The Harrowing of Hell B, Christ's Appearance to Mary; Pilate Berates the Soldiers
Tunc dormyent milites, et ueniet Anima Christi de inferno cum Adam et Eua, Abraham, Johan Baptist, et aliis.
Anima Christi
Come forthe, Adam, and Eue with the,1
And all my fryndys þat herein be!
To paradys come forthe with me,
In blysse for to dwelle.
þe fende of helle, þat is 3oure foo,
He xal be wrappyd and woundyn in woo.
Fro wo to welthe now xul 3e go,7
With myrthe evyrmore to melle.
Come forthe, Adam, and Eue with the,1
And all my fryndys þat herein be!
To paradys come forthe with me,
In blysse for to dwelle.
þe fende of helle, þat is 3oure foo,
He xal be wrappyd and woundyn in woo.
Fro wo to welthe now xul 3e go,7
With myrthe evyrmore to melle.
Adam
I thanke þe, Lord, of þi grett grace,9
That now is for3ovyn my grett trespace.
Now xal we dwellyn in blysful place,
In joye and endeles myrthe.
Thorwe my synne man was forlorn,
And man to saue þu wore all torn,
And of a mayd in Bedlem born,15
þat evyr blyssyd be þi byrthe.
I thanke þe, Lord, of þi grett grace,9
That now is for3ovyn my grett trespace.
Now xal we dwellyn in blysful place,
In joye and endeles myrthe.
Thorwe my synne man was forlorn,
And man to saue þu wore all torn,
And of a mayd in Bedlem born,15
þat evyr blyssyd be þi byrthe.
Eua
Blyssyd be þu, Lord of Lyff!17
I am Eue, Adamis wyff.
þu hast soferyd strok and stryff
For werkys þat we wrought.
þi mylde mercy haht all for3[e]vyn;
Dethis dentys on þe were drevyn.
Now with þe, Lord, we xul levyn —23
þi bryght blood hath us bowth.
Blyssyd be þu, Lord of Lyff!17
I am Eue, Adamis wyff.
þu hast soferyd strok and stryff
For werkys þat we wrought.
þi mylde mercy haht all for3[e]vyn;
Dethis dentys on þe were drevyn.
Now with þe, Lord, we xul levyn —23
þi bryght blood hath us bowth.
Johannes Baptista
I am þi cosyn, my name is Johan.25
þi woundys hath betyn be to þe bon.
I baptyzid þe in Flom Jordon,
And 3aff þi body baptyze.
With þi grace now xul we gon
From oure enmyes everychon
And fyndyn myrthis many on31
In pley of paradyse.
I am þi cosyn, my name is Johan.25
þi woundys hath betyn be to þe bon.
I baptyzid þe in Flom Jordon,
And 3aff þi body baptyze.
With þi grace now xul we gon
From oure enmyes everychon
And fyndyn myrthis many on31
In pley of paradyse.
Abraham
I am Abraham, fadyr trowe33
þat reyned after Noes flowe.
A sory synne Adam gan sowe,
þat clad us all in care.
A sone þat maydenys mylk hath sokyn,
And with his blood oure bonde hath brokyn.
Helle logge lyth vnlokyn —39
Fro fylth with frende we fare.
I am Abraham, fadyr trowe33
þat reyned after Noes flowe.
A sory synne Adam gan sowe,
þat clad us all in care.
A sone þat maydenys mylk hath sokyn,
And with his blood oure bonde hath brokyn.
Helle logge lyth vnlokyn —39
Fro fylth with frende we fare.
Anima Christi
Fayre frendys, now be 3e wunne,41
On 3ow shyneth þe sothfast sunne.
þe gost þat all grevaunce hath gunne,
Ful harde I xal hym bynde.
As wyckyd werme þu gunne apere
To tray my chylderyn þat were so dere.
þerfore, traytour, heuyrmore here47
Newe peynes þu xalt evyr fynde.
Fayre frendys, now be 3e wunne,41
On 3ow shyneth þe sothfast sunne.
þe gost þat all grevaunce hath gunne,
Ful harde I xal hym bynde.
As wyckyd werme þu gunne apere
To tray my chylderyn þat were so dere.
þerfore, traytour, heuyrmore here47
Newe peynes þu xalt evyr fynde.
Thorwe blood I took of mannys kynde,49
Fals devyl, I here þe bynde!
In endles sorwe I þe wynde,
þerin evyrmore to dwelle.
Now þu art bownde, þu mayst not fle.
For þin envyous cruelté,
In endeles dampnacyon xalt þu be,55
And nevyr comyn out of helle.
Fals devyl, I here þe bynde!
