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Here begynnes the lyfe of saynte Margarete Olde and younge, I you praye youre folyes for to lette And byleve on Jhesu Cryste, that gave you wytte youre synnes for to bette. Lystenys, I wylle you tellen wordys fayre and swete - The lyfe of a mayden that hyghte Margarete. Her fader was a patryarke, as I telle you may. In Antioche a wyfe he chees in that false laye. Febylle was his herte and false was hys faye; The fendys oute of helle, thei servyd hym both nyghte and day. Theodosy it was his name. One God loved he noghte; He beleved in false goddys that were with hondys wroghte. They had a chylde schulde crystened be, it ranne hym welle in thoughte.1 He comaunded whann hit was borne it schulde be broghte to noughte. Her moder was an hethen wyfe that her to this uorld bare. As sone as the chylde was borne, sche wolde it schulde not forfare. Sche it sente into Asye with massyngeres fulle yare, To a noryse that her fedde and sette her to lare. The noryse that this mayden toke, sche kepte her with wynne. Alle thei her loved, as seyes the boke, in house that sche was ynne. Sone sche coude grete wysdome, and mykel sche dredde synne; Sche gave herre herte to Jhesu Cryste and lefte alle her kynne. The noryse that her kepte hadde chyldren sevyn; The eyghte was Margarete, Crystys mayde of hevyne. Talys sche herde manye one, moo than I can neven, Howe the Jewes dydde martirdome to Saynte Laurence and Stevyn. As sone as this mayde was of fyftene wynter elde, Sche kepte her noryscys schepe on dayes in the felde. Her felowes that satten her by, fulle faste thei her behelde Whenne sche maade her preyers to Jhesu, that alle doth welde. Sche bytoke her maydenhede as Jhesu wolde her deme. Sche loved Him with herte and gladlye wolde Hym queme. Fulle welle He herde her preyer, I telle you at a worde. As bokes dose us telle, Olibrius than was lord Of Asye and Antioche, to geven and to selle. He served both nyghthe and daye the foule fendys of helle. And alle that beleved on Jhesu Cryste, he fondes hem to qwelle. From Antioche to Asye were myles tenne and twelve. For to dystroye Crysten peple he hastyd hym belyve. He sawe Mayde Margarete the schepe before her dryve. Sone sayd that Sarasyne he wolde have her to wyfe: "Goo, summe of my men, and brynge her me belyve. "Bye my lay, if sche be comen of kynrede free, Of alle women that I knowe beste thanne schalle sche be. "For her fayre bewté, if sche be come of thral, By Mahound, her maryage schalle sche not lese alle. Fulle fayre I wylle her clothen, in purpylle and in palle; Sche schal be my lemman, I telle you nowe alle." The Saryssones dydde as he hem badde to mayden Margarete, There sche kepte her noryscys schepe so fayre in the strete. Mykel was it that thei her boden and more thei here behete;2 The trowthe of her herte ne wolde sche not lette. The Saryssones, her erande to done, forthe thei gunne stryke.3 "Damysel," thei sayden, "we wolle thee not smyte. Olibryus oure lord of Antioche so ryche, He desyres thee to wynne; fulle welle it maye thee lyke." Than answered mayden Margarete, as bryghte as onye levyn. Sche them sadlye answered with fulle mylde stevyn: "I have geve my maydenhed to Jhesu Cryste of heven, To kepe it, if His wylle be, for His names seven. "Jhesu Cryste my Lord, that dydeste for us alle, Hyghe Kynge of heven, to Thee I clepe and calle. Of my steedfaste herte ne latte me never falle, And of my stabylle corage not turne for hem alle. "Jhesu Cryste my Lord, to Thee I me wende, That never hadde begynnynge nor never schalle have ende. If Thi swete wylle were, an angel me Thou sende, From this foule gostys I may me defende.4 "Alle my kynne I have forsake; to Thee, knelynge on my knee, Jhesu Cryste, my good Lord, to Thee I betake me. Gladlye I wylle for Thi love