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DEUS INCIPIT
Firste when I this worlde hadde wroght,
Woode and wynde and wateris wan
And allkynne thyng that nowe is oght,
Fulle wele methoght that I did thanne.
Whenne thei were made, goode me thame thoght.
Sethen to my liknes made I man,
And man to greve me gaffe he noght;
Therfore me rewis that I the worlde began.
Whanne I had made man at my will,
I gaffe hym wittis hymselve to wisse,
And paradise I putte hym till
And bad hym halde it all as his.
But of the tree of goode and ill
I saide, “What tyme thou etis of this,
Manne, thou spedes thiselve to spill;
Thou arte broght oute of all blisse.”
Belyve brak manne my bidding,
He wende have bene a god therby;
He wende have wittyne of allkynne thyng,
In worlde to have bene als wise as I.
He ete the appill I badde schulde hyng;
Thus was he begilid thurgh glotony.
Sithen both hym and his ospring
To pyne I putte thame all forthy.
To lange and late methoghte it goode
To catche thois caitiffis oute of care,
I sente my Sone with full blithe moode
Till erthe, to salve thame of thare sare.
For rewthe of thame he reste on roode
And boughte thame with his body bare.
For thame he shedde his harte bloode,
What kyndinesse myght I do thame mare?
Sethen aftirwarde he heryed hell
And toke oute thois wrecchis that ware thareinne.
Ther faughte that free with feendis feele
For thame that ware sounkyn for synne.
Sethen in erthe than gonne he dwelle,
Ensaumpill he gave thame hevene to wynne,
In Tempill hymselffe to teche and tell
To by thame blisse that nevere may blynne.
Sethen have thei founde me full of mercye,
Full of grace and forgiffenesse,
And thei als wrecchis wittirly
Has ledde ther liffe in lithirnesse.
Ofte have thei greved me grevously,
Thus have thei quitte me my kyndinesse;
Therfore no lenger, sekirlye,
Thole will I thare wikkidnesse.
Men seis the worlde but vanité,
Yitt will no manne beware therby.
Ilke a day ther mirroure may thei se,
Yitt thynke thei noght that thei schall dye.
All that evere I saide schulde be
Is nowe fulfillid thurgh prophicie;
Therfore nowe is it tyme to me
To make endyng of mannes folie.
I have tholed mankynde many a yere
In luste and likyng for to lende,
And unethis fynde I ferre or nere
A man that will his misse amende.
In erthe I see butte synnes seere;
Therfore myne aungellis will I sende
To blawe ther bemys, that all may here
The tyme is comen I will make ende.
Aungellis, blawes youre bemys belyve
Ilke a creatoure for to call;
Leerid and lewde, both man and wiffe
Ressayve ther dome this day thei schall.
Ilke a leede that evere hadde liffe,
Bese none forgetyn, grete ne small.
Ther schall thei see the woundes fyve
That my Sone suffered for them all.
And sounderes thame before my sight,
All same in blisse schall thei not be.
Mi blissid childre, as I have hight,
On my right hande I schall thame see.
Sethen schall ilke a weried wight
On my lifte side for ferdnesse flee.
This day ther domys thus have I dight
To ilke a man as he hath served me.
I ANGELUS Loved be thou, Lorde of myghtis moste,
That aungell made to messengere,
Thy will schall be fulfillid in haste
That hevene and erthe and helle schalle here.
Goode and ill, every ilke a gaste,
Rise and fecche youre flessh that was youre feere,
For all this worlde is broght to waste,
Drawes to youre dome, it neghes nere.
II ANGELUS Ilke a creature, bothe olde and yhing,
Belyve I bidde you that ye ryse.
Body and sawle with you ye bring
And comes before the high justise,
For I am sente fro hevene kyng
To calle you to this grette assise;
Therfore rise uppe and geve rekenyng
How ye hym served uppon sere wise.
I ANIMA BONA Loved be thou, Lorde, that is so schene
That on this manere made us to rise,
Body and sawle togedir clene
To come before the high justise.
Of oure ill dedis, Lorde, thou not mene
That we have wroght uppon sere wise,
But graunte us for thy grace bedene
That we may wonne in paradise.
II ANIMA BONA A, loved be thou, Lorde of all,
That hevene and erthe and all has wroght,
That with thyne aungellis wolde us call
Oute of oure graves hidir to be broght.
Ofte have we greved thee, grette and small,
Theraftir, Lorde, thou deme us noght,
Ne suffir us nevere to fendis to be thrall
That ofte in erthe with synne us soght.
I ANIMA MALA Allas, allas, that we were borne,
So may we synfull kaytiffis say.
I here wele be this hydous horne;
Itt drawes full nere to domesday.
Allas, we wrecchis that are forlorne
That never yitt served God to paye,
But ofte we have his flesshe forsworne.