In endles sorwe I þe wynde,
þerin evyrmore to dwelle.
Now þu art bownde, þu mayst not fle.
For þin envyous cruelté,
In endeles dampnacyon xalt þu be,55
And nevyr comyn out of helle.
Beliall
Alas! Herrow! Now am I bownde57
In helle gonge to ly on grounde.
In hendles sorwe now am I wounde,
In care evyrmore to dwelle.
In helle logge I ly3 alone.
Now is my joye awey al gone,
For all fendys xul be my fone.63
I xal nevyr com from helle.
Alas! Herrow! Now am I bownde57
In helle gonge to ly on grounde.
In hendles sorwe now am I wounde,
In care evyrmore to dwelle.
In helle logge I ly3 alone.
Now is my joye awey al gone,
For all fendys xul be my fone.63
I xal nevyr com from helle.
Anima Christi
Now is 3oure foo boundyn in helle,65
þat evyr was besy 3ow for to qwelle.
Now wele I rysyn flesch and felle,
þat rent was for 3oure sake.
Myn owyn body þat hynge on rode,
And, be þe Jewys nevyr so wode,
It xal aryse, both flesch and blode.71
My body now wyl I take.
Now is 3oure foo boundyn in helle,65
þat evyr was besy 3ow for to qwelle.
Now wele I rysyn flesch and felle,
þat rent was for 3oure sake.
Myn owyn body þat hynge on rode,
And, be þe Jewys nevyr so wode,
It xal aryse, both flesch and blode.71
My body now wyl I take.
Tunc transiet Anima Christi ad resuscitandum corpus, quo resuscitato dicat Jesus:
Jesus
Harde gatys haue I gon73
And peynes sofryd many on,
Stomblyd at stake and at ston
Ny3 thre and thretty 3ere.
I lyght out of my faderys trone
For to amende mannys mone.
My flesch was betyn to þe bon,79
My blood I bledde clere.
Harde gatys haue I gon73
And peynes sofryd many on,
Stomblyd at stake and at ston
Ny3 thre and thretty 3ere.
I lyght out of my faderys trone
For to amende mannys mone.
My flesch was betyn to þe bon,79
My blood I bledde clere.
For mannys loue I tholyd dede,81
And for mannys loue I am rysyn up rede.
For man I haue mad my body in brede,
His sowle for to fede.
Man, and þu lete me þus gone
And wylt not folwyn me anone,
Such a frende fyndyst þu nevyr none87
To help be at þi nede.
And for mannys loue I am rysyn up rede.
For man I haue mad my body in brede,
His sowle for to fede.
Man, and þu lete me þus gone
And wylt not folwyn me anone,
Such a frende fyndyst þu nevyr none87
To help be at þi nede.
Salue, sancta parens, my modyr dere!89
All heyl, modyr, with glad chere.
For now is aresyn with body clere
þi sone þat was dolve depe.
þis is þe thrydde day þat I 3ow tolde
I xuld arysyn out of þe cley so colde.
Now am I here with brest ful bolde;95
þerfore no more 3e wepe.
All heyl, modyr, with glad chere.
For now is aresyn with body clere
þi sone þat was dolve depe.
þis is þe thrydde day þat I 3ow tolde
I xuld arysyn out of þe cley so colde.
Now am I here with brest ful bolde;95
þerfore no more 3e wepe.
Maria
Welcom, my Lord! Welcom, my grace!97
Welcome, my sone and my solace!
I xal þe wurchep in every place.
Welcom, Lord God of Myght!
Mekel sorwe in hert I leed
Whan þu were leyd in dethis beed.
But now my blysse is newly breed;103
All men may joye þis syght.
Welcom, my Lord! Welcom, my grace!97
Welcome, my sone and my solace!
I xal þe wurchep in every place.
Welcom, Lord God of Myght!
Mekel sorwe in hert I leed
Whan þu were leyd in dethis beed.
But now my blysse is newly breed;103
All men may joye þis syght.
Jesus
All þis werlde þat was forlorn105
Shal wurchepe 3ou bothe evyn and morn.
For had I not of 3ow be born,
Man had be lost in helle.
I was deed and lyff I haue,
And thorwe my deth man do I saue.
For now I am resyn out of my graue,111
In hevyn man xal now dwelle.
All þis werlde þat was forlorn105
Shal wurchepe 3ou bothe evyn and morn.
For had I not of 3ow be born,
Man had be lost in helle.
I was deed and lyff I haue,
And thorwe my deth man do I saue.
For now I am resyn out of my graue,111
In hevyn man xal now dwelle.
Maria
A dere sone, þese wurdys ben goode.113
þu hast wel comfortyd my mornyng moode.