in erthe a martyre for to be, Nowe has he his houndys on me sette, that I ne may not flee." The Saryssones to hym wenten and seyden alle her sawe: "Lord, of alle thi posté sche gevys not a hawe!5 Sche belevys on Jhesu Cryste, to her warant sche Hym dos make; For alle the payne thou mayest her done, sche wylle Hym not forsake." Than bespake Olibryous. He waryed both sonne and moone. For this virgyne glorious his wittys was nere goone. "Brynge her me byforne," he sayde. "I wylle turne her mode fulle sone.6 I schalle her make me to love longe or hit be none." Tho Saryssonnes agayne wentyn to that mayde Margarete. Thei leydenne handes her uppon and leddyn her into the strete. Sche come befor Olibryous; fulle fayre sche gan hym grete. He asked her what sche hyghte, and sche sayd, "Margarete." "Mayde Margarete," he sayde, "my lemman thou schalte be, And I thee wylle wedde if thou be comen of free. If thou be of thral born, I geve thee gold and fee. Thou schalte be my lemman so longe as it schal bee." That mayde hym answered fulle sone and anoone: "I am a Crysten woman, baptised in the funtestone. Blessed be my Lord that I beleve uppon. I wylle not lese His love for noon erthelye man." "Beleveste thou," he sayde, "on Jhesu Cryste, that done was uppon the Rode? Longeous thirled His syde - the stremys ranne on blode. The crowne was of thornes that on His hede stode. If thou troweste that He levyth, I holde thee but wode." Thanne bespake that mayde as an angel hir kende: "He dyed on the Rode oure soules to amende, And sythen into helle His holy goste He sente To take us oute of prysone to joye withowten ende." Thanne bespake Olibryus. He sawe it was no bote To stryve with that mayden, so stedfastely sche stode. He baad men schulde bynde her, both honde and fote, And sithen don her in preson - "that ye mowe turne her mode." Mayde Margarete alle nyghte in pryson laye. Sche come befor Olybryus uppon that other day. "Mayde Margarete," he sayde, "truste uppon my laye; Jhesu that thou beleveste on, forsake Him nowe for aye. "Truste on me and be my wyfe - fulle welle than thou schalte spede. Antioche and Asye thou schalte have to mede; Syclaton, purpel and palle, that schalle be thi wede; With the beste metys of the londe we schalle thee noryse and feede." "Alle thi counselle," sche sayde, "it turnes not my thought. I betake me to Jhesu Cryste, whiche that has me bought. And alle this myddel erthe, forsothe He maade of noughte, And sythen with His precyos bloode oute of helle us broughte." Thanne bespake Olybryous, "Nowe it schalle be seen Who it is that thou leveste on and why thou arte so keene. Honge her uppe by the here, her Lord for to tene! Bete her with scorgys tyl ye her dede wene!" The Saryssones dydde as he hem badde and to her gunne dryve; Thei beten her with scorges and with her gan stryve. The blode ranne from her bodye as watyr dos of schyve Tylle that thei alle wendyn sche hadde departed the lyve. Than bespake Olybryus, bye her as he stode: "Mayde Margarete," he sayde, "is this payne good? Beleve on my goddys and turne nowe thi mode. Have mercye on thi whyte flesshe and spyllynge of thi bloode." "Blessed be my Lord," sche sayde, "that borne was in Bethleem, Of Marye that mayden, as bryte as the sunne beme. Thou doyste as thou kenneste after Sathanas thin eme.7 Me thinketh thise paynes swetter then mylkes reeme." Than bespake Olybryus: "Ne geveth sche not an hawe; For alle the peyne that ye her doon, sche sette not bye a strawe! With youre scharpe nayles the fleshe of her ye drawe, Also cleene from the boone as houndys had it gnawe."8 Thise turmentoures dydde as he hem bade; to hir thei gunne goo. With her scharpe nayles thei dydde her moche wo. Of her fayre whyghte flesshe thei drowe ever froo, That the bloode from her heede ranne doune to her too. Summe that