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JOSEPH All weldand God in Trinité,
I praye thee, Lord, for thy grete myght,
Unto thy symple servand see,
Here in this place wher we are pight,
Oureself allone;
Lord, graunte us gode herberow this nyght
Within this wone.
For we have sought bothe uppe and doune
Thurgh diverse stretis in this cité;
So mekill pepull is comen to towne
That we can nowhare herbered be,
There is slike prees.
Forsuthe I can no socoure see
But belde us with there bestes.
And yf we here all nyght abide
We schall be stormed in this steede;
The walles are doune on ilke a side,
The ruffe is rayved aboven oure hede,
Als have I roo.
Say, Marie, doughtir, what is thy rede?
How sall we doo?
For in grete nede nowe are we stedde,
As thou thyselffe the soth may see,
For here is nowthir cloth ne bedde,
And we are weyke and all werie
And fayne wolde rest.
Now, gracious God, for thy mercie,
Wisse us the best.
MARIA God will us wisse, full wele witt ye;
Therfore, Joseph, be of gud chere,
For in this place borne will he be
That sall us save fro sorowes sere,
Bothe even and morne.
Sir, witte ye wele the tyme is nere,
He will be borne.
JOSEPH Than behoves us bide here stille,
Here in this same place all this nyght.
MARIA Ya, sir, forsuth it is Goddis will.
JOSEPH Than wolde I fayne we had sum light,
What so befall.
It waxis right myrke unto my sight
And colde withall.
I will go gete us light forthy,
And fewell fande with me to bryng.
MARIA All weldand God, yow governe and gy,
As he is sufferayne of all thyng,
For his grete myght;
And lende me grace to his lovyng
That I me dight.
Nowe in my sawle grete joie have I:
I am all cladde in comforte clere.
Now will be borne of my body
Both God and man togedir in feere.
Blist mott he be.
Jesu, my Sone that is so dere,
Nowe borne is he.
Hayle, my Lord God, hayle prince of pees,
Hayle my Fadir, and hayle my Sone,
Hayle sovereyne sege all synnes to sesse,
Hayle God and man in erth to wonne!
Hayle, thurgh whos myht
All this worlde was first begonne,
Merknes and light.
Sone, as I am sympill sugett of thyne,
Vowchesaffe, swete Sone I praye thee,
That I myght thee take in the armys of myne,
And in this poure wede to arraie thee.
Graunte me thi bliss
As I am thy modir chosen to be
In sothfastnesse.
JOSEPH A, Lorde God, what the wedir is colde,
The fellest freese that evere I felyd;
I pray God helpe tham that is alde
And namely tham that is unwelde,
So may I saie.
Now, gud God thou be my bilde,
As thou best may.
A, Lord God, what light is this
That comes shynyng thus sodenly?
I cannot saie, als have I blisse,
When I come home unto Marie
Than sall I spirre.
A, here be God, for nowe come I.
MARIA Ye ar welcum, sirre.
JOSEPH Say, Marie doghtir, what chere with thee?
MARIA Right goode, Joseph, as has been ay.
JOSEPH O, Marie, what swete thyng is that on thy kne?
MARIA It is my Sone, the soth to saye,
That is so gud.
JOSEPH Wele is me I bade this day
To se this foode.
Me merveles mekill of this light
That thusgates shynes in this place,
Forsuth it is a selcouth sight.
MARIA This hase he ordand of his grace,
My Sone so ying,
A starne to be shynyng a space
At his bering.
For Balam tolde ful longe beforne
How that a sterne shulde rise full hye,
And of a maiden shulde be borne
A Sonne that sall oure saffyng be
Fro caris kene.
Forsuth it is my Sone so free,
Be whame Balam gon meene.
JOSEPH Nowe, welcome, floure fairest of hewe,
I shall thee menske with mayne and myght.
Hayle, my maker, hayle Crist Jesu,
Hayle, riall kyng, roote of all right;
Hayle, Saveour,
Hayle, my Lorde, lemer of light,
Hayle, blessid floure.
MARIA Nowe Lord that all this worlde schall wynne,
To thee my Sone is that I saye,
Here is no bedde to laye thee inne;
Therfore my dere Sone, I thee praye,
Sen it is soo,
Here in this cribbe I myght thee lay
Betwene ther bestis two.
And I sall happe thee, myn owne dere childe,
With such clothes as we have here.
JOSEPH O Marie, beholde thes beestis mylde,
They make lovyng in ther manere
As thei wer men.
Forsothe it semes wele be ther chere
Thare Lorde thei ken.
MARIA Ther Lorde thai kenne, that wate I wele,
They worshippe hym with myght and mayne.
The wedir is colde, as ye may feele,
To halde hym warme thei are full fayne
With thare warme breth,
And oondis on hym, is noght to layne,
To warm hym with.
O, nowe slepis my Sone, blist mot he be,
And lyes full warme ther bestis bytwene.
JOSEPH O nowe is fulfillid, forsuth I see,
That Abacuc in mynde gon mene
And prechid by prophicie.
He saide oure Savyoure shall be sene
Betwene bestis lye,
And now I see the same in sight.
MARIA Ya, sir, forsuth the same is he.
JOSEPH Honnoure and worshippe both day and nyght
Aylastand Lorde, be done to thee
Allway as is worthy,
And Lord, to thy service I oblissh me
With all myn herte holy.
MARIA Thou mercyfull maker, most myghty,
My God, my Lorde, my Sone so free,
Thy handemayden forsoth am I,
And to thi service I oblissh me
With all myn herte entere.
Thy blissing, beseke I thee,
Thou graunte us all in feere.
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powerful; (see note); (t-note)
take notice
placed
shelter
place
streets
many
accommodated
such a press [of people]
for us to stay; animals
exposed to the weather; place
roof is open; head
hope to have peace
advice
situated
bedclothes
weary
Guide
guide; know
many
near
abide
be glad [if]; some; (see note)
dark
fuel find
guide
sovereign
(t-note)
praise
soul; (see note)
Blessed
peace
man; cease
live
might
Darkness
humble subject
garment to dress
mother
truth
weather; (t-note)
worst freeze; felt
old
weak
(t-note)
support
(see note)
ask
truth
good (healthy)
Happy am I
infant; (see note)
marvel greatly
in this manner
wondrous
young
star; (see note)
birth
Balaam
salvation
From cares (suffering) sharp
Of whom; meant
flower; hue; (see note)
worship
(see note)
royal
source of radiance
gain
animals
wrap
(see note)
praise
were
by their
know
know I well
keep; determined
their
breathe; hide
Habakkuk; had meant
lying
offered
oblige
heart wholly
(see note)
entirely
beseech
together; (t-note)
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