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Angel
Joseph
Mary
Incipit fugacio Iosep et Marie in Egiptum. 1
Awake, Joseph, and take intent
Thou ryse and slepe nomare;
If thou wyll save thyself unshent,
Fownde thee fast to fare.
I am an angell to thee sent,
For thou shall no harmes hent,
To cach thee outt of care.
If thou here longer lent,
For rewth thou mon repent
And rew it wonder sare.
A, myghtfull God,
Whatever this ment,
So swete of toyn? 2
Lo, Joseph, it is I:
An angell send to thee.
Wé, leyf, I pray thee, why?
What is thy wyll with me?
Hens behufys thee hy,
And take with thee Mary,
Also hir chyld so fre,
For Herode dos to dy
All knave chyldren, securly,
Within two yere that be
Of eld.
Alas, full wo is me.
Where may we beyld?
Tyll Egypp shall thou fare
With all the myght thou may,
And Joseph, hold thee thare
Tyll I wyll thee at say.
This is a febyll fare:
A seke man and a sare
To here of sich a fray.
My bonys ar bursyd and bare
For to do I wold it ware
Comen my last day
Tyll ende.
I ne wote which is the way;
How shall we weynde?
Therof have thou no drede;
Weynd furth and leyf thi dyn;
The way he shall you lede,
The kyng of all mankyn.
That heynd til us take hede,
For I had lytyll nede
Sich bargans to begyn.
No wonder if I wede,
I that may do no dede.
How shuld I theder wyn
For eld?
I am full bare and thyn
And all unweld.
My fors me falys to fare,
And sight that I shuld se.
Mary, my darlyng dere,
I am full wo for thee.
A, leyf Joseph, what chere?
Youre sorow on this manere,
It mekill mervels me.
Oure noyes ar neghand nere
If we dwell longer here;
Forthi behofes us fle
And flytt.
Alas, how may this be?
Whatever menys it?
It menys of sorow enoghe.
A, dere Joseph, how so?
As I lay in a swogh,
Full sad slepand and thro,
An angell to me drogh,
As blossom bright on bogh,
And told, betwix us two,
That Herode wroght greatt wogh
And all knave children slogh
In land that he myght to,
That feynd,
And he thy son wold slo
And shamely sheynd.
My son? Alas, for care!
Who may my doyllys dyll?
Wo worth fals Herode are!
My son why shuld he spyll?
Alas, I lurk and dare.
To slo this barne I bare
What wight in warld had wyll?
His hart shuld be full sare
Sichon to forfare
That never yit dyd yll
Ne thoght.
Now, leyfe Mary, be styll;
This helpys noght.
It is no boytt to grete.
Truly, withoutten trayn,
Oure bayll it may not beytt
Bot well more make oure payn.
Alas, how shuld I lete?
My son that is so swete
Is soght for to be slayn.
Full gryle may I grete
My fomen and I mete.
Tell me, Joseph, with mayn,
Youre red.
Shortly swedyll us this swayn
And fle hys dede.
His ded wold I not se
For all this warld to wyn.
Alas, full wo were me
In two if we shuld twyn;
My chyld so bright of ble,
To slo hym were pyté
And a full hedus syn.
Dere Joseph, what red ye?
Tyll Egyp weynd shall we;
Forthi let be thi dyn
And cry.
How shall we theder wyn?
Fulle well wote I:
The best wyse that we may.
Hast us outt of this here;
Ther is noght els to say
Bot tytt pak up oure gere.
For ferd of this affray
Lett us weynd hens away,
Or any do us dere.
Greatt God, as he well may
That shope both nyght and day,
From wandreth he us were,
And shame.
My chyld how shuld I bere
So far from hame?
Alas, I am full wo;
Was never wyght so wyll.
God wote I may say so.
I have mater thertyll,
For I may unyth go
To lede of land sich two.
No wonder if I be wyll
And sythen has many a fo.
A, why wyll no ded me slo?
My lyfe I lyke yll,
And sare.
He that all doyls may dyll
He keyll my care.
So wyll a wyght as I
In warld was never man.
Howsehold and husbandry
Full sore I may it ban;
That bargan dere I by.
Yong men bewar, red I;
Wedyng makys me all wan.
Take me thi brydyll, Mary
Tent thou to that page grathly,
With all the craft thou can,
And may
He that this warld began
Wysh us the way.
Alas, full wo is me;
Is none so wyll as I.
My hart wold breke in thre
My son to se hym dy.
Wé, leyf Mary, lett be,
And nothyng drede thou thee,
Bot hard hens lett us hy
To save thi foode so fre.
Fast furth now lett us fle,
Dere leyf;
To mete with his enmy
It were a greatt myschefe,
And that wold I not wore,
Away if we myght wyn.
My hart wold be full sore
In two to se you twyn.
Tyll Egypp lett us fare.
This pak tyll I com thare
To bere I shall not blyn;
Forthi have thou no care.
If I may help thee mare,
Thou fyndys no fawte me in,
I say.
God blys you more and myn,
And have now all good day.
Explicit fugacio Iosep et Marie in Egiptum. 3
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take heed [that]
harmed
Hasten; travel
(see note)
suffer
catch
remain
must
regret it very sorely
(see note); (t-note)
tone
sent
stop
You should go hence quickly
is killing; (see note)
male
age
find refuge
To
there
feeble state of affairs
sick; sore
hear; disturbance
bones; tired
were
know not
proceed
stop; moaning
gracious one
business
rage
go
age
feeble
strength; fails
dear
greatly surprises
troubles; approaching near
Therefore we must flee
move away
means
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swoon
sleeping deeply; soundly
came
between
slew; (t-note)
take
fiend
slay
shamefully destroy
sorrows relieve
May woe come to; soon; (see note)
kill
cower; tremble
bore
creature
Such a one to destroy; (see note); (t-note)
dear
remedy; weep
deceit
misery; help; (t-note)
cease [lamenting]
sorrowfully; weep
If I should meet my enemy
strength
advice
Quickly swaddle; boy
flee from; death
be parted
complexion
hideous sin
say you
To
Therefore
go
way
place
quickly; (see note)
fear
Before; harm us
created
misfortune; keep; (see note)
home
creature; lost
concern
only with difficulty
lead out of the land
lost; (see note)
then have
No [one]
dislike
strongly
sorrows; relieve
May he relieve
lost; creature
curse
dear (expensively); buy
say
Marriage; gloomy
Give; bridle; (see note)
Attend; child carefully
(t-note)
Show
(t-note)
lost
strenuously from here; hurry
baby
beloved
I would not have happen
escape
parted
fail
Therefore; worry
more
in every way
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