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Play 20, Christ And The Doctors

The Sporiers and Lorimers
 





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JOSEPH    Marie, of mirthis we may us mene
And trewly telle betwixte us twoo
Of solempne sightis that we have sene
In that cité where we come froo.

MARIA    Sertis, Joseph, ye will noght wene
What myrthis within my harte I maie
Sen that oure Sone with us has bene
And sene ther solempne sightis alswae.

JOSEPH    Hamward I rede we hye
In all the myght we maye
Because of company
That will wende in oure waye.

For gode felawshippe have we founde
And ay so forward schall we fynde.

MARIA    A, sir, where is oure semely Sone?
I trowe oure wittis be waste as wynde,
Allas, in bale thus am I boone.
What ayleth us both to be so blynde?
To go overe fast we have begonne
And late that lovely leve behynde.

JOSEPH    Marie, mende thy chere,
For certis whan all is done
He comes with folke in feere
And will overetake us sone.

MARIA    Overetake us sone, sir, certis nay,
Such gabbyngis may me noght begyle,
For we have travelde all this day
Fro Jerusalem many a myle.

JOSEPH    I wende he hadde bene with us aye,
Awaye fro us how schulde he wyle?

MARIA    Hit helpis nought such sawes to saie.
My barne is lost, allas the whille
That evere we wente theroute
With hym in companye;
We lokid overe late aboute,
Full wooe is me forthy.

For he is wente som wayes wrang
And non is worthy to wyte but wee.

JOSEPH    Agaynewarde rede I that we gang
The right way to that same citee
To spire and spie all men emange,
For hardely homward is he.

MARIA    Of sorowes sere schal be my sang
My semely Sone tille I hym see,
He is but twelve yere alde.

JOSEPH    What way somevere he wendis,
Woman, we may be balde
To fynde hym with oure frendis.

I MAGISTER    Maistirs, takes to me intente
And rede youre resouns right on rawes,
And all the pepull in this present,
Evere ilke man late see his sawes.
But witte I wolde, or we hens wente,
Be clargy clere if we couthe knawe
Yf any lede that liffe has lente
Wolde aught allegge agaynste oure lawe,
Owthir in more or lesse.
If we defaute myght feele,
Dewly we schall gar dresse
Be dome every ilk a dele.

II MAGISTER    That was wele saide, so mot I thee,
Swilke notis to neven methynke wer nede,
For maistirs in this lande ar we
And has the lawes lelly to lede,
And doctoures also in oure degree
That demyng has of ilka dede.
Laye fourthe oure bokes belyve, late see
What mater moste were for oure mede.

III MAGISTER    We schall ordayne so wele
Sen we all clergy knawe,
Defaute shall no man fele
Nowdir in dede ne sawe.

JESUS   Lordingis, love be with you lentte
And mirthis be unto this mené.

I MAGISTER    Sone, hense away, I wolde thou wente,
For othir haftis in hande have we.

II MAGISTER    Sone, whoso thee hedir sente,
They were nought wise, that warne I thee,
For we have othir tales to tente
Than nowe with barnes bordand to be.

III MAGISTER    Sone, yf thee list ought to lere
To lyve by Moyses laye,
Come hedir and thou shalle here
The sawes that we shall saye,

For in som mynde itt may thee brynge
To here oure reasouns redde by rawes.

JESUS    To lerne of you nedis me nothing,
For I knawe both youre dedys and sawes.

I MAGISTER    Nowe herken yone barne with his bowrdyng,
He wenes he kens more than we knawes.
We, nay, certis sone, thou arte overe yonge
By clergy yitt to knowe oure lawes.

JESUS    I wote als wele as yhe
Howe that youre lawes wer wrought.

II MAGISTER    Cum, sitte, sone schall we see,
For certis so semys it noght.

III MAGISTER    Itt wer wondir that any wight
Untill oure reasouns right schulde reche,
And thou sais thou hast insight
Oure lawes truly to telle and teche?

JESUS    The Holy Gost has on me light
And has anoynted me as a leche
And geven me pleyne poure and might
The kyngdom of hevene for to preche.

I MAGISTER    Whens evere this barne may be
That shewes ther novellis nowe?

JESUS    Certis, I was or ye
And schall be aftir you.

I MAGISTER    Sone, of thy sawes, als have I cele,
And of thy witte is wondir thyng,
But neverethelesse fully I feele
Itt may falle wele in wirkyng,
For David demys of ilka dele
And sais thus of childir ying,
And of ther mouthes, he wate full wele
Oure Lord has parformed loving,
But yitt, Sone, schulde thou lette
Here for to speke overe large,
For where maistirs are mette
Childre wordis are noght to charge.

