. {75 Alas! that we fro the fled / that we ne had with the gane; {76 When thou with Iues was sted / with the was dwelland nane, {77 Bot forsoke the that vs fed / for we wold not be tayn; {78 we were as prysoners sore adred / with Iues forto be slayn. {79 Paul Now, ihesu, for thi lyfe swete / who hath thus mastryd the? {80 That in the breede that we eytt / thi self gyffen wold be; {81 And sythen thrugh handys and feytt / be nalyd on a tre; {82 Grauntt vs grace that we may yit / thi light in manhede se. {83 Tercius Apostolus This is the day that god maide / all be we glad and blythe, {84 The holy gost before vs glad / full softly on his sithe; {85 Red clothyng apon he had / and blys to vs can kith; {86 softly on the erthe he trade / ffulle myldly [he did] lythe. {87 Quartus Apostolus This dede thrugh god is done / thus in all oure sighte. {88 Mighty god, true kyng in trone / Whose son in marye light, {89 send vs, lord, thi blissid bone / As thou art god of myght, {90 Sothly to se hym sone / and haue of hym a sight. {91 Quintus Apostolus Who so commys in goddis name / ay blissid mot he be! {92 Mightfull god shelde vs fro shame / In thi moder name marie; {93 Thise wykid Iues will vs blame / Thou grauntt vs for to se {94 The self body and the same / the which that died on tre. {95 Jesus peasse emangys you euer ichon! / it is I, drede you noght, {96 That was wonte with you to gone / and dere with ded you boght. {97 Grope and fele flesh and bone / and fourme of man well wroght; {98 Sich thyng has goost none / loke wheder ye knawe me oght. {99 My rysyng fro dede to lyfe / shall no man agane moytt; {100 Behold my woundes fyfe / thrugh handys, syde, and foytt; {101 To ded can luf me dryfe / and styrryd my hart roytt. {102 Of syn who will hym shryfe / thyes woundys shalbe his boytt. {103 ffor oon so swete a thyng / my self so lefe had wroght, {104 Man sawll, my dere derlyng / to batell was I broght; {105 ffor it thay can me dyng / to bryng out of my thoght, {106 On roode can thay me hyng / yit luf forgate I noght. {107 luf makys me, as ye may se / strenkyllid, with blood so red; {108 luf gars me haue hart so fre / it opyns euery sted; {109 luf so fre so dampnyd me / it drofe me to the ded; {110 luf rasid, me thrug his pauste / it is swetter then med. {111 wytterly, man, to the I cry / thou yeme my fader fere, {112 Thyn awne sawll kepe cleynly / whyls thou art wardan here; {113 slo it not with thi body / synnyng in synnes sere, {114 On me and it thou haue mercy / for I haue boght it dere. {115 Mi dere freyndys, now may ye se / for soth that [it] is I {116 That dyed apon the roode tre / and sythen rose bodely; {117 That it all-gatys sothfast be / ye shall se hastely; {118 Of youre mett gif ye me / sich as ye haue redy. {119 Sextus Apostolus lord, lo her a rostid fish / and a comb of hony {120 laide full fare in a dish / and full honestly; {121 here is none othere mett bot this / in all oure company, {122 Bot well is vs that we haue this / to thi lykyng only. {123 Jesus Mi dere fader of heuen / that maide me borne to be {124 Of a madyn withoutten steven / and sithen to die on tre, {125 ffrom ded to lif at set stevyn / rasid me thrugh thi paustee, {126 with the wordys that I shall neven / this mette thou blis thrugh me. {127 In the fader name and the son / and the holy gast, {128 Thre persons to knaw and com / in oone godhede stedfast; {129 I gif this mett my benyson / thrugh wordys of myghtys mast; {130 Now will I ette, as I was won / my manhede eft to tast {131 My dere freyndys lay hand till / eyttys for charite; {132 I ette at my fader will / at my will ette now ye. {133 That I ette is to fulfill / that writen is of me {134 In moyses law, for it is skyll / ffulfillyd that it be. {135 Myn ye noght that I you told, / in certan tyme and sted, {136 When I gaf myself to wold, / to you in fourme of bred, {137 That my body shuld be sold, / my bloode be spylt so red; {138 This [co]rs gravyn ded, and cold, / the thrid day ryse fro ded? {139 youre hartes was fulfillyd with drede / whyls I haue fro you bene; {140 The rysyng of my manhede / vnethes wold, ye weyn; {141 Of trouth now may ye spede / thorow stedfast wordys and cleyn. {142 leyf freyndys, trow now the dede / that ye with ees haue sene. {143 ye haue forthynkyng and shame / for youre dysseferance, {144 I forgif you the blame / in me now haue affyance; {145 The folk that ar with syn lame / preche theym to repentance, {146 fforgif syn in my name / enioyne theym to penance. {147 The grace of the holy gost to wyn / resaue here at me; {148 The which shall neuer blyn. / I gif you here pauste; {149 whom in erth ye lowse of syn / in heuen lowsyd shall be, {150 And whom in erthe ye bynd ther-in / In heuen bonden be he. {151 Septimus Apostolus Ihesu crist in trynyte / Ihesu to cry and call, {152 That borne was of a madyn fre / thou saue vs synfull all! {153 ffor vs hanged apon a tre / drank asell and gall, {154 Thi seruandys saue fro vanyte / In wanhope that we not fall. {155 Octavus Apostolus Brethere, be we stabyll of thoght / wanhope put we away, {156 Of mysbelefe that we be noght / for we may safly say {157 he that mankynde on rood boght / fro dede rose the thryd day; {158 we se the woundys in hym was wroght / all blody yit were thay. {159 Novenus Apostolus he told vs fyrst he shuld, be tayn / And for mans syn shuld dy, {160 Be ded and beryd vnder a stayn / and after ryse vp bodely; {161 Now is he quyk fro grafe gan / he cam and stode vs by, {162 And lete vs se ilkan / the Woundys of his body. {163 Decimus Apostolus Deth that is so kene / ihesu ouer comen has, {164 As he vs told, yit may we mene / from ded how he shuld, pas; {165 Ihesu stode witnes betwene / that with hym dwelland, was, {166 All his dyscyples has hym sene / safe oonly thomas. {167 Thomas If that I prowde as pacok go,/ my hart is full of care; {168 If any sorow myght a man slo / my hart in sonder it share; {169 Mi life wyrkys me all this wo / of blys I am full bare, {170 yit wold I nawthere freynd ne fo / wyst how wo me ware. {171 Ihesu, my lyfe so good / ther none myght better be, {172 None wysere man then better food / nor none kyndere then he; {173 The Iues haue nalyd his cors on rood / nalyd with nales thre, {174 And, with a spere thay spylt his blood / great sorow it was to se. {175 To se the stremes of blood ryn / well more then doyll it was, {176 sich great payn for mans syn / sich doyllfull ded, he has; {177 I haue lyfid withoutten wyn / sen he to ded can pas, {178 ffor he was fare of cheke and chyn / for doyll of ded, alas! {179 Myghty god for to dyscryfe / that neuer dyed, ne shall, {180 wo and wandreth from you dryfe / that ye not therin fall. {181 Peter he the saue with woundys fyfe / his son ihesu to call, {182 That rose from deth to lyfe / and shewyd, hym till vs all. {183 Thomas whannow, peter! art thou mad,? / on lyfe who was hym lyke! {184 ffor his deth I am not glad / for sorow my hart will breke, {185 That with the Iues he was so stad / to ded they can hym wreke; {186 Thou hym forsoke, so was thou rad, / when they to the can speke. {187 Paul let be, leyf brothere thomas / and turne thi thoght belyfe, {188 ffor the thryd day ihesus rase / fleshly fro ded to lyfe; {189 Till vs all he cam a pase / and shewyd his woundys fyfe, {190 And lyfyng man, and etten hase / hony takyn of a hyfe. {191 Thomas Let be for shame! apartly / ffantom dyssauys the! {192 ye sagh hym not bodely / his gost it myght well be, {193 fforto glad youre hartes sory / in youre aduersyte; {194 he luffyd vs well and faythfully / therfor sloes sorow me. {195 Tercius Apostolus Thou wote, thomas / and sothe it was, and oft has thou hard say, {196 how a fysh swalod, ionas / thre dayes therin he lay; {197 yit gaf god hym myght to pas / whyk man to wyn away; {198 Myght not god sich myght has / rase his son apon the thryd day? {199 Thomas Man, if thou can vnderstand / cryst saide his self, mynnys me, {200 That all lokyn was in his hande / all oone was god and he! {201 The son wax marke, all men seand / when he died, on the tre, {202 Therfor am I full sore dredand, / that who myght his boote be. {203 Quartus Apostolus the holy gost in marye light / and in hir madynhede {204 Goddis son she held, and dight / and cled hym in manhede; {205 ffor luf he wentt as he had hight / to fight withoutten drede; {206 when he had termynd that fight / he skypt outt of his wede. {207 Thomas If he skypt outt of his clethyng / yit thou grauntys his cors was ded; {208 It was his cors that maide shewyng / vnto you in his sted; {209 fforto trow in youre carpyng / my hart is hevy as led; {210 his dede me bryngys in great mowrneyng / and I withoutten red. {211 Quintus Apostolus The gost went to hell a pase / whils the cors lay slayn, {212 And broght the sawles from sathanas / for which he suffred, payn; {213 The thryd day right he gase / right vnto the cors agayn, {214 Mighty god and man he rase / and therfor ar we fayn. {215 Thomas All sam to me ye flyte / youre resons fast ye