Allas, allas, and welaway!
What schall we wrecchis do for drede,
Or whedir for ferdnes may we flee
When we may bringe forthe no goode dede
Before hym that oure juge schall be?
To aske mercy us is no nede,
For wele I wotte dampned be we.
Allas, that we swilke liffe schulde lede
That dighte us has this destonye.
Oure wikkid werkis thei will us wreye
That we wende never schuld have bene weten;
That we did ofte full pryvely,
Appertely may we se them wreten.
Allas, wrecchis, dere mon we by,
Full smerte with helle fyre be we smetyn.
Nowe mon nevere saule ne body dye,
But with wikkid peynes evermore be betyne.
Allas, for drede sore may we quake,
Oure dedis beis oure dampnacioune;
For oure mys menyng mon we make,
Helpe may none excusacioune.
We mon be sette for oure synnes sake
Forevere fro oure salvacioune
In helle to dwelle with feendes blake
Wher never schall be redempcioune.
II ANIMA MALA Als carefull caitiffis may we ryse,
Sore may we wringe oure handis and wepe.
For cursidnesse and for covetise
Dampned be we to helle full depe.
Rought we nevere of Goddis servise,
His comaundementis wolde we noght kepe,
But ofte than made we sacrafise
To Satanas when othir slepe.
Allas, now wakens all oure were.
Oure wikkid werkis may we not hide,
But on oure bakkis us muste them bere;
Thei wille us wreye on ilke a side.
I see foule feendis that wille us feere,
And all for pompe of wikkid pride.
Wepe we may with many a teere.
Allas, that we this day schulde bide.
Before us playnly bese fourth brought
The dedis that us schall dame bedene,
That eres has herde or harte has thoght
Sen any tyme that we may mene
That fote has gone or hande has wroght,
That mouthe hath spoken or ey has sene,
This day full dere thanne bese it boght.
Allas, unborne and we hadde bene.
III ANGELUS Standis noght togedir, parte you in two,
All sam schall ye noght be in blisse.
Mi Fadir of hevene woll it be soo,
For many of yowe has wroght amys.
The goode on his right hande ye goe,
The way till hevene he will you wisse.
Ye weryed wightis, ye flee hym froo,
On his lefte hande as none of his.
DEUS This woffull worlde is brought till ende,
Mi Fadir of hevene he woll it be;
Therfore till erthe nowe will I wende,
Miselve to sitte in magesté.
To deme my domes I woll descende,
This body will I bere with me,
Howe it was dight, mannes mys to mende.
All mankynde there schall it see.
Mi postelis and my darlyngis dere,
The dredfull dome this day is dight.
Both heven and erthe and hell schall here
Howe I schall holde that I have hight:
That ye schall sitte on seetis sere
Beside myselffe to se that sight,
And for to deme folke ferre and nere
Aftir ther werkyng, wronge or right.
I saide also whan I you sente
To suffre sorowe for my sake,
All tho that wolde thame right repente
Schulde with you wende and wynly wake;
And to youre tales who toke no tente
Shulde fare to fyre with fendis blake.
Of mercy nowe may noght be mente,
Butt aftir wirkyng, welth or wrake.
My hetyng haly schall I fullfille;
Therfore comes furth and sittis me by
To here the dome of goode and ill.
I APOSTOLUS I love thee, Lord God allmyghty.
Late and herely, lowde and still,
To do thy bidding bayne am I;
I obblissh me to do thi will
With all my myght, als is worthy.
II APOSTOLUS A, myghtfull God, here is it sene
Thou will fulfille thi forward right,
And all thi sawes thou will maynteyne.
I love thee, Lorde, with all my myght;
Therfore us that has erthely bene,
Swilke dingnitees has dressed and dight.
DEUS Comes fourthe, I schall sitte you betwene,
And all fullfille that I have hight.
Hic ad sedem judicii cum cantu angelorum.1
I DIABOLUS Felas, arraye us for to fight,
And go we faste oure fee to fange.
The dredefull dome this day is dight;
I drede me that we dwelle full longe.
II DIABOLUS We schall be sene evere in ther sight
And warly waite, ellis wirke we wrange,
For if the domisman do us right
Full grete partie with us schall gang.
III DIABOLUS He schall do right to foo and frende,
For nowe schall all the soth be sought.
All weried wightis with us schall wende
To payne endles thei schall be broght.
. . .
DEUS Ilke a creature, takes entent
What bodworde I to you bringe:
This wofull worlde away is wente,
And I am come as crouned kynge.
Mi Fadir of hevene, he has me sente
To deme youre dedis and make ending.
Comen is the day of jugement,
Of sorowe may ilke a synful synge.
The day is comen of kaydyfnes,
All tham to care that are unclene,
The day of bale and bittirnes.
