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JOSEPH How, dame, how! Undo youre dore, undo! Are ye at hom? Why speke ye notht? SUSANNA Who is ther? Why cry ye so? Telle us youre herand, wyl ye ought? JOSEPH Undo youre dore, I sey yow to! For to com in is all my thought. MARIA It is my spowse that spekyth us to! Ondo the dore — his wyl were wrought! Wellcome hom, myn husbond dere! How have ye ferd in fer countré? JOSEPH To gete oure levynge, withowtyn dwere, I have sore laboryd for thee and me. MARIA Husbond, ryght gracyously now come be ye! It solacyth me sore, sothly, to se yow in syth. JOSEPH Me merveylyth, wyff! Surely, youre face I cannot se, But as the sonne with his bemys, quan he is most bryth! MARIA Husbond, it is as it plesyth, oure Lord that grace of hym grew. Who that evyr beholdyth me veryly, They shal be grettly steryd to vertu. For this gyfte and many moo, good Lord, gramercy. JOSEPH How hast thu ferde, jentyl mayde Whyl I have be out of londe? MARIA Sekyr, sere, beth nowth dysmayde, Ryth aftyr the wyl of Goddys sonde. JOSEPH That semyth evyl, I am afrayd: Thi wombe to hyghe doth stonde! I drede me sore I am betrayd. Sum other man thee had in honde Hens sythe that I went. Thy wombe is gret; it gynnyth to ryse! Than has thu begownne a synful gyse! Telle me now in what wyse Thyself thu ast thus schent! Ow, dame, what thinge menyth this? With childe, thu gynnyst ryth gret to gon? Sey me, Mary — this childys fadyr, ho is? I pray thee, telle me and that anon! MARIA The Fadyr of Hevyn and ye it is; Other fadyr hath he non. I dede nevyr forfete with man, iwys. Wherfore I pray yow, amende youre mon: This childe is Goddys and youre! JOSEPH Goddys childe — thu lyist, in fay! God dede nevyr jape so with may! And I cam nevyr ther, I dare wel say, Yitt so nyh thi boure. But yit I sey: Mary, whoos childe is this? MARIA Goddys and youre, I sey, iwys! JOSEPH Ya, ya, all olde men to me take tent And weddyth no wyff, in no kynnys wyse, That is a yonge wench, be myn asent, For doute and drede and swych servyse! Alas, alas, my name is shent! All men may me now dyspyse And seyn: “Olde cokwold, thi bow is bent Newly now after the Frensche gyse!” Alas, and welaway! Alas, dame, why dedyst thu so? For this synne that thu hast do, I thee forsake and from thee go For onys evyr and ay! MARIA Alas, gode spowse, why sey ye thus? Alas, dere hosbund, amende your mod! It is no man, but swete Jhesus! He wyll be clad in flesch and blood, And of youre wyff be born! SEPHOR Forsothe, the aungel thus seyd he That Goddys Sone in Trynité For mannys sake, a man wolde be To save that is forlorn. JOSEPH An aungel? Allas, alas — fy for schame! Ye syn now in that ye to say, To puttyn an aungel in so gret blame! Alas, alas, let be, do way! It was sum boy began this game That clothyd was clene and gay, And ye geve hym now an aungel name! Alas, alas, and welaway That evyr this game betydde! A, dame, what thought haddyst thu? Here may all men this proverbe trow: “That many a man doth bete the bow; Another man hath the brydde.” MARIA A, gracious God in hefne trone, Comforte my spowse in this hard cas! Mercyful God, amend his mone As I dede nevyr so gret trespas. JOSEPH Lo, lo, serys! What told I yow? That it was not for my prow A wyff to take me to. An that is wel sene now, For Mary, I make God avow, Is gret with childe — lo! Alas, why is it so? To the busshop, I wole it telle That he, the law, may here do, With stonys her to qwelle! Nay, nay, yet God forbede That I shuld do that vengeabyl dede! But if I wyst wel qwy! I knew never with her, so God me spede, Tokyn of thynge in word nor dede That towchyd velany! Nevyrtheles what forthy, Thow she be meke and mylde, Withowth mannys company, She myght not be with childe! But I ensure, myn was it