shawe, {216 Bot tell me a skyll perfyte / any of you on raw; {217 when cryst cam you to vysyte / as ye tell me with saw, {218 A whyk man from spyryte / wherby couth ye hym knaw? {219 Sextus Apostolus Thomas, vnto the anone / herto answere I will; {220 Man has both flesh and bone / hu, hyde, and hore thertill; {221 sich thyng has goost none / thomas, lo, here thi skyll; {222 Goddis son toke of mary flesh and bone / what nede were els thertill? {223 Thomas Thou has answered me ffull Wele / and, full skylfully, {224 Bot my hart is harde as stele / to trow in sich mastry; {225 Say, bad he any of you fele / the woundys of his body, {226 fflesh or bone or ilka dele / to assay his body? {227 Septimus Apostolus yis, thomas, he bad vs se / and handill hym with hande, {228 To loke wheder it were he / ihesu, man lyfand, {229 That dyed apon a tre / flesh and bone we fand, {230 his woundes had bene pyte / to towch that were bledand. {231 Thomas Waloway! ye can no good / youre resons ar defaced, {232 ye ar as women rad for blood, / and lightly oft solaced; {233 It was a goost before you stod / lyke hym in blood betraced, {234 his cors that dyed on rood / for euer hath deth embraced. {235 Octavus Apostolus Certys, thomas, gretter care / myght no synfull wight haue {236 Then she had, that wepyd so sare / the mawdleyn at his graue; {237 ffor sorow and doyll hir awne hare / of hir hede she rent and rafe, {238 Ihesu shewid hym till hir thare / hir sorow of syn to safe. {239 Thomas lo, sich foly with you is / wysemen that shuld be, {240 That thus a womans witnes trowys / better than that ye se! {241 In all youre skylles more and les / for mysfowndyng fayll ye; {242 Might I se ihesu gost and flesh / gropyng shuld not gab me. {243 Novenus Apostolus lefe thomas, flyte no more / bot trow and turne thi red, {244 Or els say vs when and whore / crist gabbyd in any sted; {245 ffor he saide vs when thou was thore / when he hym gaf in bred, {246 That he shuld, salfe all oure sore / quyk rysand fro ded. {247 Thomas he was full sothfast in his sawes / that dar I hertly say, {248 And rightwys in all his lawes / whils that he lyfyd ay; {249 Bot sen he shuld thole hard thrawes / on tre whils that he lay, {250 Dede has determyd his dayes / his lyfe noght trow I may. {251 Decimus Apostolus Thyne hard hart thi saull will dwyrd / Thomas, bot if thou blyn; {252 he has ded conquerd, / and weshen vs all fro syn. {253 May nawder knyfe ne swerde / hym eft to ded wyn; {254 Goddys myght in hym apperd, / that neuer more shall blyn. {255 Thomas That god I trow full Wele / goostly to you light, {256 Bot bodely neuer a dele / ihesu that woundid wyght. {257 My hart is harde as stele / to trow in sich a myght, {258 Bot if I that wounde myght fele / that hym gaf longeus the knyght. {259 Peter That wounde haue we sene, thomas / and so has mo then we; {260 With lucas and with cleophas / he welke a day Iurnee; {261 Thare hartes that for hym sory was / with prophecy comforted he, {262 To Emaus castell can thai pas / ther hostyld thai all thre. {263 Ihesu, goddis son of heuen / at sopere satt betweyn; {264 Ther bred he brake as euen / as it cutt had beyn. {265 Thomas Nothyng that ye may neuen / his rysyng gars me weyn, {266 If ye me told, sich seuen / the more ye myght me teyn. {267 Paul Thomas, brothere, turne thi thoght / and trust that I say the; {268 Ihesu so dere has boght / oure synnes apon a tree, {269 which rysyng hath broght / adam and his meneyee. {270 Thomas lett be youre fayr! shew it noght/ that he efte quyk shuld be. {271 Tercius Apostolus That must thou nedelyngys trow / if thou thi saull will saue, {272 ffor that we sa we dar avowe / ihesu rose quyk from graue. {273 Thomas I haue you saide, and yit dos now / thise wordes to wast ye haue; {274 he shewid hym not to you / for mysfoundyng ye rafe. {275 Quartus Apostolus ffor we say that we haue sene / thou hold,ys vs wars then woode; {276 Ihesu lyfyng stod vs betwene / oure lord that with vs yode. {277 Thomas I say ye wote neuer what ye mene / a goost before you stode; {278 ye wenyd that it had bene / the cors that died on roode. {279 Quintus Apostolus The cors that dyed on tre / was berid in a stone, {280 The thurgh beside fande we / and in that graue cors was none; {281 his sudary ther myght we se / and he thens whik was gone. {282 Thomas Noght, bot stolne is he / with Iues that hym haue slone. {283 Sextus Apostolus Certys, thomas, thou sais not right / thay wold, hym not stele, {284 ffor thay gart kepe hym day and nyght / with knyghtys that they held lele; {285 he rose has we haue sene in sight / fro all the Iues fele. {286 Thomas I lefe not bot if I myght / myself with hym dele. {287 Septimus Apostolus He told vs tythyngys, thomas / yit mynnys me, {288 That as Ionas thre dayes was / In a fysh in the see, {289 so shuld he be, and bene has / in erth by dayes thre, {290 pas fro ded, ryse, and rase / as he saide done has he. {291 Thomas Certys, that worde I harde hym say / and so harde ye hym all, {292 Bot for nothyng trow I may / that it so shuld befall, {293 That he shuld ryse the thrid day / that dranke asell and gall: {294 sen he was god and ded lay / from ded, who myght hym call? {295 Octavus Apostolus The fader that hym sent / rasid hym that was ded, {296 he comforth vs in mowrnyng lent / and counseld vs in red; {297 he bad vs trow with good intent / his rysyng in euery sted; {298 Thyne absens gars thi saull be shent / and makys the heuy as led. {299 Thomas Thou says soth, harde and heuy / am I to traw that ye me say; {300 Mi hardnes I trow skilfully / for he told vs thus ay, {301 That his fader was euer hym by / for all bot oon were thay; {302 That he rose bodely / for nothyng trow I may. {303 Novenus Apostolus May thou not trow withoutten mo / for sothe, that it was he? {304 Thomas wherto shuld we say so? / then wenys thou fals we be. {305 Thomas I wote youre hartes was full wo / and fownd with vanyte; {306 If ye swere all and ye were mo / I trow it not or that I se. {307 Decimus Apostolus Thomas, of errowre thou blyn / and till vs turne thi mode; {308 Trow his rysyng by dayes threyn / sen he died on the rode. {309 Thomas Noght bot I myght my fynger wyn / in sted as nayle stode, {310 And his syde my hande put in / ther he shed his hart bloode. {311 Jesus Brethere all, be with you peasse! / leaffe stryfe that now is here! {312 Thomas, of thyn errowre seasse / of sothe Witnes thou bere; {313 putt thi hande in my syde, no fres / ther longeus put his spere; {314 loke my rysyng be no les / let no wan-hope the dere. {315 Thomas Mercy, ihesu, rew on me / my hande is blody of thi blode! {316 Mercy ihesu, for I se / thi myght that I not vnderstode! {317 Mercy, ihesu, I pray the / that for all synfull died on roode! {318 Mercy, ihesu, of mercy fre / for thi goodnes that is so goode! {319 kest away my staf will I / and with no wepyn gang; {320 Mercy will I call and cry / ihesu that on roode hang; {321 Rew on me, kyng of mercy / let me not cry thus lang! {322 Mercy, for the velany / thou tholyd on Iues with wrang. {323 Mi hat will I kest away / my mantill sone onone, {324 vnto the poore help it may / for richere knawe I none. {325 Mercy will I abyde, and pray / to the ihesu, alone; {326 My synfull dede I rew ay / to the make I my mone. {327 Mercy, ihesu, lorde swete / for thi fyfe woundys so sare, {328 Thou suffred thrugh handys and feete / thi semely side a spere it share; {329 Mercy, ihesu, lord, yit / for thi moder that the bare! {330 Mercy, for the teres thou grett / when thou rasid lazare! {331 Mi gyrdill gay and purs of sylk / and cote away thou shall; {332 whils I am werere of swylke / the longere mercy may I call. {333 Ihesu, that soke the madyns mylk / ware noght bot clothes of pall, {334 Thi close so can thai fro the pyke / on roode thay left the small. {335 Mercy, ihesu, honoure of man / mercy, ihesu, mans socoure! {336 Mercy, ihesu, rew thi leman / mans saull, thou boght full soure! {337 Mercy, ihesu, that may and can / forgif syn and be socoure! {338 Mercy, ihesu, as thou vs wan / forgif and gif thi man honoure. {339 Jesus None myght bryng the in that wytt / for oght that thay myght say, {340 To trow that I myght flytt / fro ded to lyfe to wyn away; {341 My saull and my cors haue knytt / a knott that last shall ay; {342 Thus shall I rase, well thou wytt / ilk man on domesday. {343 Who so hath not trowid right / to hell I shall theym lede, {344 Ther euer more is dark as nyght / and greatt paynes to drede; {345 Those that trow in my myght / and luf well almus dede, {346 Thai shall shyne as son bright / and heuen haue to thare mede. {347 That blys, thomas, I the hete / that is in heuen cytee, {348 ffor I se the sore grete / of the I haue pytee; {349 Thomas, for thi teres wete / thi syn forgiffen be, {350 Thus shall synfull thare synnes bete / that sore haue grefyd me. {351 Thomas, for thou felys me / and my woundes bare, {352 Mi risyng is trowed in the / and so was it not are; {353 All that it trowes and not se / and dos