Full longe abedyn has it bene,
The day of drede to more and lesse,
Of ire, of trymbelyng, and of tene,
That ilke a wight that weried is
May say, “Allas, this daye is sene.”
Here may ye see my woundes wide
The whilke I tholed for youre mysdede
Thurgh harte and heed, foote, hande, and hide
Nought for my gilte butt for youre nede.
Beholdis both body, bak, and side
How dere I bought youre brotherhede.
Thes bittir peynes I wolde abide
To bye you blisse thus wolde I bleede.
Mi body was scourged withouten skill,
As theffe full thraly was I thrette,
On crosse thei hanged me on a hill,
Blody and bloo, as I was bette,
With croune of thorne, throsten full ill.
This spere unto my side was sette,
Myne harte bloode spared noght thei for to spill,
Manne, for thy love wolde I not lette.
The Jewes spitte on me spitously;
Thei spared me no more than a theffe.
Whan thei me strake I stode full stilly,
Agaynste tham did I nothynge greve.
Behalde, mankynde, this ilke is I
That for thee suffered swilke mischeve;
Thus was I dight for thy folye.
Man, loke, thy liffe was to me full leffe.
Thus was I dight thi sorowe to slake,
Manne, thus behoved thee to borowed be.
In all my woo toke I no wrake,
Mi will itt was for the love of thee.
Man, sore aught thee for to quake,
This dredfull day, this sight to see.
All this I suffered for thi sake.
Say, man, what suffered thou for me?
Mi blissid childre on my right hande,
Youre dome this day ye thar not drede,
For all youre comforte is command,
Youre liffe in likyng schall ye lede.
Commes to the kyngdome aylastand
That you is dight for youre goode dede.
Full blithe may ye be where ye stande,
For mekill in hevene schall be youre mede.
Whenne I was hungery ye me fedde,
To slake my thirste youre harte was free,
Whanne I was clothles ye me cledde;
Ye wolde no sorowe uppon me see.
In harde presse whan I was stedde,
Of my payns ye hadde pitee,
Full seke whan I was brought in bedde
Kyndely ye come to coumforte me.
Whanne I was wille and werieste
Ye herbered me full hartefully,
Full gladde thanne were ye of youre geste
And pleyned my poverte piteuously.
Belyve ye brought me of the beste
And made my bedde full esyly.
Therfore in hevene schall be youre reste,
In joie and blisse to be me by.
I ANIMA BONA Whanne hadde we, Lorde, that all has wroght,
Meete and drinke thee with to feede,
Sen we in erthe hadde nevere noght
But thurgh the grace of thy godhede?
II ANIMA BONA Whanne waste that we thee clothes brought
Or visite thee in any nede?
Or in thi sikenes we thee sought,
Lorde, when did we thee this dede?
DEUS Mi blissid childir, I schall you saye
What tyme this dede was to me done:
When any that nede hadde, nyght or day,
Askid you helpe and hadde it sone.
Youre fre hartis saide them nevere nay,
Erely ne late, mydday ne none,
But als ofte sithis as thei wolde praye,
Thame thurte but bide and have ther bone.
Ye cursid caytiffis of Kaymes kynne
That nevere me comforte in my care,
I and ye forever will twynne,
In dole to dwelle for evermare.
Youre bittir bales schall nevere blynne
That ye schall have whan ye come thare.
Thus have ye served for youre synne,
For derffe dedis ye have done are.
Whanne I had mister of mete and drynke,
Caytiffis, ye cacched me from youre yate;
Whanne ye were sette as sirs on benke
I stode theroute, werie and wette;
Was none of yowe wolde on me thynke,
Pyté to have of my poure state.
Therfore till hell I schall you synke,
Weele are ye worthy to go that gate.
Whanne I was seke and soriest
Ye visitte me noght, for I was poure;
In prisoune faste whan I was feste
Was none of you loked howe I fore.
Whenne I wiste nevere where for to reste,
With dyntes ye draffe me fro your dore,
Butte ever to pride thanne were ye preste;
Mi flessh, my bloode ofte ye forswore.
Clothles whanne I was ofte and colde,
At nede of you, yede I full naked,
House ne herborow, helpe ne holde
Hadde I none of you, thof I quaked.
Mi mischeffe sawe ye manyfolde,
Was none of you my sorowe slaked,
Butt evere forsoke me, yonge and alde.
Therfore schall ye nowe be forsaked.
I ANIMA MALA Whan had thou, Lorde that all thing has,
Hungir or thirste sen thou God is?
Whan was thou in prisoune was,
Whan was thou naked or herberles?
II ANIMA MALA Whan was it we sawe thee seke, allas;
Whan kid we thee this unkyndinesse?
Werie or wette to late thee passe,
When did we thee this wikkidnesse?
