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Seyn Scolace the holi maide, holi was of lyve, Levere heo hadde nonne be then be iwedded to wyve.1 Seyn Benet hire brother was, that verst the reule bivond Of blake monkes and of nonnes that me halt into al that lond. His soster Seyn Scolace blac nonne he lette make And taughte hire penaunce to do, to vaste, and eke to wake. This to holi creatures ech yer hadde ane wone To come togadere some tyme and telle of Godes Sone. Ac hor nouther in otheres abbei bileve come ne mighte, Ne wende bileve vor nothing out of hor celle bi nyghte.2 Tho this gode holi maide ibroght was in gret elde, Hire longede with hire brother speke vor feblesse that heo velde. Tho heo hadde to him isend, togadere hi gonne wende, And tolde of Godes priveté al then day to ende. Of the joie of Hevene - hou holi men hor lif ladde - Therof al hor joie was that hi bitwene hem hadde.3 Sori were this holi thinges bothe tho it was eve; Seyn Benet to his soster sede that he ne mighte noleng bileve. Sori was this maide tho. "Brother," heo sede, "thin ore! This holi wordes so murie beth, yut we mote telle more. Wen we in Godes service beth, ne dorre we our ordres breke. Icham so feble that I ne wene never eft with thee speke; Bileve we togadere this one nyght, vor Him that ous dere aboghte.4 Ichot He wole it ous vorgive, vor we doth it in gode thoghte." "Be stille," quath Seyn Benet, "loke wat thou dost telle;5 Wel thou wost that I ne may bi nyghte be fram my celle." Tho this maide isei that it ne huld to bidde hire brother more,6 Hire heved heo gan to honge adoun and wep swithe sore. "Lord," heo sede, "Thou art fol of milce and of ore; Let me, yif Thi wille beo, hure more of Thi lore. Ne let noght my brother tonyght, Lord, fram me wende, Ac let ous with tales of Thi blisse this night bringe to ende." As this maide lokede up, tho heo hadde ido hire bone, That weder that was so cler and vair bigan to chaungi sone. Hit gan to snywe and thondri, lighte, and eke reyne, That ver withynne nyght it was ar that weder wolde fyne. That wel was ech quic best that was in eny inne.7 Nou was this a maister maide that such weder couthe awynne! Tho ne mighte Seyn Benet for weder thenne wende, "Soster," he sede, "wat hastou do? Thou fondest me to scende! Yif it my Loverdes wille nere wel ne dudestou noght; That ich schal myn ordre breke so nadde ich never ithoght."8 "Leve brother," the maide sede, "ich bad thee swithe yerne To bileve her thus nyght, and ever thou dust werne. Ich bad mi Lord another bone and He me herde anon. Ches wether thou wolt bileve, other henne gon. Bilef me al one yif thou wolt, vor no thonk ne can ich thee;9 Ich thonke God of Hevene that so sone hurde me." Tho hi ne mighte departi noght al nyght togadere hi woke, And tolde of the swetnesse that was myd God in tale and eke in boke. The nyght hem thoghte swithe scort, and sori aten ende Hi were, tho hi seie dai, that hi moste ato wende.10 Hi ne dorste no leng togadere be ac wende to hor celle; Sori hi were for hi ne mighte no leng togadere telle. Tho the maide was hom icome sore sek heo lay, And as our Lordes wille was heo deide then thridde day. As Seyn Benet in his celle eode his soster soule he sei In forme of a culvere wit fle to Hevene an hei. Hevene openede hire agen, the colvere gan in fle. Glad was this holi man that this mighte isé. Amorwe he and his covent thuder wende sone, And burede this holi maide, as right was to done. So God leve that we mote with Cristenemen be Ibured at our ende day and to Hevene fle. |
established; (see note) that is observed fast; keep watch these two; custom God's Son (i.e., Christ) When; great age felt sent [a message] mysteries until that day's end; (see note) these holy creatures; (see note) no longer remain have mercy; (see note) dare; vows I am; (see note) I know by night be away from head full of mercy and compassion hear made her request (see note) to flash lightning; (see note) (see note) beseeched; earnestly remain here this; did refuse or go hence (see note) watched (stayed awake); (see note) (see note) longer converse walked about white dove fly to her (at her approach) The next day; convent (community) grant |