after my lare, {354 Euer blissid mot thay be / and heuen be theym yare! {355 The Lord's Ascension Thomas Brethere all, that now here bene, {1 fforgett my lorde yit may I noght; {2 I wote not what it may mene, {3 Bot more I Weyn ther will be wroght. {4 John My lord, ihesus will wyrk his will, {5 pleatt we neuer agans his thoght, {6 ffor vs ne wyrkes, as it is skyll, {7 his hand-warke that he has wroght. {8 Symon Apon his wordes will I ryst {9 that he his self saide vs vntill, {10 As stedfastly on hym to tryst, {11 Mystrust we neuer for goode ne ill. {12 Peter In heuen and erthe his myght may be, {13 his wytt and his will also; {14 The holy gost, brethere, ment he, {15 thus will he neuer fro vs go. {16 ffourty dayes now drawes nere {17 sen his resurreccyon complete; {18 Afore that will he appere, {19 thus sodanly not lefe vs yett. {20 In bethany here let vs abyde, {21 We knaw not yit what may befall; {22 peraventur it may betyde, {23 he shall full well comforth vs all. {24 Jesus peasse now, my dere freyndys! {25 peasse be with you euer and ay! {26 ffor it all wrangys amendys; {27 peasse brethere, sam I say! {28 Brethere, in hartes be nothyng heuy {29 what tyme that I from you am gone, {30 I must go from you sone, in hy, {31 bot neuer the les make ye no mone; {32 ffor I shall send to you anone {33 the holy gost, to comforth you, {34 you to wysh in euery wone {35 I shall you tell what-wyse and how. {36 It shalbe for youre prow {37 that I thus-gatys shall do; {38 It has been saide or now {39 My fader must I to. {40 with hym must I abide and dwell, {41 ffor so it is his will; {42 ffor youre comforth thus I you tell, {43 be ye stedfast for good or ill. {44 Abide me here right on this hill {45 to that I com to you agane, {46 this forwarde must I nedys fulfill, {47 I will no longer fro you lane; {48 And therfor loke that ye be bayn, {49 and also trew and stedfast, {50 ffor who soeuer you oght frayn {51 when that I am past. {52 Peter ffull heuy in hart now may we be {53 that we oure master sall forgo, {54 Bot neuer the les yit saide he {55 he wold not dwell full lang vs fro. {56 What wonder is if we be wo, {57 thus sodanly shall oure master mys, {58 And masters on lyfe haue we no mo {59 that in this warld shuld vs wys. {60 he will pas furth to blys, {61 and leyfe vs here behynde, {62 No meruell now it is {63 if we mowrne now in oure mynde. {64 Jesus In oure mynde mowrne we may, {65 as men that masyd ar and mad, {66 And yit also, it is no nay, {67 we may be blythe and glad, {68 Because of tythyngys that we had, {69 that his self can vs say; {70 he bad be blythe and noght adrad, {71 ffor he wold not be long away. {72 Bot yit both nyght and day {73 oure hartes may be full sore, {74 As me thynk, by my fay, {75 ffor wordes he saide lang ore. {76 Thomas lang ore he saide, full openly, {77 that he must nedys fro vs twyn, {78 And to his fader go in hy, {79 to Ioy of heuen that neuer shall blyn; {80 Therfor we mowrne, both more and myn, {81 And mery also yit may we be; {82 he bad vs all, both outt and in, {83 be glad and blythe in ich degre, {84 And saide that com shuld, he {85 to comforth vs kyndly; {86 Bot yit heuy ar we {87 to we hym se truly. {88 Jacobus With ee wold we hym se / oure saveoure crist, goddys son, {89 That dyed apon a tre / yit trewe I that we mon: {90 Now god grauntt vs that boyn / that with his bloode vs boght, {91 To se hym in his throne / as he maide all of noght; {92 his will now has he wroght / and gone from vs away, {93 As he noght of vs roght / and therfor mowrne we may. {94 Philip We may mowrne, no meruell why / for we oure master thus shall mys, {95 That shall go fro vs sodanly / and we ne wote what cause is, {96 Neuer the les the sothe is this / he saide that he shuld com agane {97 To bryng vs all to blys / therof may we be fane. {98 That commyng will vs mych gane / and oure saules all saue, {99 And put vs fro that payn / that we were lyke to haue. {100 Jesus herkyns to me now, euer ichon / and here what I will say, {101 ffor I must nedys fro you gone / for thus my fader will allway, {102 And therfor peasse be with you ay / where so ye dwell in wone, {103 And to saue you fro all fray / my peasse be with you blood and bone. {104 I lefe it you bi oon and oone / noght as the warld, here dos, {105 It shalbe true as any stone / to defende you fro youre foos. {106 let not youre hartes be heuy / drede not for any kyns thyng, {107 ye haue harde me say full playnly / I go, and to you am I commyng. {108 If ye luf me, for-thi / ye shuld, be glad, of this doyng, {109 ffor I go full securly / to my fader, heuyns kyng; {110 The which, without lesyng / is mekill more then I, {111 Therfor be ye thus trowyng / when all is endid fully. {112 ye haue bene of mysbilefe / hard of harte and also of will; {113 To theym that my rysyng can prefe / no credence wold, ye gif theym till; {114 Mary mawdlayn saide you till / that I was rysyn, bot ye ne wold {115 hir trow for good or ill / the trouth all if she told. {116 sich harmes in hartes ye hold / and vnstedfast ye ar, {117 ye trowid no man of mold, / witnes of my rysyng that bare; {118 Therfor ye shall go tech / in all this warld, so wyde, {119 And to all the people preche / Who baptym will abyde, {120 And trowe truly {121 Mi dethe and rysyng, {122 and also myn vpstevynyng, {123 And also myn agane-commyng, {124 thay shalbe saue suerly. {125 And Who trowys not this {126 That now rehersyd, is, {127 he shalbe dampned, Iwys, {128 ffor veniance and for wreke. {129 Tokyns, for sothe, shall bene {130 Of those that trow, withoutten weyn; {131 Devyls shall thay kest out cleyn, {132 And with new tongys speke. {133 Serpentes shall thay put away, {134 And venymus drynk, bi nyght and day, {135 Shall not noy theym, as I say; {136 And where thay lay on handys {137 Of seke men far and nere, {138 Thay shalbe hole, withoutten dere, {139 Of all sekenes and sorowes sere, {140 Euer in alkyn landys. {141 And therfor now I byd that ye {142 Go not from ierosolyme, {143 Bot abide the behest of my fader fre {144 In land ay whore, {145 That ye haue hard here of me; {146 ffor Iohn baptist, dere in degre, {147 In water forsoth baptysid me {148 Now here before; {149 And ye certan in euery coste {150 shall baptise in the holy goost, {151 Thrug vertue of hym that is the moost {152 lord god of myght, {153 within few dayes now folowyng; {154 And herof meruell ye nothyng, {155 ffor this shalbe his awne wyrkyng, {156 shewyd in youre sight {157 Peter ffarlee may we fownde and fare {158 for myssyng of oure master ihesus; {159 Oure hartys may sygh and be full sare, {160 this Iues with wreke thay waten vs. {161 Vs to tray and teyn {162 ar thay abowte bi nyght and day; {163 ffor ihesu that is so seldom sene, {164 as masid men mowrne we may. {165 Andrew Mowrnyng makys vs masid and mad, {166 as men that lyff in drede; {167 ffull comforthles ar we stad, {168 for myssyng of hym that vs shuld, lede. {169 Jacobus Thise Iues that folow thare faythles will, {170 and demed oure master to be ded, {171 With mayn and mode they wold hym spill, {172 if thay wist how, in towne or sted. {173 John let keep vs fro thare carpyng kene, {174 and com bot lytyll in thare sight; {175 Oure master will com when we leest weyn, {176 he will vs rewle and red, full right. {177 Thomas Of this carpyng now no more, {178 It drawes nygh the tyme of day; {179 At oure mette I wold we wore, {180 he sende vs socowre that best may. {181 Mary socowre sone he will you sende, {182 If ye truly in hym will traw; {183 youre mone mekely will he amende, {184 My brethere dere, this may ye knawe, {185 The hestys hyghly that he me hight {186 he has fulfillid in worde and dede; {187 he gabbyd neuer be day nor nyght, {188 ffor-thi, dere brethere, haue no drede. {189 Matheus Certys, lady, thou says full wele; {190 he will vs amende, for so he may; {191 we haue fon sothe euerilka dele {192 All that euer we hard hym say. {193 Jesus peter, and ye my derlyngys dere, {194 As masid men me thynk ye ar; {195 holly to you I haue shewyd here {196 To bryng youre hartys from care; {197 In care youre hartys ar cast, {198 And in youre trowth not trew; {199 In hardnes youre hartys ar fast, {200 As men that no wytt knew. {201 sende was I for youre sake / fro my fader dere, {202 fflesh and blode to take / of a madyn so clere; {203 sythen to me ye soght / and holly felowid me, {204 Of wonders that I haue wroght / som haue I letten you se. {205 The dombe, the blynde as any stone, {206 I helyd ther I cam by, {207 The dede I rasid anone, {208 Thrugh my myght truly; {209 And othere warkys, that wonderfull wore, {210 I wroght wisely befor you all; {211 My payn, my passion, I told before, {212 holly thrug outt as it shuld fall; {213 Mi rysyng on the thryd day, {214 As ye bi tokyns many oone haue sene; {215 youre trouth truly had bene away {216 had not my blissid moder bene. {217 In hir it restyd all this tyde, {218 youre dedys ye ow greatly to shame; {219 here may ye se my woundys wyde, {220 how that I boght you