[fol. 32v] SHEPHERD 1 5 10 [fol. 33r] 15 20 25 30 35 40 45 50 55 60 65 SHEPHERD 2 70 75 [fol. 33v] 80 85 90 95 100 105 110 115 120 SHEPHERD 1 125 SHEPHERD 2 SHEPHERD 1 SHEPHERD 2 130 SHEPHERD 1 SHEPHERD 2 136 SHEPHERD 1 141 SHEPHERD 2 145 SHEPHERD 1 SHEPHERD 2 [fol. 34r] 150 SHEPHERD 1 155 SHEPHERD 2 SHEPHERD 1 160 SHEPHERD 2 SHEPHERD 1 164 SHEPHERD 2 SHEPHERD 1 SHEPHERD 2 SHEPHERD 1 171 SHEPHERD 2 SHEPHERD 1 175 SHEPHERD 2 181 SHEPHERD 3 185 SHEPHERD 1 190 SHEPHERD 3 195 SHEPHERD 2 SHEPHERD 3 200 205 210 215 [fol. 34v] 220 225 230 235 240 245 SHEPHERD 1 SHEPHERD 3 250 SHEPHERD 2 255 BOY 260 265 SHEPHERD 1 271 BOY SHEPHERD 2 BOY 275 SHEPHERD 1 SHEPHERD 3 280 284 SHEPHERD 2 SHEPHERD 3 [fol. 35r] 290 SHEPHERD 1 295 SHEPHERD 3 SHEPHERD 2 301 305 SHEPHERD 1 310 315 320 SHEPHERD 2 325 330 SHEPHERD 3 336 340 345 SHEPHERD 1 350 SHEPHERD 2 355 SHEPHERD 1 SHEPHERD 3 360 SHEPHERD 2 SHEPHERD 1 365 SHEPHERD 2 370 SHEPHERD 3 375 SHEPHERD 1 SHEPHERD 2 SHEPHERD 3 380 SHEPHERD 2 SHEPHERD 1 386 389 SHEPHERD 2 SHEPHERD 1 SHEPHERD 3 SHEPHERD 1 396 SHEPHERD 3 SHEPHERD 1 401 SHEPHERD 2 SHEPHERD 1 406 SHEPHERD 3 410 SHEPHERD 1 SHEPHERD 2 415 SHEPHERD 3 420 425 ANGEL 430 435 SHEPHERD 1 440 445 450 SHEPHERD 2 455 460 SHEPHERD 3 466 470 475 SHEPHERD 1 480 SHEPHERD 2 485 490 SHEPHERD 3 495 500 SHEPHERD 1 505 510 SHEPHERD 2 [fol. 36v] 515 SHEPHERD 3 520 525 SHEPHERD 1 530 SHEPHERD 2 535 SHEPHERD 1 540 SHEPHERD 2 545 550 SHEPHERD 3 555 SHEPHERD 1 SHEPHERD 2 561 565 SHEPHERD 1 570 [fol. 37r] 576 580 SHEPHERD 3 585 SHEPHERD 2 590 SHEPHERD 1 SHEPHERD 2 596 SHEPHERD 3 600 SHEPHERD 1 605 SHEPHERD 3 SHEPHERD 1 SHEPHERD 3 611 SHEPHERD 2 SHEPHERD 1 SHEPHERD 3 616 SHEPHERD 2 SHEPHERD 1 SHEPHERD 3 620 SHEPHERD 1 SHEPHERD 2 SHEPHERD 3 626 SHEPHERD 1 630 SHEPHERD 2 SHEPHERD 3 SHEPHERD 1 635 SHEPHERD 2 SHEPHERD 3 [fol. 37v] 641 645 SHEPHERD 2 SHEPHERD 3 SHEPHERD 1 650 SHEPHERD 2 655 SHEPHERD 3 SHEPHERD 1 SHEPHERD 2 SHEPHERD 1 661 665 670 SHEPHERD 2 675 680 685 SHEPHERD 3 690 695 MARY 700 705 [fol. 38r] 710 SHEPHERD 1 SHEPHERD 2 715 SHEPHERD 3 SHEPHERD 1 720

Shepherd 1 (Gib) Shepherd 2 (John Horn) Shepherd 3 (Slowpace) Boy Angel Mary Incipit pagina pastorum. 1 Lord, what thay ar weyll That hens ar past, For thay noght feyll Theym to downe cast. 2 Here is mekyll unceyll And long has it last: Now in hart, now in heyll, Now in weytt, now in blast, Now in care, Now in comforth agane; Now is fayre, now is rane, Now in hart full fane And after full sare. Thus this warld, as I say, Farys on ylk syde, For after oure play Com sorows unryde; For he that most may When he syttys in pryde, When it comys on assay Is kesten downe wyde. This is seyn: When ryches is he Then comys poverté; Horsman Jak Copé Walkys then, I weyn. I thank it God. Hark ye what I mene: For even or for od I have mekyll tene; As hevy as a sod I grete with myn eene When I nap on my cod For care that has bene And sorow. All my shepe ar gone; I am not left oone. The rott has theym slone. Now beg I and borow. My handys may I wryng And mowrnyng make, Bot if good will spryng The countré forsake; Fermes thyk ar comyng. My purs is bot wake; I have nerehand nothyng To pay nor to take. I may syng, With purs penneles That makys this hevynes, “Wo is me this dystres” And has no helpyng. Thus sett I my mynde, Truly to neven, By my wytt to fynde To cast the warld in seven. My shepe have I tynde By the moren full even; Now if hap will grynde, God from his heven Send grace. To the fare will I me To by shepe, perdé, And yit may I multyplé For all this hard case. Bensté, bensté