stode beforne her, fulle sorye that thei were Of that maydens whyte flesshe and of her yelowe here. "Fayre Margarete," thei sayde, "of thee we have grete care. Have mercye on thiselfe and on thi bodyes welfare." "A, ye wreched counselloures, why rede ye me soo? With bysynes ne with scourgys ye doo me no woo.9 My Lordys angeles comyn me to and froo. Alle is to me grete joye that ye wene is woo.10 "Jhesu Cryste my Lord, if it Thy wylle ware, Have mercy on thyse synefulle that wolde myne evel fare.11 Hye Kynge of hevenne, I praye Thee me here; I sofer this paynes for Thi love, Thou boughteste me ful dere." Than spake Olybryus: "Mayden," he sayde, "this is my posté. Haste thou nou yghen, that thou mayste hit see? Beleve on my goddys, yit I rede thee, Or for thi God that thou leveste on martyred schalte thou bee." "Thye goddys," sche sayde, "ar made of stoone. Of my Lordys joye telle may ther noone.12 Though thou have posté of my flesshe and boon, To take from Cryste my soule power haste thou noone." "Thou schalte," he sayde, "into pryson, there thou schalte lyke ylle13 To be bounden with yren bondes. Thi flesshe schalle I spylle." "Jhesu Cryste my Lorde, to whom is that I telle; He maye me delyver whan it is His wylle." Fayre mayden Margarete was than in pryson doone. The Holye Gooste to her sente a bryte angelle swythe anoone, Schynynge bryghte as the sunne evyn aboute mydde noen. The Rode was in his honde that Cryste was on doen. "Mayde Margarete," he sayde, "herke that I thee telle: In hevenryche blysse thou schalte ever dwelle. Jhesu Cryste that is my Lord, He hathe herde thi spele; He sente thee this holye Crosse the foule dragon to qwelle. "Thou, mayde Margarete, drede thou not it: Thi sete is made in heven before my Lord so bryghte. There is nothinge in erthe nor no erthelye wyghte That maye telle the joye that was made of thee this nyghte. "Iblessed be my Lord," sche seyde, "that me this word sente, For this holye angel that to me is wente. Fader and Sone and Holye Goste, Lord of alle this warde, Ne late never the foule gooste my stable harte wende."14 Holye mayde Margarete loked her besyde. There sche sawe a lothelye dragon in a corner glyde, Brennynge as the blake fyre. His mouthe he gaped wyde. That mayde wexed alle greene as the gresse in someres tyde. The lowe fleye oute from his tonge as the fyre of brymeston. That mayde felle to grounde tylle sche craked everye boone. He toke her up in his mowthe; he swalowed her anoon; Thorugh vertue of her he braste, that harme hadde sche noon. Holye mayde Margarete uppon that dragon stoode; Blysfulle was her herte and glad was her mode. "Iblessed be Thou, Jhesu Cryste; Thi myghte is fulle good. Now slayne is this dragon thorugh vertu of the Roode." Thanne mayde Margarete wente the dragone froo. Yit was there in a corner another devil moo. He hadde hondys, fete, and nayles on everye too; If he toke, never so lytylle, a thynge uppon the erthe, it schulde goo.15 Sche wente to that foule thinge with the crosse in her honde. By the vertue of Jhesu Cryste with her wympylle sche him bonde. Sche toke hym bye the heede, and doun sche him slonge; Sche sette her foote in his necke and to the erthe hym wronge. "Sey me nowe," sche seyde, "thou lothelye thynge, Who that is thi lord and who is thi kynge And who that thee hyder sente to make me ferynge, For sawe I never in erthe yit so foule a thynge." "Ladye," he sayde, "for thi Lordys love, Lord of alle londys, Lyfte a lytyl thi foote that on my bodye stondys. Wyde have I walkyd by water and by sondys, Yit was I nevyr bounden in so harde bondes. "Ruffyn that was my brother was the dragon that thou slowe. Whanne he was alyve, he wroughte sorowe inowe. He made men on nyghte to stele, so thereto he hem drove; He qwytte them her servyse, were thei never so lothe.16 "In a