out of blame. {221 Bot, Iohn, thynk when I hang on rud {222 That I betoke the mary mylde; {223 kepe hir yit with stabull mode, {224 she is thi moder and thou hir childe. {225 loke thou hir luf, and be hir freynde, {226 and abide with hir in well and wo, {227 ffor to my fader now will I weynde, {228 thar none of you ask wheder I go. {229 Philip lord, if it be thi will, {230 shew vs thi fader we the pray; {231 we have bene with the in good and ill, {232 and sagh hym neuer nyght ne day. {233 Jesus philipp, that man that may se me {234 he seys my fader full of myght; {235 Trowys thou not he dwellys in me {236 and I in hym if thou trow right? {237 In his howse ar dyuerse place, {238 I go to ordan for you now; {239 ye shall all be fulfillyd with grace, {240 the holy goost I shall sende you. {241 he shall you in youre hartys wyse {242 In worde and dede, as I you say; {243 With all my hart I you blys- {244 My moder, my brethere, haue all good day! {245 ffader of heuen, with good intent, {246 I pray the here me specyally; {247 ffrom heuen till erth thou me sent {248 Thi name to preche and claryfy. {249 thi will haue I done, all and som, {250 In erthe will I no longere be; {251 Opyn the clowdes, for now I com {252 In ioy and blys to dwell with the. {253 Primus Angelus ye men of galylee, {254 wherfor meruell ye? {255 hevyn behold, and se {256 how ihesus vp can weynde {257 vnto his fader fre, {258 where he syttys in maieste, {259 With hym ay for to be {260 In blys withoutten ende. {261 And as ye sagh hym sty {262 Into heuen on hy, {263 In flesh and fell in his body {264 ffrom erthe now here, {265 Right so shall he, securly, {266 Come downe agane truly, {267 with his woundys blody, {268 To deme you all in fere. {269 Secundus Angelus Meruell haue no wight, {270 No wonder of this sight, {271 ffor it is thrugh his myght, {272 That all thyng may. {273 What so he will by day or nyght, {274 In hell, medyll-erth, and on hight, {275 Or yit in derknes or in light, {276 withoutten any nay; {277 ffor he is god all weldand, {278 heuen and hell, both se and sand, {279 wod and water, fowll, fysh and land, {280 All is at his will; {281 he haldys all thyng in his hand {282 that in this warld, is lyfand, {283 Then nedys ye noght be meruelland. {284 Primus Angelus And for this skyll, {285 Ryght as he from you dyd weynde {286 so com agane he shall, {287 In the same manere at last ende, {288 To deme both greatt and small. {289 Secundus Angelus Who so his byddyng will obey, {290 And thare mys amende, {291 With hym shall haue blys on hy, {292 And won ther withoutten ende. {293 And who that wyrk amys, {294 And theym amende will neuer, {295 shall neuer com in heuen blys, {296 Bot to hell banyshed for euer. {297 Mary A selcouth sight yonder now is, {298 Behold, now, I you pray! {299 A clowde has borne my chylde to blys, {300 Mi blyssyng bere he euer and ay! {301 Bot, son, thynk on thi moder dere, {302 That thou has laft emangys thi foes! {303 swete son, lett me not dwell here, {304 let me go with the where thou goes. {305 Bot Iohn, on the is all my trast, {306 I pray the forsake me noght. {307 John lefe marye, be noght abast, {308 ffor thi will shall ay be wroght. {309 here may we se and full well knaw {310 That he is god most of myght; {311 In hym is good, we trawe, {312 holly to serue hym day and nyght. {313 Peter A meruellous sight is yone, {314 That he thus sone is taken vs fro; {315 fro his fomen is he gone {316 with outten help of othere mo. {317 Matheus Where is ihesus, oure master dere, {318 that here with vs spake right now? {319 Jacobus A wonderfull sight, men may se here, {320 my brethere dere, how thynk you? {321 Thomas we thynk it wonder all, {322 that oure master shuld thus go; {323 After his help I red we call, {324 That we may haue som tokyn hym fro. {325 Bartholomeus A more meruell men neuer saw {326 then now is sene vs here emang; {327 ffrom erth till heuen a man be draw {328 With myrth of angell sang. {329 ffrom vs, me thynk, he is full lang, {330 and yit longere I trow he will; {331 Alas! my hart it is so strang {332 that I ne may now wepe my till {333 Anone. {334 A wonder sight it was to se {335 When he stevyd vp so sodanly {336 To his fader in maieste, {337 By his self alone. {338 Matheus Alon, for sothe, vp he went / to heuen till his fader, {339 And noman wyst what he ment / nor how he dyd of no manere, {340 so sodanly he was vp hent / in flesh and fell fro erth vp here; {341 he saide his fader for hym sent / that maide vs all to be in dwere {342 This nyght; {343 Neuer the les full well wote we {344 As that he will so must it be, {345 ffor all thyng is in his pauste, {346 And that is right. {347 Mary All myghty god, how may this be? {348 a clowde has borne my childe to blys; {349 Now bot that I wote wheder is he, {350 my hart wold breke, well wote I this. {351 his stevynyng vp to blys in hy, {352 it is the sourc of all my Ioyes; {353 Mi blyssyng, barne, light on thi body! {354 let neuer thi moder be spylt with Iues. {355 Take me to the, my son so heynd, {356 and let me neuer with Iues be lorne; {357 help, for my son luf, Iohn, son kynde, {358 for ferde that I with Iues be torne. {359 Mi flesh it quakys as lefe on lynde, {360 to shontt the showres sharper then thorne; {361 help me, Iohn, if thou be kynde, {362 my son myssyng makys me to mowrne. {363 John youre seruande, lady, he me maide, {364 and bad me kepe you ay to qweme; {365 Blythe were I, lady, myght I the glad, {366 and with my myght I shall the yeme. {367 Therfor be ferd for nokyn thyng {368 for oght that Iues wold do you to; {369 I shall be bayn at youre byddyng, {370 as my lorde bad, your seruande lo! {371 Mary Glad am I, Iohn, Whils I haue the; {372 more comforth bot my son can I none craue; {373 so covers thou my care, and carpys vnto me, {374 whils I the se, euer am I safe. {375 Was none, safe my son, more trusty to me, {376 therfor his grace sall neuer fro the go; {377 he shall the qwyte, that died on a tre, {378 well mendys thou my mode, when I am in wo. {379 Symon let hy vs from this hill, and to the towne weynde, {380 for fere of the Iues, that spitus ar & prowde; {381 With oure dere lady, I red that we weynd, {382 and pray till hir dere son, here apon lowde. {383 To hir buxumly I red, that we bende, {384 syn hir dere son fro vs is gone in a clowde, {385 And hertely in hast haylse we that heynde, {386 To oure master is she moder, semely in shrowde. {387 A, marie, so mylde, the myssid we haue; {388 Was neuer madyn so menskfull here apon molde {389 As thou art, and moder cleyne, bot this wold we craue, {390 If this were ihesu, thi son, that Iudas has sold, {391 Shew vs the sothe, vs all may it saue; {392 we pray the, dere lady, layn that thou nold, {393 Bot spell vs oure spyryng, or els mon we rafe, {394 Bot thou witterly vs wysh, so fayn wyt we wold. {395 Mary peter, andrew, Iohn, and Iamys the gent, {396 Symon, Iude, and bartilmew the bold, {397 And all my brethere dere, that ar on this bent, {398 Take tent to my tayll, till that I haue told, {399 Of my dere son, what I haue mentt, {400 That hens is hevyd, to his awne hold; {401 he taght you the trouthe, or he to heuen went; {402 he was borne of my bosom as his self wold. {403 he is god and man that stevynd into heuen; {404 preche thus to the pepyll that most ar in price. {405 Sekys to thare savyng, ye apostilles eleven, {406 To the Iues of Ierusalem as youre way lyse, {407 say to the cyte as I can here neuen, {408 tell the warkys of my son warly and wyse; {409 Byd theym be stedfast & lysten your steuen, {410 or els be thay dampned as men full of vyce. {411 The Judgement Secundus Malus ffull darfe has bene oure deede / for thi commen is oure care; {1 This day to take oure mede / for nothyng may we spare. {2 Alas I harde that horne / that callys vs to the dome, {3 All that euer were borne / thider behofys theym com. {4 May nathere lande ne se / vs from this dome hide, {5 ffor ferde fayn wold, I fle / bot I must nedys abide; {6 Alas, I stande great aghe / to loke on that Iustyce, {7 Ther may no man of lagh / help with no quantyce. {8 vokettys ten or twelfe / may none help at this nede, {9 Bot ilk man for his self / shall answere for his dede. {10 Alas, that I was borne! {11 I se now me beforne, {12 That lord with Woundys fyfe; {13 how may I on hym loke, {14 That falsly hym forsoke, {15 When I led synfull lyfe? {16 Tercius Malus Alas, carefull catyfys may we ryse, {17 sore may we wryng oure handys and wepe; {18 ffor cursid and sore covytyse {19 dampnyd be we in hell full depe. {20 Roght we neuer of godys seruyce, {21 his commaundementys wold we not kepe, {22 Bot oft tymes maide we sacrifice {23 to sathanas when othere can slepe. {24 Alas! now wakyns all oure were, {25 oure wykyd Warkys can we not hide, {26 Bot on oure bakys we must theym bere, {27 that will vs soroo on ilka syde. {28 Oure dedys this day will do vs dere, {29 Oure domysman here we must abide, {30 And feyndys, that will vs felly fere, {31 thare pray to haue vs for