Blyssyd be þi precyous bloode
þat mankende þus doth saue.
A dere sone, þese wurdys ben goode.113
þu hast wel comfortyd my mornyng moode.
Blyssyd be þi precyous bloode
þat mankende þus doth saue.
Jesus
Now, dere modyr, my leve I take.117
Joye in hert and myrth 3e make.
For deth is deed and lyff doth wake,
Now I am resyn fro my graue.
Now, dere modyr, my leve I take.117
Joye in hert and myrth 3e make.
For deth is deed and lyff doth wake,
Now I am resyn fro my graue.
Maria
Farewel, my sone! Farewel, my childe!121
Farewel, my Lorde, my God so mylde!
Myn hert is wele þat fyrst was whylde.
Farewel, myn owyn dere love!
Now all mankynde, beth glad with gle!
For deth is deed, as 3e may se,
And lyff is reysed, endles to be,127
In hevyn dwellynge above.
Farewel, my sone! Farewel, my childe!121
Farewel, my Lorde, my God so mylde!
Myn hert is wele þat fyrst was whylde.
Farewel, myn owyn dere love!
Now all mankynde, beth glad with gle!
For deth is deed, as 3e may se,
And lyff is reysed, endles to be,127
In hevyn dwellynge above.
Whan my sone was naylyd on tre,129
All women myght rewe with me;
For grettere sorwe myght nevyr non be
Than I dede suflyr, iwys.
But þis joy now passyth all sorwe
þat my childe suffryd in þat hard morwe.
For now he is oure alderers borwe,135
To brynge us all to blys.
All women myght rewe with me;
For grettere sorwe myght nevyr non be
Than I dede suflyr, iwys.
But þis joy now passyth all sorwe
þat my childe suffryd in þat hard morwe.
For now he is oure alderers borwe,135
To brynge us all to blys.
Tunc evigilabunt milites sepulcri, et dicit Primus Miles:
Primus Miles
Awake, awake!137
Hillis gyn quake
And tres ben shake
Ful nere atoo!
Stonys clevyd,
Wyttys ben revid,
Erys ben devid —143
I am servid soo.
Awake, awake!137
Hillis gyn quake
And tres ben shake
Ful nere atoo!
Stonys clevyd,
Wyttys ben revid,
Erys ben devid —143
I am servid soo.
Secundus Miles
He is aresyn, þis is no nay,145
þat was deed and colde in clay!
Now is he resyn belyve þis day,
Grett woundyr it is to me!
He is resyn by his owyn myght,
And forth he goth his wey ful ryght.
How xul we now us qwytte151
Whan Pylat doth us se?
He is aresyn, þis is no nay,145
þat was deed and colde in clay!
Now is he resyn belyve þis day,
Grett woundyr it is to me!
He is resyn by his owyn myght,
And forth he goth his wey ful ryght.
How xul we now us qwytte151
Whan Pylat doth us se?
Tercius Miles
Lete us now go153
Pilat ontoo,
And ryght evyn so
As we han sayn,
þe trewth we sey:
þat out of clay
He is resyn þis day159
þat Jewys han slayn.
Lete us now go153
Pilat ontoo,
And ryght evyn so
As we han sayn,
þe trewth we sey:
þat out of clay
He is resyn þis day159
þat Jewys han slayn.
Quartus Miles
I holde it best.161
Lete us nevyr rest,
But go we prest,
þat it were done.
All heyl, Pilatt,
In þin astat!
He is resyn vp latt167
þat þu gast dome.
I holde it best.161
Lete us nevyr rest,
But go we prest,
þat it were done.
All heyl, Pilatt,
In þin astat!
He is resyn vp latt167
þat þu gast dome.
Pilat
What? What? What? What?169
Out upon the! Why seyst þu þat?
Fy vpon the, harlat,
How darst þu so say?
þu dost myn herte ryght grett greff!
þu lyest vpon hym, fals theff!
How xulde he rysyn ageyn to lyff175
þat lay deed in clay?
What? What? What? What?169
Out upon the! Why seyst þu þat?
Fy vpon the, harlat,
How darst þu so say?
þu dost myn herte ryght grett greff!
þu lyest vpon hym, fals theff!
How xulde he rysyn ageyn to lyff175
þat lay deed in clay?
Primus Miles
3a, þow þu be nevyr so wroth,177
And of these tydandys nevyr so loth,
3itt goodly on ground on lyve he goth,
Qwycke and levynge man.
Iff þu haddyst a ben þer we ware,
In hert þu xuldyst han had gret care,
And of blysse a ben ryght bare,183
Of colore bothe pale and whan.