Be us emang, And save all that I se Here in this thrang. He save you and me, Overtwhart and endlang, That hang on a tre. 3 I say you no wrang. Cryst save us From all myschefys, From robers and thefys, From those mens grefys That oft ar agans us. Both bosters and bragers God kepe us fro, That with thare long dagers Dos mekyll wo, From all byll hagers With colknyfys that go. Sich wryers and wragers Gose to and fro For to crak. Whoso says hym agane Were better be slane; 4 Both ploghe and wane Amendys will not make. He will make it as prowde A lord as he were, With a hede lyke a clowde, Felterd his here. He spekys on lowde With a grym bere I wold not have trowde, So galy in gere As he glydys. I wote not the better Nor wheder is gretter, The lad or the master, So stowtly he strydys. If he hask me oght That he wold to his pay, 5 Full dere bese it boght If I say nay. Bot God that all wroght To thee now I say, Help that thay were broght To a better way For thare sawlys, And send theym good mendyng With a short endyng, And with thee to be lendyng When that thou callys. How, Gyb, goode morne. Wheder goys thou? Thou goys over the corne. Gyb, I say, how! Who is that? John Horne, I make God a vowe. I say not in skorne, Jhon, how farys thou? Hay, ha, Ar ye in this towne? Yey, by my crowne. I thoght by youre gowne This was youre aray. I am ever elyke; Wote I never what it gars, Is none in this ryke A shepard farys wars. 6 Poore men ar in the dyke And oft-tyme mars; The warld is slyke Also helpars Is none here. It is sayde full ryfe, A man may not wyfe And also thryfe And all in a yere. Fyrst must us crepe And sythen go. I go to by shepe. Nay, not so. What, dreme ye or slepe? Where shuld thay go? Here shall thou none kepe. A, good syr, ho! Who am I? I wyll pasture my fe Wheresoever lykys me. Here shall thou theym se. Not so hardy. Not oone shepe tayll Shall thou bryng hedyr. I shall bryng, no fayll, A hundreth togedyr. What, art thou in ayll? Longys thou oght-whedir? Thay shall go saunce fayll. Go now, bell-weder. I say, tyr! I say, tyr, now agane. I say, skyp over the plane. Wold thou never so fane. Tup, I say, whyr! What, wyll thou not yit, I say, let the shepe go? Whop!            Abyde yit. Will thou bot so? Knafe, hens I byd flytt, As good that thou do Or shall I thee hytt On thi pate — lo, Shall thou reyll. I say, gyf the shepe space. Syr, a letter of youre grace. Here comys Slawpase Fro the myln-whele. What ado, what ado Is this you betweyn? A good day, thou and thou. Hark what I meyn You to say: I was bowne to by store, Drofe my shepe me before; He says not oone hore Shall pas by this way. Bot and he were wood This way shall thay go. Yey, bot tell me good: Where ar youre shepe, lo? Now, syr, by my hode, Yit se I no mo Not syn I here stode. God gyf you wo And sorow! Ye fysh before the nett, And stryfe on this bett. Sich folys never I mett Evyn or at morow. It is wonder to wyt Where wytt shuld be fownde. Here ar old knafys yit Standys on this grownde; These wold by thare wytt Make a shyp be drownde. He were well qwytt Had sold for a pownde Sich two. 7 Thay fyght and thay flyte For that at comys not tyte. It is far to byd “hyte” To an eg or it go. Tytter want ye sowll Then sorow, I pray. Ye brayde of Mowll That went by the way; Many shepe can she poll Bot oone had she ay. Bot she happynyd full fowll: Hyr pycher, I say, Was broken; “Ho, God” she sayde, Bot oone shepe yit she hade. The mylk pycher was layde; The skarthis was the tokyn. Bot syn ye ar bare Of wysdom to