thare pride. {32 Brymly before vs be thai broght, {33 oure dedys that shall dam vs bidene; {34 That eyre has harde, or harte thoght, {35 that mowthe has spokyn, or ee sene, {36 That foote has gone, or hande wroght, {37 in any tyme that we may mene; {38 ffull dere this day now bees it boght. {39 alas! vnborne then had I bene! {40 Quartus Malus Alas, I am forlorne! / a spytus blast here blawes! {41 I harde well bi yonde horne / I wote wherto it drawes; {42 I wold I were vnborne / alas! that this day dawes! {43 Now mon be dampnyd this morne / my warkys, my dedys, my sawes. {44 Now bees my curstnes kyd / alas! I may not layn {45 All that euer I dyd, / it bees put vp full playn. {46 That I wold, fayn were hyd, / my synfull wordys and vayn, {47 ffull new now mon be rekynyd / vp to me agayn. {48 Alas! fayn wold I fle / for dedys that I haue done, {49 Bot that may now not be / I must abyde my boyn; {50 I trowed neuer to have sene this dredfull day thus soyn; {51 Alas! what shall I say When he sittys in his trone? {52 To se his Woundys bledande / this is a dulfull case; {53 Alas! how shall I stand / or loke hym in the face? {54 So curtes I hym fand / that gaf me life so lang a space; {55 Mi care is all command, / alas! where was my grace? {56 Alas! catyffys vnkynde / where on was oure thoght? {57 Alas! where on was oure mynde / so wykyd warkys we Wroght? {58 To se how he Was pynde / how dere oure luf he boght, {59 Alas! we were full blynde / now ar we wars then noght. {60 Alas! my couetyse / myn yll will, and myn Ire! {61 Mi neghbur to dispise / most was my desyre; {62 I demyd euer at my deuyse / me thoght I had no peyre, {63 With my self sore may I grise / now am quyt my hyre. {64 Where I was wonte to go / and haue my Wordys at will, {65 Now am I set full thro / and fayn to hold, me still; {66 I went both to and fro / me thoght I did, neuer ill, {67 Mi neghburs for to slo / or hurt withoutten skill. {68 Wo worth euer the fader / that gate me to be borne! {69 That euer he lete me stir / bot that I had bene forlorne; {70 Warid be my moder / and warid be the morne {71 That I was borne of hir / alas, for shame and skorne! {72 Primus Angelus stand not togeder, parte in two! {73 all sam shall ye not be in blys; {74 Oure lorde of heuen will it be so, {75 for many of you has done amys; {76 On his right hand ye good shall go, {77 the way till heuen he shall you wys; {78 ye wykid, saules ye weynd hym fro, {79 on his left hande as none of his. {80 Jesus The tyme is commen, I will make ende, {81 my fader of heuen will it so be, {82 Therfor till erthe now will I weynde, {83 my self to sytt in maieste. {84 To dele my dome I will discende, {85 this body will I bere with me, {86 how it was dight mans mys to amende {87 all mans kynde ther shall it se. {88 Primus Demon Oute, haro, out, out! / harkyn to this horne, {89 I was neuer in dowte / or now at this morne; {90 So sturdy a showte / sen that I was borne {91 hard I neuer here abowte / in ernyst ne in skorne, {92 A wonder! {93 I was bonde full fast {94 In yrens for to last, {95 Bot my bandys thai brast {96 And shoke all in sonder. {97 Secundus Demon I shoterd and shoke / I herd sich a rerd, {98 When I harde it I qwote / for all that I lerd, {99 Bot to swere on a boke / I durst not aperd; {100 I durst not loke / for all medill-erd, {101 ffull payll; {102 Bot gyrned and gnast, {103 my force did, I frast, {104 Bot I wroght all wast, {105 It myght not auayll. {106 Primus Demon It was like to a trumpe / it had sich a sownde; {107 I fell on a lumpe / for ferd that I swonde. {108 Secundus Demon There I stode on my stumpe / I stakerd that stownde, {109 There chachid I the crumpe / yit held, I my grounde {110 halfe nome. {111 Primus Demon Make redy oure gere, {112 we ar like to haue were, {113 ffor now dar I swere {114 That domysday is comme; {115 ffor all oure saules ar wente / and none ar in hell. {116 Secundus Demon Bot we go we ar shente / let vs not dwell, {117 It sittys you to tente / in this mater to mell, {118 As a pere in a parlamente / what case so befell; {119 It is nedefull {120 That ye tente to youre awne, {121 What draght so be drawne, {122 If the courte be knawen {123 the Iuge is right dredfull. {124 Primus Demon ffor to stand, thus tome / thou gars me grete. {125 Secundus Demon let vs go to this dome / vp watlyn strete. {126 Primus Demon I had leuer go to rome / yei thryse, on my fete, {127 Then forto grefe yonde grome / or with hym forto mete; {128 ffor wysely {129 he spekys on trete, {130 his paustee is grete, {131 bot begyn he to threte {132 he lokys full grisly. {133 Bot fast take oure rentals / hy, let vs go hence! {134 ffor as this fals / the great sentence. {135 Secundus Demon Thai ar here in my dals / fast stand We to fence, {136 Agans thise dampnyd sauls / Without repentence, {137 And Iust. {138 Primus Demon how so the gam crokys, {139 Examyn oure bokys. {140 Secundus Demon here is a bag full, lokys, {141 of pride and of lust, {142 Of Wraggers and wrears / a bag full of brefes, {143 Of carpars and cryars / of mychers and thefes, {144 Of lurdans and lyars / that no man lefys, {145 Of flytars, of flyars / and renderars of reffys; {146 This can I, {147 Of alkyn astates {148 that go bi the gatys, {149 Of poore pride, that god hatys, {150 Twenty so many. {151 Primus Demon peasse, I pray the, be still / I laghe that I kynke, {152 Is oght Ire in thi bill / and then shall thou drynke. {153 Secundus Demon sir, so mekill ill will / that thai wold, synke {154 Thare foes in a fyere still / bot not all that I thynke {155 dar I say, {156 Bot before hym he prase hym, {157 behynde he mys-sase hym, {158 Thus dowbill he mase hym, {159 thus do thai today. {160 Primus Demon has thou oght Writen there / of the femynyn gendere? {161 Secundus Demon yei, mo then I may bere / of rolles forto render; {162 Thai ar sharp as a spere / if thai seme bot slender; {163 Thai ar euer in were / if thai be tender, {164 yll fetyld. {165 she that is most meke, {166 When she semys full seke, {167 she can rase vp a reke {168 if she be well nettyld. {169 Primus Demon Thou art the best hyne / that euer cam beside vs. {170 Secundus Demon yei, bot go we, master myne / yit wold I we hyde vs; {171 Thai haue blowen lang syne / thai will not abide vs; {172 We may lightly tyne / and then will ye chide vs {173 Togeder. {174 Primus Demon Make redy oure tolys. {175 ffor we dele with no folys. {176 Secundus Demon sir, all clerkys of oure scolys {177 ar bowne furth theder; {178 Bot, sir, I tell you before / had domysday oght tarid, {179 We must haue biggid, hell more / the warld is so warid. {180 Primus Demon Now gett we dowbill store / of bodys myscarid, {181 To the soules where thai wore / both sam to be harrid. {182 Secundus Demon Thise rolles {183 Ar of bakbytars, {184 And fals quest-dytars, {185 I had no help of writars {186 bot thise two dalles. {187 ffaithe and trowth, maffay / has no fete to stande; {188 The poore pepyll must pay / if oght be in hande, {189 The drede of god is away / and lawe out of lande. {190 Primus Demon By that wist I that domysday / was nere hande {191 In seson. {192 Secundus Demon Sir, it is saide in old sawes- {193 the longere that day dawes- {194 `Wars pepill wars lawes.' {195 Primus Demon I lagh at thi reson; {196 Alle this was token / domysday to drede; {197 ffull oft was it spokyn / full few take hede; {198 Bot now shall we be wrokyn / of thare falshede, {199 ffor now bese vnlokyn / many dern dede {200 In Ire; {201 All thare synnes shall be knawen, {202 Othere mens, then thare awne. {203 Secundus Demon Bot if this draght be well drawen {204 don is in the myre. {205 Tutivillus Whi spir ye not, sir / no questyons? {206 I am oone of youre ordir / and oone of youre sons; {207 I stande at my tristur / when othere men shones. {208 Primus Demon Now thou art myn awne querestur / I wote where thou wonnes; {209 do tell me. {210 Tutivillus I was youre chefe tollare, {211 And sithen courte rollar, {212 Now am I master lollar, {213 And of sich men I mell me. {214 I haue broght to youre hande / of saules, dar I say, {215 Mo than ten thowsand / in an howre of a day; {216 som at ayll-howse I fande / and som of ferray, {217 som cursid, som bande / som yei, som nay; {218 so many {219 Thus broght I on blure, {220 thus did I my cure. {221 Primus Demon Thou art the best sawgeoure {222 that euer had I any. {223 Tutivillus here a roll of ragman / of the rownde tabill, {224 Of breffes in my bag, man / of synnes dampnabill; {225 vnethes may I wag, man / for wery in youre stabill {226 Whils I set my stag, man. / {227 Secundus Demon abide, ye ar abill To take wage; {228 Thou can of cowrte thew, {229 Bot lay downe the dewe {230 ffor thou will be a shrew, {231 be thou com at age. {232 Tutivillus here I be gesse / of many nyce hoket, {233 Of care and of curstnes / hethyng and hoket, {234 Gay gere and witles / his hode set on koket, {235 As prowde as pennyles / his slefe has no poket, {236 ffull redles; {237 With thare hemmyd shoyn, {238 