nevyr! Thow that she hath not don her devyr, Rather than I shuld pleynyn opynly! Serteynly yitt had I levyr Forsake the countré forevyr And nevyr come in her company! For and men knew this velany, In repreff thei wolde me holde. And yett, many bettyr than I, Ya, hath ben made cokolde! Now alas, whedyr shal I gone? I wot nevyr whedyr nor to what place, For oftyntyme sorwe comyth sone And longe it is, or it pace. No comforte may I have here! Iwys, wyff, thu dedyst me wronge! Alas, I taryed from thee to longe! All men have pety on me amonge, For to my sorwe is no chere. MARIA God, that in my body art sesyd, Thu knowist myn husbond is dysplesyd To se me in this plight! For unknowlage, he is desesyd. That he myght knowe thee ful perfyght. And therfore, help that he were esyd For I have levyr abyde respyt To kepe thi sone in privité, Grauntyd by the Holy Spyryt, Than that it shulde be opynd by me. DEUS Descende, I sey, myn aungelle, Onto Joseph for to telle Such as my wyl is. Byd hym with Mary abyde and dwelle, For it is my Sone ful snelle That she is with, iwys. ANGELUS Almyghty God of Blys, I am redy for to wende Wedyr as thi wyl is, To go, bothe fer and hynde. Joseph, Joseph, thu wepyst shyrle! Fro thi wyff, why comyst thu owte? JOSEPH Good sere, lete me wepe my fylle! Go forthe thi wey and lett me nowght! ANGELUS In thi wepynge, thu dost ryght ylle! Agens God thu hast myswrought! Go chere thi wyf with herty wylle And chawnge thi chere — amend thi thought! Sche is a ful clene may! I telle thee, God wyl of her be born And sche, clene mayd as she was beforn, To save mankynd, that is forlorn. Go, chere hyr, therfore I say! JOSEPH A, Lord God, benedicite! Of thi gret comforte, I thank thee That thu sent me this space. I myght wel a wyst, pardé, So good a creature as she Wold nevyr a don trespace, For sche is ful of grace. I know wel I have myswrought! I walk to my pore place And ask forgyfnes — I have mysthought. Now is the tyme sen at eye That the childe is now to veryfye Which shal save mankende, As it was spoke be prophesye. I thank thee, God — that syttys on hye — With hert, wyl, and mende — That evyr thu woldyst me bynde To wedde Mary to my wyff. Thi blysful sone, so nere to fynde, In his presens to lede my lyff. Alas, for joy, I qwedyr and qwake! Alas, what hap now was this? A, mercy, mercy, my jentyl make! Mercy! I have seyd al amys! All that I have seyd here, I forsake! Youre swete fete, now lete me kys! MARIA Nay, lett be my fete, not tho ye take! My mowthe, ye may kys, iwys, And welcom onto me! JOSEPH Gramercy, myn owyn swete wyff! Gramercy, myn hert, my love, my lyff! Shal I nevyr more make suche stryff Betwyx me and thee! A, Mary, Mary, wel thu be, And blyssyd be the frewte in thee, Goddys Sone of myght! Now, good wyff, ful of pyté, As be not evyl payd with me Thow that thu have good ryght. As for my wronge in syght To wyte thee with ony synne, Had thu not be a vertuous wythe, God wold not a be thee withinne. I knowlage I have don amys. I was never wurthy, iwys, For to be thin husbonde. I shal amende aftere thys, Ryght as thin owyn wyl is, To serve thee at foot and honde, And thi chylde bothe to undyrstonde, To wurchep hym with good affeccyon. And, therfore, telle me, and nothynge whonde, The holy matere of your concepcyon. MARIA At youre owyn wyll, as ye bydde me. Ther cam an aunge hyght Gabryell And gret me fayr and seyd “Ave”! And ferthermore to me gan tell God shulde be borne of my bodé, The fendys powsté for to felle. Thorwe the Holy Gost, as I wel se, Thus God in me wyl byde and dwelle. JOSEPH Now I thank God with spech and spelle That evyr, Mary, I was weddyd to thee! MARIA It was the werk of God, as I yow telle. Now blyssyd be that Lord so purveyd for me. |
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