And if thou wolde nevere so fayne
Yf all thee liste to lere the lawe,
Thou arte nowthir of myght ne mayne
To kenne it as a clerke may knawe.

JESUS    Sirs, I saie you for sartayne
That suthfast schal be all my sawe,
And poure have playnere and playne
To say and aunswer as me awe.

I DOCTOR    Mastirs, what may this mene?
Mervayle methynke have I
Whens evere this barne have bene
That carpis thus connandly.

II DOCTOR    Als wyde in worlde als we have wente,
Yitt fande we nevere swilke ferly fare,
For certis I trowe this barne be sente
Full soverandly to salve oure sare.

JESUS    Sirs, I schall prove in youre present
Alle the sawes that I saide are.

III DOCTOR    Why, whilke callest thou the firste comaundement
And the moste in Moyses lare?

JESUS    Sirs, sen ye are sette on rowes,
And has youre bokes on brede,
Late se, sirs, in youre sawes
Howe right that ye can rede.

I DOCTOR    I rede this is the firste bidding
That Moyses taught us here untill,
To honnoure God overe all thing
With all thy witte and all thi will,
And all thyn harte in hym schall hyng,
Erlye and late both lowde and still.

JESUS    Ye nedis non othir bokes to bring
But fandis this for to fulfill.
The secounde may men preve
And clerly knawe, wherby
Youre neghbours shall ye love
Als youreselffe, sekirly.

This comaunded Moyses to all men
In his ten comaundementis clere,
In ther two biddingis, schall we kene,
Hyngis all the lawe that we shall lere.
Whoso ther two fulfilles then
With mayne and myght in goode manere,
He trulye fulfillis all the ten
That aftir folowes in feere.
Than schulde we God honnoure
With all youre myght and mayne
And love wele ilke a neghboure
Right as youreselfe certayne.

I DOCTOR    Nowe, sone, sen thou haste tolde us two,
Whilke ar the eight, can thou ought saye?

JESUS    The three biddis whareso ye goo,
That ye schall halowe the halyday;
Than is the fourthe for frende or foo
That fadir and modir honnoure ay.
The fifth you biddis noght for to sloo
No man nor woman by any way.
The sixth, suthly to see,
Comaundis both more and myne
That thei schalle fande to flee
All filthes of flesshely synne.

The seventh forbedis you to stele
Youre neghboures goodes, more or lesse,
Whilke fautez nowe are founden fele
Emang ther folke that ferly is.
The eighth lernes you for to be lele
Here for to bere no false witnesse.
Youre neghbours house, whillis ye have hele,
The ninth biddis take noght be stresse.
His wiffe nor his women
The tenth biddis noght coveyte.
Thez are the biddingis ten,
Whoso will lelly layte.

II DOCTOR    Behalde howe he alleggis oure lawe
And lered nevere on boke to rede.
Full subtill sawes, methinketh, he saies
And also trewe, yf we take hede.

III DOCTOR    Ya, late hym wende fourth on his wayes,
For and he dwelle, withouten drede,
The pepull schall full sone hym prayse
Wele more than us for all oure dede.

I DOCTOR    Nay, nay, than wer we wrang;
Such speking wille we spare.
Als he come late hym gang,
And move us nowe no more.

MARIA    A, dere Joseph, what is youre rede?
Of oure grete bale no bote may be;
Myne harte is hevy as any lede
My semely Sone tille hym I see.
Nowe have we sought in ilke a stede,
Bothe uppe and doune dayes thre,
And whedir that he be quyk or dede
Yitt wote we noght, so wo is me.

JOSEPH    Mysese had nevere man more,
But mournyng may not mende.
I rede forther we fare
Till God som socoure sende.

Aboute yone Tempill if he be ought,
I wolde we wiste this ilke nyght.

MARIA    A, sir, I see that we have sought.
In worlde was nevere so semely a sight.
Lo, where he sittis, ye se hym noght
Emong yone maistiris mekill of myght?

JOSEPH    Now blist be he us hedir brought,
For in lande was nevere non so light.

MARIA    A, dere Joseph, als we have cele,
Go furthe and fette youre sone and myne;
This daye is gone nere ilke a dele,
And we have nede for to gang hyne.

JOSEPH    With men of myght can I not mell,
Than all my travayle mon I tyne;
I can noght with them, this wate thou wele:
They are so gay in furres fyne.

MARIA    To tham youre herand for to say
Suthly ye thar noght drede no dele;
They will take rewarde to you allway
Because of elde, this wate ye wele.