dragones forme I hym sente to thee, To reve thee of thi memorye or make thee wode to bee. Thou brakest hym in peces, and bounden thou haste me. A mayden us so to overcome, lytyl is oure posté!17 "Belsabub it is my name. No bote is me to sure; Thise peynes that I have I maye not longe endure. My myghte is not in erthe, but with wynde I flye. Alle I wolde do qwelle that I may see with ye. "There I wyste ony wyfe unborn was her barne,18 Thedyr wolde I come belyve, in childyng to do her harme. If it were unblessed, I brake it foote or arme, Or the woman herselfe in some wyse I dydde harme. "Salamon the wyse kynge, whyle he was on lyve, He closed us in a bras fat and dalfe us in a clyve. The men of Babylon that bras fat gunne ryve; And whanne that broken was, oute we gan dryve. "To have founde golde thei wenden; oute thei leten us goo - Soth it is to sayne ten thousand and moo - Some swyfter then the wynde and some as swyfte as roo, And alle that byleve on Jhesu Cryste we werke hem mychel woo. "If thou wylte wytte what I am, as thou mayste wete welle, Loke uppon thi bokys and thou schalte wyte everydele. I praye thee for thi Lordys love, thou bynde me with stele, That I may no man in erthe nor no woman with chylde do ylle." "Be stylle!" sche sayde. "Thou art so lothelye thou schalte goo into helle, Be thou never so hardye, no man for to qwelle. I praye my Lorde that in heven doth dwelle thi power for to felle." And than he sanke into helle as stone dos into welle. It was uppon the thridde day, at the hye mydde noone, Olybryus comaunded that may out of pryson schulde come. The turmentoures were fulle wylde and fette her ful sone. Sche helde the crosse in her honde that Cryste was on doon. Than bespake Olybryus, there he was fulle wrothe. He sayde to mayde Margarete, "Haste thou turned thi othe? Beleve on my goddys too, I geve thee bothe golde and clothe, And if thou wylte not do soo, thi lyfe it schalle be fulle loth." "Cursed be thi goddys that thou beleveste ynne! Thei come oute of helle and been of Sathanas kynne. They be alle togedyre fulle of lothelye synne. Whan thou trustyste hem beste, thei wylle brynge thee in synne. "But do thou welle and beleve on Hym that maade thee to man, Fader, Sone, and Holye Goste that alle this worlde wanne, And do thee baptysyn today in a funtestoone, As was Jhesu Cryste hymselfe in the flome of Jordon." "Do away!" sayde Olybryous. "Bale my men schalle thee brewe.19 Thi Lorde schalle thee turne to payne grevous, and to no nother sewe. Myne goddys be verry good, and thyn is untrewe. For thou wylte not turne thi moode, sore it schalle thee rewe.20 "Where are my turmentoures? A payne I wolde kenne: Welland lampes of oyle on her ye latte renne. From the necke to the foote scalde her as an henne. But sche turne her mode, loke ye do her brenne." The Saressones dyde as he hem baade, lampys for to wellyn And uppon her hede oyle thei lete fellyn. The oyle ranne down by her hede as water doth fro welle; The angel her kepte, they myghte her note qwelle. "Wylte thou," he seyde, "mayde Margarete, yit thyn herte wende? Truste uppon me and be my wyfe, and thi payne schalle amende." Sche answered him fulle sone: "Cryste it me defende. I beleve on Hym that maade me, His joye has noone ende." Icursed be thi Saryssones! God geve hem yvel endynge, And alle the same dayes that clerkys reede or synge. In a grete fatte fulle of water he baade thei schulde her brynge. But sche wolde turne her herte, to dethe thei schulde her slynge. Sche sayde, "Lorde, if Thi wyl be, with this water that I see I may be baptysed this daye in the name of Thee." The thundyre byganne to breste, the folke gunne to flee; The angeles her toke oute of the water that alle men myghte see. Manye for that myracle turned ther moode fulle swythe And byleved on Jhesu Cryste, both