All this must be done, {239 Bot syre is out at hye noyn {240 And his barnes bredeles. {241 A horne and a duch ax / his slefe must be flekyt, {242 A syde hede and a fare fax / his gowne must be spekytt, {243 Thus toke I youre tax / thus ar my bookys blekyt. {244 Primus Demon Thou art best on thi wax / that euer was clekyt, {245 or knawen; {246 with wordes will thou fill vs, {247 bot tell thi name till vs. {248 Tutivillus Mi name is tutiuillus, {249 my horne is blawen; {250 a ffragmina verborum / tutiullus colligit horum, b Belzabub algorum / belial belium doliorum. Secundus Demon What, I se thou can of gramory / and som what of arte; {251 had I bot a penny / on the wold, I warte. {252 Tutivillus Of femellys a quantite / here fynde I parte. {253 Primus Demon Tutiuillus, let se / goddys forbot thou sparte! {254 Tutivillus so Ioly {255 Ilka las in a lande {256 like a lady nerehande, {257 So fresh and so plesande, {258 makys men to foly. {259 If she be neuer so fowll a dowde / with hir kelles and hir pynnes, {260 The shrew hir self can shrowde / both hir chekys and hir chynnes; {261 she can make it full prowde / with iapes and with gynnes, {262 hir hede as hy as a clowde / bot no shame of hir synnes {263 Thai fele; {264 When she is thus paynt, {265 she makys it so quaynte, {266 She lookys like a saynt, {267 And wars then the deyle. {268 she is hornyd like a kowe / [...] fon syn, {269 The cuker hyngys so side now / furrid with a cat skyn, {270 All thise ar for you / thai ar commen of youre kyn. {271 Secundus Demon Now, the best body art thou / that euer cam here in. {272 Tutivillus An vsage, {273 swilk dar I vndertake, {274 makys theym breke thare wedlake, {275 And lif in syn for hir sake, {276 And breke thare awne spowsage. {277 yit a poynt haue I fon / I tell you before, {278 That fals swerars shall hider com / mo then a thowsand skore; {279 In sweryng thai grefe godys son / and pyne hym more and more, {280 Therfor mon thai with vs won / in hell for euer more. {281 I say thus, {282 That rasers of the fals tax, {283 And gederars of greyn wax, {284 Diabolus est mendax {285 Et pater eius. {286 yit a poynte of the new gett / to tell will I not blyn, {287 Of prankyd gownes & shulders vp set / mos & flokkys sewyd wyth in; {288 To vse sich gise thai will not let / thai say it is no syn, {289 Bot on sich pilus I me set / and clap thaym cheke and chyn, {290 no nay. {291 dauid in his sawtere says thus, {292 That to hell shall thai trus, {293 Cum suis adinuencionibus, {294 for onys and for ay. {295 yit of thise kyrkchaterars / here ar a menee, {296 Of barganars and okerars / and lufars of symonee, {297 Of runkers and rowners / god castys thaym out, trulee, {298 ffrom his temple all sich mysdoers / I cach thaym then to me {299 ffull soyn; {300 ffor writen I wote it is {301 In the gospell, withoutten mys, {302 Et eam fecistis {303 Speluncam latronum. {304 yit of the synnes seven / som thyng speciall {305 now nately to neven / that renys ouer all; {306 Thise laddys thai leven / as lordys riall, {307 At ee to be even / picturde in pall {308 As kyngys; {309 May he dug hym a doket, {310 A kodpese like a pokett, {311 hym thynke it no hoket {312 his tayll when he Wryngys. {313 his luddokkys thai lowke / like walk-mylne cloggys, {314 his hede is like a stowke / hurlyd as hoggys, {315 A woll blawen bowke / thise fryggys as froggys, {316 This Ielian Iowke / dryfys he no doggys {317 To felter; {318 Bot with youre yolow lokkys, {319 ffor all youre many mokkys, {320 ye shall clym on hell crokkys {321 With a halpeny heltere. {322 And nell With hir nyfyls / of crisp and of sylke, {323 Tent well youre twyfyls / youre nek abowte as mylke; {324 With youre bendys and youre bridyls / of sathan, the whilke {325 sir sathanas Idyls / you for tha ilke {326 This gill knaue; {327 It is open behynde, {328 before is it pynde, {329 Bewar of the West wynde {330 youre smok lest it wafe. {331 Of Ire and of enuy / fynde I herto, {332 Of couetyse and glotony / and many other mo; {333 Thai call and thai cry / go we now, go! {334 I dy nere for dry / and ther syt thai so {335 All nyght; {336 With hawvell and Iawvell, {337 syngyng of lawvell, {338 Thise ar howndys of hell, {339 That is thare right. {340 In slewthe then thai syn / goddys warkys thai not Wyrke; {341 To belke thai begyn / and spew that is irke; {342 his hede must be holdyn / ther in the myrke, {343 Then deffys hym with dyn / the bellys of the kyrke, {344 When thai clatter; {345 he wishys the clerke hanged, {346 ffor that he rang it, {347 Bot thar hym not lang it, {348 What commys ther after. {349 And ye Ianettys of the stewys / and lychoures on lofte, {350 youre baill now brewys / avowtrees full ofte, {351 youre gam now grewys / I shall you set softe, {352 youre sorow enewes / com to my crofte {353 All ye; {354 All harlottys and horres, {355 And bawdys that procures, {356 To bryng thaym to lures, {357 Welcom to my see! {358 ye lurdans and lyars / mychers and thefes, {359 fflytars and flyars / that all men reprefes, {360 Spolars, extorcyonars / Welcom, my lefes! {361 ffals Iurars and vsurars / to symony that clevys, {362 To tell; {363 hasardars and dysars, {364 ffals dedys forgars, {365 Slanderars, bakbytars, {366 All vnto hell. {367 Primus Demon When I harde many swilke / many spytus and fell, {368 And few good of ilke / I had meruell, {369 I trowd it drew nere the prik. / {370 Secundus Demon sir, a worde of counsell; saules cam so thyk / now late vnto hell {371 As euer; {372 Oure porter at hell yate {373 Is haldyn so strate, {374 vp erly and downe late, {375 he rystys neuer. {376 Primus Demon Thou art pereles of tho / that euer yit knew I, {377 when I Will may I go / if thou be by; {378 Go we now, We two. / {379 Secundus Demon syr, I am redy. Primus Demon Take oure rolles also, / ye knawe the cause Why; {380 do com {381 And tent well this day. {382 Secundus Demon sir, as well as I may. {383 Primus Demon Qui vero mala {384 In ignem eternum. {385 Jesus Ilka creatoure take tente {386 What bodworde I shall you bryng, {387 This wykyd warld, away is wente, {388 and I am commyn as crownyd kyng; {389 Mi fader of heuen has me downe sente, {390 to deme youre dedys and make endyng; {391 Commen is the day of Iugemente, {392 of sorrow may euery synfull syng. {393 The day is commen of catyfnes, {394 all those to care that ar vncleyn, {395 The day of batell and bitternes, {396 ffull long abiden has it beyn; {397 The day of drede to more and les, {398 of Ioy, of tremlyng, and of teyn, {399 Ilka wight that wikyd is {400 may say, alas this day is seyn! {401 here may ye se my Woundys wide {402 that I suffred for youre mysdede, {403 Thrugh harte, hede, fote, hande and syde, {404 not for my gilte bot for youre nede. {405 Behald, both bak, body, and syde, {406 how dere I boght youre broder-hede, {407 Thise bitter paynes I wold, abide, {408 to by you blys thus wold, I blede. {409 Mi body was skowrgid, withoutten skill, {410 also ther full throly was I thrett; {411 On crosse thai hang me on a hill, {412 blo and blody thus was I bett; {413 With crowne of thorne thrastyn full ill, {414 A spere vnto my harte thai sett; {415 Mi harte blode sparid thai not to spill. {416 man, for thi luf wold, I not lett. {417 The Iues spytt on me spitusly, {418 thai sparid, me no more then a thefe; {419 When thai me smote I stud, stilly, {420 agans thaym did I nokyns grefe. {421 Beholde, mankynde, this ilk am I, {422 that for the suffred sich myschefe, {423 Thus was I dight for thi foly, {424 man, loke thi luf was me full lefe. {425 Thus was I dight thi sorow to slake; {426 man, thus behovid the borud, to be; {427 In all my wo toke I no wrake, {428 my will it was for luf of the. {429 Man, for sorow aght the to qwake, {430 this dredfull day this sight to se; {431 All this suffred I for thi sake. {432 say, man, What suffred, thou for me? {433 Mi blissid barnes on my right hande, {434 youre dome this day thar ye not drede, {435 ffor all youre ioy is now commande, {436 youre life in likyng shall ye lede. {437 Commes to the kyngdom ay lastand, {438 That you is dight for youre good dede, {439 ffull blithe may ye be there ye stand, {440 ffor mekill in heuen bees youre mede. {441 When I was hungre ye me fed, {442 To slek my thrist ye war full fre; {443 When I was clothles ye me cled, {444 ye Wold, no sorowe on me se; {445 In hard, prison When I was sted, {446 On my penance ye had pyte; {447 ffull seke when I was broght in bed, {448 kyndly ye cam to comforth me. {449 When I was will and weriest {450 ye harberd me full esely, {451 ffull glad then were ye of youre gest, {452 Ye plenyd my pouerte full pitusly; {453 Belife ye broght me of the best, {454 And maide my bed there I shuld, ly, {455 Therfor in heuen shall be youre rest, {456 In ioy and blys to beld, me by. {457 Primus Bonus lord, When had thou so mekill nede? {458 hungre or thrusty, how myght it be? {459 Secundus Bonus When was oure harte fre the to feede? {460 In prison When myght We the se? {461 Tercius Bonus