JOSEPH    When I come there, what schall I saye?
I wate nevere, als have I cele.
Sertis, Marie, thou will have me schamed for ay,
For I can nowthir croke nor knele.

MARIA    Go we togedir, I halde it beste,
Unto yone worthy wysse in wede,
And yf I see, als have I reste,
That ye will noght, than bus me nede.

JOSEPH    Gange on, Marie, and telle thy tale firste.
Thy Sone to thee will take goode heede.
Wende fourth, Marie, and do thy beste;
I come behynde, als God me spede.

MARIA    A, dere sone Jesus,
Sen we love thee allone,
Why dosse thou thus till us
And gares us make swilke mone?

Thy fadir and I betwyxte us twa,
Son, for thy love has likid ill;
We have thee sought both to and froo,
Wepand full sore as wightis will.

JESUS    Wherto shulde ye seke me soo?
Oftetymes it hase ben tolde you till:
My Fadir werkis, for wele or woo,
Thus am I sente for to fulfyll.

MARIA    There sawes, als have I cele,
Can I noght undirstande;
I schall thynk on tham wele
To fonde what is folowand.

JOSEPH    Now sothely, Sone, the sight of thee
Hath salved us of all oure sore;
Come furth, Sone, with thi modir and me,
Att Nazareth I wolde we wore.

JESUS    Beleves wele, lordis free,
For with my frendis nowe will I fare.

I DOCTOR    Nowe, Sone, wher thou schall bide or be,
Gode make thee gode man evermore.
No wondir if yone wiffe
Of his fynding be full fayne;
He schall, and he have liff,
Prove till a praty swayne.

But Sone, loke that thou layne for gud or ill
The note that we have nemed her nowe,
And if it like thee to lende her stille,
And wonne with us, welcome art thowe.

JESUS    Graunt mercy, sirs, of youre gode will.
No lenger liste me lende with you;
My frendis thoughtis I wol fulfille
And to ther bidding baynely bowe.

MARIA    Full wele is us this tyde;
Nowe maye we make goode chere.

JOSEPH    No lenger will we bide;
Fares wele, all folke in feere.
speak

(see note)


believe


also

Homeward; advise; go







(see note)
(i.e., we were empty headed)
caught (bound)

too fast
left; loved one; (t-note)



in company



talk; deceive



thought; been
wander away

words
child


too late


wrong ways
blame

Back again; advise; go

inquire; among
hardly (not likely)

many; song
handsome
(see note)

soever; (t-note)
bold


pay attention to me; (see note); (t-note)
expound; rows (in order)

let; sayings (words)
know
could know
man
allege (challenge); (t-note)

error
Duly; begin to address
By judgment everything completely

might I thrive
Such evidence to identify; needful

truly; read (i.e., teach)

judging; each deed (thing)
quickly; (see note)


ordain so well
Since
Error
saying

praise; given
company


matters



attend to
jesting (playing)

learn
law; (t-note)
hear
words


hear; expounded; rows (in order)


sayings

jesting; (t-note)
thinks; knows
too young
yet to have knowledge of

as well; (see note)


soon


person
understand




redeemer
power
preach

(i.e., where is he from)
shows; marvelous things

existed before you


health (well-being)


emerge; performance; (see note)
judges in every way; (see note)
young
knew
praises
forbear

encountered
(i.e., irrelevant)

gladly
are inclined
neither
understand

certain
truthful; sayings
power; complete and without ambiguity
ought; (t-note)




speaks; expertly; (t-note)


found; remarkable matter; (t-note)

remedy; suffering

presence
sayings; ere


lore (teachings)

rows
books opened

correctly; expound

(see note)



hang



If [you] attempt
prove; (see note)


certainly



these; commandments; know
Hangs; must learn
(t-note)




power







Sabbath


slay



attempt


steal; (t-note)

faults; found [to be] many (common)
wondrous
teaches; truthful

health
force



faithfully seek

expounds; (see note)
(was) taught








wrong [to think thus]

let; go


advice
sorrow; help
lead

(t-note)
(t-note)
alive


Unease (Discomfort)





learn



(see note); (t-note)



happy


fetch
nearly over; (t-note)
go hence

mix (associate)
effort; lose
know
(see note)

message
not at all
pay attention


(see note)
health (well-being)

bow or kneel


wise [ones] in garments

then must I help






(t-note)

do you this to
cause

(t-note)
have been worried; (t-note)
(t-note)
Weeping



Father’s business; (see note)





discover; following


cured

were




(t-note)
[to be a] good

glad
(t-note)
clever squire

be silent
matter; spoken of here
remain here
dwell


do I desire to remain

obediently





in company; (t-note)