knawe, Take hede how I fare And lere at my lawe. Ye nede not to care If ye folow my sawe. Hold ye my mare; This sek thou thrawe On my bak Whylst I with my hand Lawse the sek band. Com nar and by stand, Both Gyg and Jak. Is not all shakyn owte And no meyll is therin? Yey, that is no dowte. So is youre wyttys thyn. And ye look well abowte Nawther more nor myn. So gose youre wyttys owte Evyn as it com in. Geder up And seke it agane. May we not be fane? He has told us full plane Wysdom to sup. Now God gyf you care, Foles all sam. Sagh I never none so fare Bot the foles of Gotham. Wo is hir that yow bare, Youre syre and youre dam; Had she broght furth an hare, A shepe, or a lam, Had bene well. Of all the foles I can tell From heven unto hell, Ye thre bere the bell. God gyf you unceyll. How pastures oure fee? Say me, good pen. Thay ar gryssed to the kne. Fare fall thee.                        Amen. If ye will, ye may se Youre bestes, ye ken. Sytt we downe all thre And drynk, shall we then? Yey, torde, I am lever ete. What is drynk withoute mete? Gett mete, gett, And sett us a borde. Then may we go dyne Oure bellys to fyll. Abyde unto syne. Be God, syr, I nyll. I am worthy the wyne. Me thynk it good skyll My servyse I tyne; I fare full yll At youre mangere. Trus, go we to mete. It is best that we trete; I lyst not to plete To stand in thi dangere. Thou has ever bene curst Syn we met togeder. Now in fayth, if I durst, Ye ar even my broder. Syrs, let us cryb furst For oone thyng or oder That thise wordys be purst, And let us go foder Oure mompyns. Lay furth of oure store: Lo, here, browne of a bore. Set mustard afore; Oure mete now begyns. Here a foote of a cowe, Well sawsed I wene, The pestell of a sowe That powderd has bene, Two blodyngys I trow, A leveryng betwene. Do gladly, syrs, now, My breder bedene, With more: Both befe and moton Of an ewe that was roton — Good mete for a gloton. Ete of this store. I have here in my mayll Sothen and rost Even of an ox tayll That wold not be lost. Ha ha, goderhayll. I let for no cost A good py or we fayll — This is good for the frost In a mornyng — And two swyne gronys, All a hare bot the lonys. We myster no sponys Here at oure mangyng. Here is to recorde The leg of a goys With chekyns endorde, Pork, partryk to roys, A tart for a lorde. How thynk ye this doys? A calf lyver skorde With the veryose — Good sawse. This is a restorité To make a good appeté. Yee speke all by clergé I here by your clause. Cowth ye by youre gramery Reche us a drynk I shuld be more mery; 8 Ye wote what I thynk. Have good ayll of Hely. Bewar now, I wynk, For and thou drynk drely In thy poll wyll it synk. A, so, This is boyte of oure bayll, Good holsom ayll. Ye hold long the skayll; Now lett me go to. I shrew those lyppys Bot thou leyff me som parte. Be God, he bot syppys; Begylde thou art — Behold how he kyppys. I shrew you so smart And me on my hyppys Bot if I gart Abate. Be thou wyne, be thou ayll, Bot if my brethe fayll I shall sett thee on sayll; God send thee good gayte. Be my dam saull, Alyce, It was sadly dronken. Now as ever have I blys To the bothom it is sonken. Yit a botell here is. That is well spoken. By my thryft we must kys. That had I forgoten. Bot hark, Whoso can best syng Shall have the begynnyng. Now, prays at the partyng, I shall sett you on warke. We have done oure parte And songyn right weyll; I drynk for my part. Abyde, lett cop reyll. Godys forbot thou spart And thou drynk every deyll. Thou has dronken a quart; Therfor choke thee the deyll. Thou