3a, þow þu be nevyr so wroth,177
And of these tydandys nevyr so loth,
3itt goodly on ground on lyve he goth,
Qwycke and levynge man.
Iff þu haddyst a ben þer we ware,
In hert þu xuldyst han had gret care,
And of blysse a ben ryght bare,183
Of colore bothe pale and whan.
Pilatus
Or 3e come there185
3e dede all swere
To fyght in fere
And bete and bynde.
All þis was trayn,
3oure wurdys wore vayn.
þis is sertayn —191
3ow fals I fynde!
Or 3e come there185
3e dede all swere
To fyght in fere
And bete and bynde.
All þis was trayn,
3oure wurdys wore vayn.
þis is sertayn —191
3ow fals I fynde!
Secundus Miles
Be þe deth þe devyl deyd,193
We were of hym so sore atreyd,
þat for fer we us down leyd
Ryght evyn vpon oure syde.
Whan we were leyd upon þe grounde,
Stylle we lay as we had be bounde.
We durst not ryse for a thowsand pounde,199
Ne not for all þis worlde so wyde.
Be þe deth þe devyl deyd,193
We were of hym so sore atreyd,
þat for fer we us down leyd
Ryght evyn vpon oure syde.
Whan we were leyd upon þe grounde,
Stylle we lay as we had be bounde.
We durst not ryse for a thowsand pounde,199
Ne not for all þis worlde so wyde.
Pilatus
Now fy upon 3oure grett bost!201
All 3oure wurchep is now lost!
In felde, in town, and in every cost,
Men may 3ou dyspravyn.
Now all 3oure wurchep, it is lorn,
And every man may 3ow we[l] scorn,
And bydde 3ow go syttyn in þe corn207
And chare awey þe ravyn.
Now fy upon 3oure grett bost!201
All 3oure wurchep is now lost!
In felde, in town, and in every cost,
Men may 3ou dyspravyn.
Now all 3oure wurchep, it is lorn,
And every man may 3ow we[l] scorn,
And bydde 3ow go syttyn in þe corn207
And chare awey þe ravyn.
Tercius Miles
3a, it was hy3 tyme to leyn oure bost.209
For whan þe body toke a3en þe gost,
He wold a frayd many an ost,
Kynge, knyght, and knave.
3a, whan he dede ryse out of his lake,
þan was þer suche an erthequake
þat all þe worlde it gan to shake!215
þat made us for to rave!
3a, it was hy3 tyme to leyn oure bost.209
For whan þe body toke a3en þe gost,
He wold a frayd many an ost,
Kynge, knyght, and knave.
3a, whan he dede ryse out of his lake,
þan was þer suche an erthequake
þat all þe worlde it gan to shake!215
þat made us for to rave!
Quartus Miles
3a, 3a, herke, felawys, what I xal say:217
Late us not ses be nyght nor day,
But telle þe trewth ryght as it lay
In countré where we goo.
And than I dare ley myn heed
þat þei þat Crystys lawys leed,
They wyl nevyr ses tyl they be deed223
His deth þat brought hym too.
3a, 3a, herke, felawys, what I xal say:217
Late us not ses be nyght nor day,
But telle þe trewth ryght as it lay
In countré where we goo.
And than I dare ley myn heed
þat þei þat Crystys lawys leed,
They wyl nevyr ses tyl they be deed223
His deth þat brought hym too.
Primus Miles
Be Belyall, þis was now wele ment.225
To þis cowncell lete us consent.
Lett us go tellyn with on assent
He is resyn up þis day.
Be Belyall, þis was now wele ment.225
To þis cowncell lete us consent.
Lett us go tellyn with on assent
He is resyn up þis day.
Secundus Miles
I grawnt þerto, and þat forthryght,229
þat he is resyn by his owyn myght.
For þer cam non be day nor nyght
To helpe hym owte of clay.
I grawnt þerto, and þat forthryght,229
þat he is resyn by his owyn myght.
For þer cam non be day nor nyght
To helpe hym owte of clay.
Pilatus
Now, jentyl serys, I pray 3ow all,233
Abyde stylle a lytyl thrall
Whyll þat I myn cowncel call,
And here of þer councell.
Now, jentyl serys, I pray 3ow all,233
Abyde stylle a lytyl thrall
Whyll þat I myn cowncel call,
And here of þer councell.
Primus Miles
Syr, att 3oure prayour we wyl abyde237
Here in þis place a lytel tyde.
But tary not to longe, for we must ryde —
We may not longe dwelle.
Syr, att 3oure prayour we wyl abyde237
Here in þis place a lytel tyde.