DEUS Caistiffis, als ofte als it betidde
That nedfull aught askid in my name,
Ye herde them noght, youre eris ye hidde:
Youre helpe to thame was noght at hame.
To me was that unkyndines kyd;
Therefore ye bere this bittir blame.
To leste or moste whan ye it did,
To me ye did the selve and the same.
Mi chosen childir, comes unto me,
With me to wonne nowe schall ye wende
There joie and blisse schall ever be.
Youre liffe in lyking schall ye lende.
Ye cursed kaitiffis, fro me ye flee
In helle to dwelle withouten ende;
Ther ye schall nevere butt sorowe see
And sitte be Satanas the fende.
Nowe is fulfillid all my forthoght,
For endid is all erthely thyng;
All worldly wightis that I have wroght
Aftir ther werkis have now wonnyng.
Thei that wolde synne and sessid noght
Of sorowes sere now schall thei syng,
And thei that mendid thame whils thei moght
Shall belde and bide in my blissing.
Et sic facit finem cum melodia
angelorum transiens a loco ad locum.2
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(see note)
dark
all kinds [of]; extant
(t-note)
them
Then
grieve [for] me; had no concern
am sorry
intelligence; direct
bid; (to) hold
eat
destroy
Quickly broke
thought [to]
knowledge
hang [on the tree]
Thus; descendants
suffering
Too long
rescue those; from misery
heal; sore (misery)
pity; cross
ransomed
(t-note)
harrowed
those; were; (see note)
fought; worthy one; many
were sunk in
did; (t-note)
Example
buy; end
knowingly
wickedness
repaid
Endure
Every; reflection
folly
endured
remain
scarcely; far
sin (error)
(i.e., everywhere)
trumpets; hear
suddenly; (see note)
Every creature (person)
Learned; unlettered
judgment
person
separate
All together
promised
accursed person
left; fear
sentences; ordered
Praised
to be
ghost (spirit)
fetch; companion
(t-note)
judgment; comes near [in time]
young
Quickly; (see note)
(see note)
court trial (judgment)
give accounting; (see note)
in diverse ways
bright
(t-note)
complete
speak not; (see note)
forthwith
dwell
hither
grieved
devils; enslaved
pursued
caitiffs (reprobates)
hear; hideous; (see note)
please [him]
body (in Eucharist) abjured
fright
such life
prepared for us
denounce; (see note); (t-note)
thought; revealed
Openly; written
dearly may we purchase
sharply; smitten
(see note)
beaten
are
sin moaning must
Excuses will not help
placed
[apart] from
black
As sorrowing
(see note)
deep
Took heed (Wrought)
(see note)
misery
denounce; (t-note)
terrify us
is forth; (t-note)
deeds; condemn
ears; heart
mean (speak of)
seen
dearly; is it purchased
if we had not been born
(see note); (t-note)
together; (t-note)
wills
amiss
direct
accursed; (t-note)
(see note); (t-note)
wills [that]
issue my judgments
put [to suffering]
apostles; (see note)
hear
promised
seats various
judge; far
works
those
joyfully
attention
fire (flames)
well-being (bliss); retribution
promise wholly
hear; (t-note)
early; (t-note)
willing
oblige
(t-note)
plan rightly
sayings
Such honors; prepared
(see note); (t-note)
Fellows, prepare
property (lit.: livestock); grasp
sneakily; work; wrong
judge
part (portion); go
truth
wicked
(t-note)
[four lines missing, see textual note]
Everyone, pay attention; (t-note)
message; (t-note)
(t-note)
each sinful [one] sing
wretchedness
misery
(t-note)
awaited
(see note)
trembling; grief; (t-note)
accursed
(see note)
suffered
skin
guilt
purchase
reason
violently; threatened; (t-note)
livid; beaten
thrust
prevent [this]
thief
struck; stood; silently
same
affliction
put [to pain]
dear; (t-note)
assauage
redeemed
vengeance
ought
verdict; need not dread
coming
lead
everlasting
prepared; deeds
reward
(see note)
clad
difficulties; placed; (t-note)
(t-note)
sick
perplexed; most troubled
sheltered
guest
lamented
Quickly
When was it; (see note)
(t-note)
They need but endure; request
Cain’s kin; (see note)
separate
sufferings; stop
deserved
evil deeds; previously
need
drove; gate
judges on bench
outside, weary
poor
Well; way
incarcerated
fared
knew
blows; drove
pressed (motivated)
body, my blood (of Eucharist)
Lacking clothes
went
shelter
old
homeless
showed
Weary; let
happened
anything
ears; covered
available
shown
bear
[the] least; (t-note)
(see note)
dwell
bliss; remain
beside; (t-note)
dwelling [places]
ceased
various
were able; (see note)
dwell
(see note); (t-note)
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