rafys. And it were for a sogh Ther is drynk enogh. I shrew the handys it drogh. Ye be both knafys. Nay, we knaves all; Thus thynk me best, So, syr, shuld ye call. Furth let it rest; We will not brall. Then wold I we fest. This mete who shall Into panyere kest? 9 Syrs, herys, For oure saules lett us do Poore men gyf it to. 10 Geder up, lo, lo, Ye hungré begers frerys. It draes nere nyght. Trus, go we to rest; I am even redy dyght. I thynk it the best. For ferde we be fryght A crosse lett us kest: Cryst crosse benedyght Eest and west, For drede. Jesus onazorus Crucyefixus Morcus, Andreus, God be oure spede. Herkyn, hyrdes, awake! Gyf lovyng ye shall. He is borne for youre sake, Lorde perpetuall; He is comen to take And rawnson you all Youre sorowe to slake. Kyng emperiall, He behestys That chyld is borne At Bethelem this morne; Ye shall fynde hym beforne Betwix two bestys. A, Godys dere Dominus, What was that sang? It was wonder curiose, With small noytys emang. I pray to God, save us Now in this thrang. I am ferd, by Jesus. Somwhat be wrang: Me thoght Oone scremyd on lowde; I suppose it was a clowde. In myn erys it sowde, By hym that me boght. Nay, that may not be, I say you certan, For he spake to us thre As he had bene a man. When he lemyd on this lee My hart shakyd than. An angell was he, Tell you I can, No dowte. He spake of a barne: We must seke hym, I you warne; That betokyns yond starne That standys yonder owte It was mervell to se, So bright as it shone; I wold have trowyd veraly It had bene thoner-flone, Bot I sagh with myn ee As I lenyd to this stone. It was a mery gle, Sich hard I never none, I recorde: As he sayde in a skreme, Or els that I dreme, We shuld go to Bedleme To wyrship that lorde. That same childe is he That prophetys of told Shuld make them fre That Adam had sold. Take tent unto me: This is inrold By the wordys of Isae, A prynce most bold Shall he be, And kyng with crowne Sett on David trone; Sich was never none Seyn with oure ee. Also, Isay says Oure faders us told That a vyrgyn shuld pas Of Jesse that wold Bryng furth by grace A floure so bold; That vyrgyn now has These wordys uphold As ye se. Trust it now we may He is borne this day: Exiet virga De radice Jesse. 11 Of hym spake more, Sybyll as I weyn, And Nabugodhonosor, From oure faythe alyene: In the fornace where thay wore Thre childre sene, The fourt stode before, Godys son lyke to bene. That fygure Was gyffen by revalacyon That God wold have a son; This is a good lesson Us to consydure. Of hym spake Jeromy And Moyses also Where he sagh hym by A bushe burnand, lo! When he cam to aspy If it were so, Unburnyd was it truly At commyng therto — A wonder! That was for to se Hir holy vyrgynyté That she unfylyd shuld be, Thus can I ponder, And shuld have a chyld, Sich was never sene. Pese, man, thou art begyld. Thou shall se hym with eene — Of a madyn so myld, Greatt mervell I mene, Yee, and she unfyld, A virgyn clene — So soyne. Nothyng is inpossybyll, Sothly, that God wyll; It shal be stabyll That God wyll have done. Abacuc and Ely Prophesyde so, Elezabeth and Zacharé And many other mo, And David as veraly Is witnes therto, John Baptyste sewrly, And Daniel also. So sayng, He is Godys son alon; Without hym shal be none. His sete and his trone Shall ever be lastyng. Virgill in his poetré Sayde in his verse Even thus by grameré, As I shall reherse:      Iam nova progenies celo demittitur alto;      Iam rediet virgo redeunt Saturnia regna. 