When was thou seke, or wantyd wede? {462 To harbowre the when helpid we? {463 Quartus Bonus When had thou nede of oure fordede? {464 when did we all this dede to the? {465 Jesus Mi blissid barnes, I shall you say {466 what tyme this dede was to me done; {467 When any that nede had nyght or day, {468 Askyd you help and had it sone; {469 youre fre harte saide theym neuer nay, {470 Erly ne late, myd-day ne noyn, {471 As ofte-sithes as thai wold, pray, {472 Thai thurte bot aske and haue thare boyn. {473 ye cursid, catyfs of kames kyn, {474 That neuer me comforthid, in my care, {475 Now I and ye for euer shall twyn, {476 In doyll to dwell for euer mare; {477 youre bitter bayles shall neuer blyn {478 That ye shall thole when ye com thare, {479 Thus haue ye seruyd for youre syn, {480 ffor derfe dedys ye haue doyn are. {481 When I had myster of mete and drynke, {482 Catyfs, ye chaste me from youre yate; {483 when ye were set as syres on bynke {484 I stode ther oute wery and Wate, {485 yit none of you Wold, on me thynke, {486 To haue pite on my poore astate; {487 Therfor to hell I shall you synke, {488 Well ar ye worthy to go that gate. {489 When I was seke and soryest {490 ye viset me noght, for I was poore; {491 In prison fast when I was fest {492 wold, none of you loke how I foore; {493 When I wist neuer where to rest {494 With dyntys ye drofe me from youre doore, {495 Bot euer to pride then were ye prest, {496 Mi flesh, my bloode, ye oft for-swore. {497 Clothles, When that I was cold, {498 That nerehande for you yode I nakyd, {499 Mi myschefe sagh ye many folde, {500 Was none of you my sorowe slakyd; {501 Bot euer forsoke me, yong and olde, {502 Therfor shall ye now be forsakyd. {503 Primus Malus lorde, when had thou, that all has, {504 hunger or thriste, sen thou god is? {505 When was that thou in prison was? {506 When was thou nakyd or harberles? {507 Secundus Malus When myght we se the seke, alas! {508 and kyd the all this vnkyndnes? {509 Tercius Malus When was we let the helples pas? {510 When dyd ye the this wikydnes? {511 Quartus Malus Alas, for doyll this day! {512 alas, that euer I it abode! {513 Now am I dampned for ay, {514 this dome may I not avoyde. {515 Jesus Catyfs, alas, ofte as it betyde {516 that nedefull oght askyd in my name, {517 ye harde thaym noght, youre eeres was hid, {518 youre help to thaym was not at hame; {519 To me was that vnkyndnes kyd, {520 therfor ye bere this bitter blame, {521 To the lest of myne when ye oght dyd, {522 to me ye dyd the self and same. {523 Mi chosyn childer, commes to me! {524 With me to dwell now shall ye weynde, {525 Ther ioy and blys euer shall be, {526 youre life in lykyng for to leynde. {527 ye warid Wightys, from me ye fle, {528 In hell to dwell withoutten ende! {529 Ther shall ye noght bot sorow se, {530 And sit bi sathanas the feynde. {531 Primus Demon Do now furthe go, / trus, go we hyne! {532 vnto endles wo / ay-lastand pyne; {533 Nay, tary not so / we get ado syne. {534 Secundus Demon hyte hyder warde, ho / harry ruskyne! {535 War oute! {536 The meyn shall ye nebyll, {537 And I shall syng the trebill, {538 A revant the devill {539 Till all this hole rowte. {540 Tutivillus youre lyfes ar lorne / and commen is youre care; {541 ye may ban ye were borne / the bodes you bare, {542 And youre faders beforne / so cursid, ye ar. {543 Primus Demon ye may wary the morne / and day that ye ware {544 Of youre moder {545 ffirst borne forto be, {546 ffor the wo ye mon dre. {547 Secundus Demon Ilkone of you mon se {548 sorow of oder. {549 Where is the gold, and the good / that ye gederd togedir? {550 The mery menee that yode / hider and thedir? {551 Tutivillus Gay gyrdyls, iaggid hode / prankyd gownes, whedir? {552 haue ye wit or ye wode / ye broght not hider {553 Bot sorowe, {554 And youre synnes in youre nekkys. {555 Primus Demon I beshrew thaym that rekkys! {556 he comes to late that bekkys {557 youre bodyes to borow. {558 Secundus Demon Sir, I Wold, cut thaym a skawte / and make theym be knawne; {559 Thay were sturdy and hawte / great boste haue thai blawne; {560 youre pride and youre pransawte / What will it gawne? {561 ye tolde ilk mans defawte / and forgate youre awne. {562 Tutivillus moreouer {563 Thare neghburs thai demyd, {564 Thaym self as it semyd, {565 Bot now ar thai flemyd {566 ffrom sayntys to recouer. {567 Primus Demon Thar neghburs thai towchid / With wordys full ill, {568 The warst ay thai sowchid / and had no skill. {569 Secundus Demon The pennys thai powchid / and held, thaym still; {570 The negons thai mowchid / and had no will {571 ffor hart fare; {572 Bot riche and ill-dedy, {573 Gederand and gredy, {574 sore napand and nedy {575 youre godys forto spare. {576 Tutivillus ffor all that ye spard / and dyd extorcyon, {577 ffor youre childer ye card / youre heyre and youre son, {578 Now is all in oureward / youre yeres ar ron, {579 It is commen in vowgard / youre dame malison, {580 To bynde it; {581 ye set bi no cursyng, {582 Ne no sich small thyng. {583 Primus Demon No, bot prase at the partyng, {584 ffor now mon ye fynde it. {585 youre leyfys and youre females / ye brake youre wedlake; {586 Tell me now what it vales / all that mery lake? {587 se so falsly it falys. / {588 Secundus Demon syr, I dar vndertake Thai will tell no tales / bot se so thai quake {589 ffor moton; {590 he that to that gam gose, {591 Now namely on old, tose. {592 Tutivillus Thou held, vp the lose, {593 That had I forgotten. {594 Primus Demon sir, I trow thai be dom / somtyme were full melland; {595 Will ye se how thai glom. / {596 Secundus Demon thou art ay telland; Now shall thai haue rom / in pyk and tar euer dwelland, {597 Of thare sorow no some / bot ay to be yelland {598 In oure fostre. {599 Tutivillus By youre lefe may We mefe you? {600 Primus Demon showe furth, I shrew you! {601 Secundus Demon yit to-nyght shall I shew you {602 A mese of ill ostre. {603 Tutivillus Of thise cursid forsworne / and all that here leyndys, {604 Blaw, wolfys-hede and oute-horne / now namely my freyndys. {605 Primus Demon Illa haill were ye borne / youre awne shame you sheyndys, {606 That shall ye fynde or to morne. / {607 Secundus Demon com now with feyndys To youre angre; {608 youre dedys you dam; {609 Com, go we now sam, {610 It is commen youre gam, {611 Com, tary no langer. {612 Primus Bonus We loue the, lorde, in alkyn thyng, {613 That for thyne awne has ordand thus, {614 That we may haue now oure dwellyng {615 In heuen blis giffen vnto vs. {616 Therfor full boldly may we syng {617 On oure way as we trus; {618 Make we all myrth and louyng {619 With te deum laudamus. {620 Lazarus Jesus Commes now, brethere, and go With me; {1 We Will pas furth vntill Iude, {2 To betany will we Weynde, {3 To vyset lazare that is oure freynde. {4 Gladly I wold, we with hym speke, {5 I tell you sothely he is seke. {6 Peter I red, not that ye thider go, {7 The Iues halden you for thare fo; {8 I red ye com not in that stede, {9 ffor if ye do then be ye dede. {10 Johnh Master, trist thou [not] on the Iue, {11 ffor many day sen thou thaym knewe, {12 And last tyme that we were thore {13 We wenyd till haue bene ded, therfor. {14 Thomas When we were last in that contre, {15 This othere day, both thou and we, {16 We wenyd that thou ther shuld haue bene slayn; {17 Will thou now go thider agane? {18 Jesus herkyn, breder, and takys kepe; {19 lazare oure freynde is fallyn on slepe; {20 The way till hym now will we take, {21 To styr that knyght and gar hym wake. {22 Peter Sir, me thynke it were the best {23 To let hym slepe and take his rest; {24 And kepe that no man com hym hend, {25 ffor if he slepe then mon he mend. {26 Jesus I say to you, With outten fayll, {27 No kepyng may till hym availl, {28 Ne slepe may stand hym in no stede, {29 I say you sekerly he is dede; {30 Therfor I say you now at last {31 leyfe this speche and go we fast. {32 Thomas Sir, What so euer ye bid vs do {33 We assent vs well ther to; {34 I hope to god ye shall not fynde {35 None of vs shall lefe behynde; {36 ffor any parell that may befall {37 Weynde we With oure master all. {38 Martha help me, lorde, and gif me red! {39 lazare my broder now is dede, {40 That was to the both lefe and dere; {41 he had not dyed had thou bene here. {42 Jesus Martha, martha, thou may be fayn, {43 Thi brothere shall rise and lif agayn. {44 Martha lorde, I wote that he shall ryse {45 And com before the good iustyce; {46 ffor at the dredfull day of dome {47 There mon ye kepe hym at his come, {48 To loke What dome ye Will hym gif; {49 Then mon he rise, then mon he lyf. {50 Jesus I Warne you, both man and wyfe, {51 That I am rysyng, and I am life; {52 And Whoso truly trowys in me, {53 That I was euer and ay shall be, {54 Oone thyng I shall hym gif, {55 Though he be dede yit shall he lif. {56 say thou, Woman, trowys thou this? {57 Martha yee, for sothe, my lorde of blys, {58 Ellys were I greatly to mysprase, {59 ffor all is sothe-fast that thou says. {60 Jesus Go tell thi sister mawdlayn {61 