men, chyldren, and wyfe - Forsoth for to telle, ten thousand and fyve. For the love of Hym men broughte hem o lyve. Ful welle sawe that Sarysyne that he myghte not her stere. He clepyd forth Malcus, that was his manqweller. "Lede," he sayde, "oute of the towne - or elles I schalle her bere - And brynge her oute of lyve with swerde or with spere." They come withoute the towne, there men schulde her sloo. Alle folowed up and downe that myghte ryde or goo.21 The thunder began to brestyn, the sunne wexed alle bloo, The folke felle down to grounde - thei wyste of welle nor woo.22 Jhesu with his aungeles He sente hir a fayre steven - To mayden Margarete, Crystes mayde of heven: "Blessed be thou todaye with alle that I canne nevene. Todaye schalte thou wende into the blysse of heven." Malcus sawe the angeles. He sette hym on his knee. "Mayde Margarete," he seyde, "thi Lorde has grete thee, And alle this angeles that been aboute thee. Streche thi necke, reseyve my swerde, and have mercye on mee." Than spake that mayden, holye Saynte Margarete: "Brother, if thi wylle it bee, yit a lytel byde for me Whyle I make my prayers. I schalle have doon fulle sone." "Bydde," he sayde, "what thou wylte. I falle to thee anoone." "Fader, Sone, and Holye Gooste, Lord of alle weldande, Thou madeste alle this worlde of noughte, and Adam with Thin honde. Of mayde Marye thou was borne, that was floure in londe; And alle men that to me callen, louse hem, Lord, oute of bonde. "Alle that to my passyon wylle herken or reede, Or settes chirche or chapel, or geveth ony almysdede, Jhesu Cryste mye Lorde, with honoure Thou hem feede. The joye that is in heven graunte hem to her meede. "Jhesu Cryste, if ony woman that schal delyvered be, That Thou helpe than, if sche cale to me, And unbynde her anoone23 thorugh the vertue of that Tree That thou dyedeste uppon to make us alle free. "Lord God, I praye thee, for Thi grete myghte, As Thou madeste sonne and moone here in erthe to geve a lyghte, So graunte her that her chylde be borne with alle the lymmes aryghte, And not to be dumme, nor nothynge broken, nor blynde withouten syghte. "Also tho that have this day of my dethe in memorye, Or with good devocyon doth me worshipe or praye, Jhesu Cryste my Lord, the maydens Sonne Marye, Have mercye on tho soules, where ever the bodye lye." Than spake oure Lorde Jhesu Cryste, Saynte Maryes Sone: "By heven and by erthe, by sonne and by moone, Mayde Margarete, I graunte thee thi bone - To cume to that joye that thou haste wonne." Than bespake mayde Margarete; her prayers gan sche blynne. "Malcus," sche sayde, "smyte of myn hede. Forgeven is thee that synne." "That wylle I not doo," he sayde, "for alle this worlde to wynne. Thi Lord has grette thee, that thou beleveste ynne." "But if thou do," sche sayde, "elles schalte thou never have That joye that is in paradyse, that thou after doeste crave." Malcus herde this wordys; his swerde than dydde he drawe And smote of her hede with drede and mykel awe. Mycael and Gabryel and Raphael in fere, Cherubyn with ten thousand that there were, With senserys and taperys to heven thei her bere, Fulle hyghe tofore Jhesu Cryste; sche is to Hym fulle dere. Theophyle the good clerke, he wrote her vye, And the noryshe that her feede in the cytee of Asye, They bare her bodye to Antioche, and nowe in golde dos lye. Thei settyn a chirche in her name, ever to be had in memorye. Alle that seke were and thedyr wolde goo, Jhesu hem delyvered or thei come therefroo. Jhesu Cryste of heven, latte us lyve soo To have that joye that lastes evermoo. Of that swete mayde this is her vye, The twenteuthe daye of her in the moneth of Julye. Jhesu Cryste, that was yborne of the virgyne Marye, For Saynte Margaretes love on us have mercye. Amen. |
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