12 Wemé, tord! what speke ye Here in myn eeres? Tell us no clergé. I hold you of the frères; Ye preche. It semys by youre laton Ye have lerd youre Caton. Herk, syrs, ye fon, I shall you teche: He sayde from heven A new kynde is send, Whom a vyrgyn to neven, Oure mys to amend, Shall conceyve full even. Thus make I an end. And yit more to neven, That Saturne shall bend Unto us With peasse and plenté, With ryches and menee, Good luf and charyté Blendyd amanges us. And I hold it trew, For ther shuld be, When that kyng commys new, Peasse by land and se. Now brethere, adew. Take tent unto me: I wold that we knew Of this song so fre Of the angell; I hard by hys steven He was send downe fro heven. It is trouth that ye neven; I hard hym well spell. Now by God that me boght, It was a mery song. I dar say that he broght Foure and twenty to a long. I wold it were soght, That same, us emong. 13 In fayth, I trow noght, So many he throng On a heppe. Thay were gentyll and small, And well tonyd withall. Yee, bot I can thaym all. Now lyst I lepe. Brek outt youre voce; Let se as ye yelp. I may not for the pose Bot I have help. A, thy hart is in thy hose. Now in payn of a skelp This sang thou not lose. Thou art an yll qwelp For angre. Go to now, begyn. He lyst not well ryn. God lett us never blyn; Take at my sangre. Now an ende have we doyn Of oure song this tyde. Fayr fall thi growne. Well has thou hyde. Then furth lett us ron; I wyll not abyde. No lyght mase the mone That have I asspyde. Nevertheles, Lett us hold oure beheste. That hold I best. Then must we go eest, After my ges. Wold God that we myght This yong bab see. Many prophetys that syght Desyryd veralee To have seen that bright. And God so hee Wold shew us that wyght, We myght say, perdé, We had sene That many sant desyryd With prophetys inspyryd; If thay hym requyryd, Yit closyd ar thare eene. God graunt us that grace. God so do. Abyde, syrs, a space. Lo yonder, lo! It commys on a rase, Yond sterne us to. It is a grete blase. Oure gate let us go. Here he is. Who shall go in before? I ne rek, by my hore. Ye ar of the old store; It semys you, iwys. Hayll, kyng I thee call; Hayll, most of myght! Hayll, the worthyst of all! Hayll, duke, hayll knyght! Of greatt and small Thou art Lorde by right. Hayll, perpetuall; Hayll, faryst wyght! Here I offer: I pray thee to take If thou wold for my sake With this may thou lake, This lytyll spruse cofer. Hayll, lytyll tyn mop, Rewarder of mede! Hayll, bot oone drop Of grace at my nede. Hayll, lytyll mylksop! Hayll, David sede! Of oure crede thou art crop. Hayll, in godhede, This ball That thou wold resave. Lytyll is that I have; This wyll I vowchesave To play thee withall. Hayll, maker of man! Hayll, swetyng, Hayll, so as I can. Hayll, praty mytyng! I cowche to thee, than, For fayn here gretyng. Hayll, Lord, here I ordan Now at oure metyng This botell. It is an old byworde: It is a good bowrde For to drynk of a gowrde. It holdys a mett potell. He that all myghtys may, The makere of heven — That is for to say, My son that I neven — Rewarde you this day As he sett all on seven. He graunt you for ay His blys full even Contynuyng; He gyf you good grace. Tell furth of this case! He spede youre pase, And graunt you good endyng. Farewell, fare Lorde, With thy moder also. We shall this recorde Whereas we go. We mon all be restorde; God graunt it be so. Amen to that worde! Syng we therto On hight: To joy all sam With myrth and gam, To the lawde of this lam Syng we in syght. Explicit una pagina pastorum. 14

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