That I com, ye may be fayn. {62 Martha Sister, lefe this sorowful bande, {63 Oure lorde commys here at hand, {64 And his apostyls with hym also. {65 Mary.1 A, for godys luf let me go! {66 Blissid, be he that sende me grace, {67 That I may se the in this place. {68 lorde, mekill sorow may men se {69 Of my sister here and me; {70 We ar heuy as any lede, {71 ffor our broder that thus is dede. {72 had thou bene here and on hym sene, {73 dede for sothe had he not bene. {74 Jesus hider to you commen we ar {75 To make you comforth of youre care, {76 Bot loke no fayntyse ne no slawth {77 Bryng you oute of stedfast trawthe, {78 Then shall I hold, you that I saide. {79 lo, where haue ye his body laide? {80 Mary.1 lorde, if it be thi Will, {81 I hope be this he sauers ill, {82 ffor it is now the ferth day gone {83 sen he Was laide vnder yonde stone. {84 Jesus I told, the right now ther thou stode {85 that thi trawth shuld, ay be goode, {86 And if thou may that fulfill {87 All bees done right at thi will. {88 ffader, I pray the that thou rase {89 lazare that was thi hyne, {90 And bryng hym oute of his mysese {91 And oute of hell pyne. {92 When I the pray thou says all wayse {93 Mi will is sich as thyne, {94 Therfor Will we now eke his dayse, {95 To me thou will inclyne. {96 Com furth, lazare, and stand vs by, {97 In erth shall thou no langere ly; {98 Take and lawse hym foote and hande, {99 And from his throte take the bande, {100 And the sudary take hym fro, {101 And all that gere, and let hym go. {102 Lazarus lorde, that all thyng maide of noght, {103 louyng be to thee, {104 That sich Wonder here has Wroght, {105 Gretter may none be. {106 When I was dede to hell I soght, {107 And thou, thrugh thi pauste, {108 Rasid me vp and thens me broght, {109 Behold, and ye may se. {110 Ther is none so styf on stede, {111 Ne none so prowde in prese, {112 Ne none so dughty in his dede, {113 Ne none so dere on deese, {114 No kyng, no knyght, no Wight in wede, {115 ffrom dede haue maide hym seese, {116 Ne flesh he was wonte to fede, {117 It shall be Wormes mese. {118 youre dede is Wormes coke, {119 youre myrroure here ye loke, {120 And let me be youre boke, {121 youre sampill take by me; {122 ffro dede you cleke in cloke, {123 sich shall ye all be. {124 Ilkon in sich aray / With dede thai shall be dight, {125 And closid colde in clay / Wheder he be kyng or knyght {126 ffor all his garmentes gay / that semely were in sight, {127 his flesh shall frete away / With many a wofull wight. {128 Then wofully sich wightys {129 Shall gnawe thise gay knyghtys, {130 Thare lunges and thare lightys, {131 Thare harte shall frete in sonder; {132 Thise masters most of myghtys {133 Thus shall thai be broght vnder. {134 Vnder the erthe ye shall / thus carefully then cowche; {135 The royfe of youre hall / youre nakyd nose shall towche; {136 Nawther great ne small / To you will knele ne crowche; {137 A shete shall be youre pall / sich todys shall be youre nowche; {138 Todys shall you dere, {139 ffeyndys will you fere, {140 youre flesh that fare was here {141 Thus rufully shall rote; {142 In stede of fare colore {143 sich bandys shall bynde youre throte. {144 youre rud that was so red / youre lyre the lylly lyke, {145 Then shall be wan as led / and stynke as dog in dyke; {146 Wormes shall in you brede / as bees dos in the byke, {147 And ees out of youre hede / Thus-gate shall paddokys pyke; {148 To pike you ar preste {149 Many vncomly beest, {150 Thus thai shall make a feste {151 Of youre flesh and youre blode. {152 ffor you then sorows leste {153 The moste has of youre goode. {154 youre goodys ye shall forsake / If ye be neuer so lothe, {155 And nothing With you take / Bot sich a wyndyng clothe; {156 youre Wife sorow shall slake / youre chylder also both, {157 vnnes youre mynnyng make / If ye be neuer so wrothe; {158 Thai myn you with nothyng {159 That may be youre helpyng, {160 Nawther in mes syngyng, {161 Ne yit with almus dede; {162 Therfor in youre leuyng {163 Be wise and take good hede. {164 Take hede for you to dele / Whils ye ar on life, {165 Trust neuer freyndys frele / Nawthere of childe then wife; {166 ffor sectures ar not lele / Then for youre good Will stryfe; {167 To by youre saules hele / There may no man thaym shrife. {168 To shrife no man thaym may, {169 After youre endyng day, {170 youre saull for to glad, {171 youre sectures will swere nay, {172 And say ye aght more then ye had. {173 Amende the, man, Whils thou may, {174 let neuer no myrthe fordo thi mynde; {175 Thynke thou on the dredefull day {176 When god shall deme all mankynde. {177 Thynke thou farys as dothe the wynde; {178 This warlde is wast & will away; {179 Man, haue this in thi mynde, {180 And amende the Whils that thou may. {181 Amende the, man, whils thou art here, {182 Agane thou go an othere gate; {183 When thou art dede and laide on bere, {184 Wyt thou well thou bees to late; {185 ffor if all the goode that euer thou gate {186 Were delt for the after thi day, {187 In heuen it wolde not mende thi state, {188 fforthi amende the Whils thou may. {189 If thou be right ryall in rente, {190 As is the stede standyng in stall, {191 In thi harte knowe and thynke {192 That thai ar goddys goodys all. {193 he myght haue maide the poore and small {194 As he that beggys fro day to day; {195 Wit thou well acountys gif thou shall, {196 Therfore amende the whils thou may. {197 And if I myght with you dwell {198 To tell you all my tyme, {199 ffull mekill cowthe I tell {200 That I haue harde and sene, {201 Of many a great meruell, {202 sich as ye wolde not wene, {203 In the paynes of hell {204 There as I haue bene. {205 Bene I haue in wo, {206 Therfor kepe you ther fro; {207 Whilst ye lif do so {208 If ye will dwell with hym {209 That can gar you thus go, {210 And hele you lith and lym. {211 he is a lorde of grace, {212 Vmthynke you in this case, {213 And pray hym, full of myght, {214 he kepe you in this place {215 And haue you in his sight. {216 Amen The Hanging of Judas Judas Alas, alas, & walaway! {1 waryd & cursyd I haue beyn ay; {2 I slew my father, & syn by-lay {3 My moder der; {4 And falsly, aftur, I can betray {5 Myn awn mayster. {6 My fathers name was ruben, right; {7 Sibaria my moder hight; {8 Als he her knew apon a nyght {9 All fleshle, {10 In her sleyp she se a sighte, {11 A great ferle. {12 her thoght ther lay her syd with-in {13 A lothly lumpe of fleshly syn, {14 Of the which distruccion schuld begyn {15 Of all Iury; {16 That Cursyd Clott of Camys kyn, {17 fforsoth, was I. {18 Dreyd of that sight mad her awake, {19 & all hir body did tremyll & qwake; {20 her thoght hir hert did all to-brake- {21 No wonder was- {22 the first[e] word my moder spake {23 was alas, alas! {24 Alas, alas! sche cryed faste, {25 with that, on weping owt sche braste: {26 My father wakyd, at the laste, {27 & her afranyd; {28 Sche told hym how she was agaste, {29 & nothyng laynyd. {30 my father bad, "let be thy woo! {31 my Cowncel is, if hit be soo, {32 A child be gettyn betwixt hus too, {33 Doghter or son, {34 lett hit neuer on erth[e] go, {35 Bot be fordon. {36 bettur hit is fordon to be {37 then hit fordo both the & me; {38 ffor in a while then schall we se, {39 & full well knaw, {40 wheder that swevyns be vanite {41 or on to traw." {42 The tyme was comyn that I was borne, {43 os my moder sayd beforn; {44 Alas, that I had beyn forlorn {45 With-In hir syd! {46 for ther then spronge a schrewid thorn {47 That spred full wyd. {48 for I was born with owtyn grace, {49 Thay me namyd & Callyd Iudas; {50 The father of the child ay hays {51 Great petye; {52 He myght not thoyle afor his face {53 My deth to se. {54 My ded to se then myght he noght; {55 A lytyll lep he gart he wroght, {56 & ther I was in bed [i-]broght {57 & bondon faste; {58 To the salt se then thay soght, {59 & In me Caste. {60 The wawes rosse, the wynd[e] blew; {61 That I was Cursyd full well thai knew; {62 The storme vnto the yle me threw, {63 That lytill botte; {64 And of that land my to-name drew, {65 Iudas skariott. {66 Thor os wrekke in sand I lay, {67 The qweyn Com passyng ther away, {68 With hir madyns to sport & play; {69 And prevaly {70 A child she fond in slyk aray, {71 & had ferly. {72 Neuer-the-lesse sche was well payd, {73 And on hir lap[pe] sche me layd; {74 Sche me kissid & with me playd, {75 ffor I was fayre; {76 "A child god hays me send," sche sayd, {77 "to be myn ayre." {78 Sche mad me be to norice done, {79 And fosterd as her awn[e] sone, {80 And told the kyng that sche had gone {81 All the yer with child; {82 And with fayr wordys, as wemen Con, {83 sche hym begild. {84 Then the kyng gart mak a fest {85 To all the land [right] of the best, {86 ffor that he had gettyn a gest, {87 A swetly thyng, {88 When he wer ded & broght to rest, {89 that myght be kyng. {90 Sone aftur with in yer[e]s too, {91 In the land hit befell soo, {92 The qweyn hir selff with child Can goo; {93 A son sche bayr; {94 A fayrer child, from tope to too {95 Man neuer se ayre. {96