But tary not to longe, for we must ryde —
We may not longe dwelle.
Pilatus
Now, jentyl serys, I pray 3ow here241
Sum good cowncel me to lere.
For sertys, serys, without dwere,
We stonnde in ryght grett dowte.
Now, jentyl serys, I pray 3ow here241
Sum good cowncel me to lere.
For sertys, serys, without dwere,
We stonnde in ryght grett dowte.
Cayphas
Now trewly, sere, I 3ow telle,245
þis matere is both fers and felle.
Combros it is þerwith to melle,
And evyl to be browth abowte.
Now trewly, sere, I 3ow telle,245
þis matere is both fers and felle.
Combros it is þerwith to melle,
And evyl to be browth abowte.
Annas
Syr Pylat, þu grett justyse,249
þow þu be of wittys wyse,
3it herke ful sadly with good devyse
What þat þu xalt do:
I counsel þe, be my reed,
þis wundyrful tale pray hem to hede;
And upon þis 3eve hem good mede,255
Bothe golde and sylver also.
Syr Pylat, þu grett justyse,249
þow þu be of wittys wyse,
3it herke ful sadly with good devyse
What þat þu xalt do:
I counsel þe, be my reed,
þis wundyrful tale pray hem to hede;
And upon þis 3eve hem good mede,255
Bothe golde and sylver also.
And, sere, I xall telle 3ow why257
In 3oure erys prevyly
Betweyn us thre serteynly;
Now herk, serys, in 3oure erys.
In 3oure erys prevyly
Betweyn us thre serteynly;
Now herk, serys, in 3oure erys.
Hic faciant Pilatus, Cayphas, et Annas priuatim inter se consilium, quo finito dicat:
Annas
For mede doth most in every qwest,261
And mede is maystyr bothe est and west.
Now trewly, serys, I hold þis best —
With mede men may bynde berys.
For mede doth most in every qwest,261
And mede is maystyr bothe est and west.
Now trewly, serys, I hold þis best —
With mede men may bynde berys.
Cayphas
Sekyr, sere, þis counsell is good.265
Pray þese knyhtys to chaunge þer mood.
3eve them golde, feste, and food,
And þat may chaunge þer wytt.
Sekyr, sere, þis counsell is good.265
Pray þese knyhtys to chaunge þer mood.
3eve them golde, feste, and food,
And þat may chaunge þer wytt.
Pylatt
Sere, 3oure good councel I xall fulfylle.269
Now, jentyl knyhtys, come hedyr me tylle.
I pray 3ow, serys, of 3oure good wylle,
No ferther þat 3e flytt.
Sere, 3oure good councel I xall fulfylle.269
Now, jentyl knyhtys, come hedyr me tylle.
I pray 3ow, serys, of 3oure good wylle,
No ferther þat 3e flytt.
Jentyl knyhtys, I 3ow pray,273
A bettyr sawe þat 3e say.
Sey þer he was cawth away
With his dyscyplis be nyght.
Sey he was with his dyscyplis fett.
I wolde 3e worn in 3oure sadelys ssett.
And haue here gold in a purs knett,279
And to Rome rydyth ryght.
A bettyr sawe þat 3e say.
Sey þer he was cawth away
With his dyscyplis be nyght.
Sey he was with his dyscyplis fett.
I wolde 3e worn in 3oure sadelys ssett.
And haue here gold in a purs knett,279
And to Rome rydyth ryght.
Quartus Miles
Now, Syr Pylatt,281
We gon oure gait.
We wyll not prate
No lengere now.
Now we haue golde,
No talys xul be tolde
To whithtys on wolde,287
We make þe avow.
Now, Syr Pylatt,281
We gon oure gait.
We wyll not prate
No lengere now.
Now we haue golde,
No talys xul be tolde
To whithtys on wolde,287
We make þe avow.
Pilatus
Now, 3e men of myth,289
As 3e han hyght,
Euyn so forthryght,
3oure wurdys not falle.
And 3e xul gon
With me anon,
All everychon295
Into myn halle.
Now, 3e men of myth,289
As 3e han hyght,
Euyn so forthryght,
3oure wurdys not falle.
And 3e xul gon
With me anon,
All everychon295
Into myn halle.
Primus Miles
Now hens we go297
As lyth as ro;
And ryght evyn so
As we han seyd,
We xul kepe counsel
Wheresoevyr we dwell.
We xul no talys tell —303
Be not dysmayd.
Now hens we go297
As lyth as ro;
And ryght evyn so
As we han seyd,
We xul kepe counsel
Wheresoevyr we dwell.
We xul no talys tell —303
Be not dysmayd.
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