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Herod
Messenger
King 1 (Jaspar)
King 2 (Melchior)
King 3 (Balthesar)
Counselor 1
Counselor 2
Mary
Angel
Incipit oblacio magorum. 1
Peasse, I byd both far and nere.
I warne you, leyf youre sawes sere;
Who that makys noyse whyls I am here,
I say, shall dy.
Of all this warld sooth far and nere
The lord am I.
Lord am I of every land,
Of towre and towne, of se and sand.
Agans me dar no man stand
That berys lyfe;
All erthly thyng bowes to my hand,
Both man and wyfe.
Man and wyfe, that warne I you
That in this warld is lyfand now,
To Mahowne and me all shall bow
Both old and ying;
On hym wyll I ich man trow
For any thyng.
For any thyng it shall be so,
Lord over all where I go.
Whoso says agane I shall hym slo
Whereso he dwell;
The feynd if he were my fo
I shuld hym fell.
To fell those fatures I am bowne
And dystroy those dogys in feyld and towne
That will not trow on Sant Mahowne,
Oure God so swete;
Those fals faturs I shall fell downe
Under my feete.
Under my feete I shall thaym fare,
Those ladys that will not lere my lare,
For I am myghty man aywhare,
Of ilka pak,
Clenly shapen, hyde and hare,
Withoutten lak.
The myght of me may no man mene,
For all that dos me any teyn
I shall dyng thaym downe bydeyn,
And wyrk thaym wo,
And on assay it shall be seyn
Or I go.
And therfor will I send and se
In all this land full hastely,
To looke if any dwelland be
In towre or towne
That wyll not hold holly on me
And on Mahowne.
If ther be fonden any of tho,
With bytter payn I shall theym slo.
My messynger —
Lord?
Swyth looke thou go
Thrugh ilk countré
In all this land, both to and fro,
I commaunde thee.
And truly looke thou spyr and spy
In every stede ther thou commys by
Who trowes not on Mahowne most myghty,
Oure god so fre,
And looke thou bryng theym hastely
Heder unto me.
And I shall fownd thaym for to flay,
Those laddys that will not lede oure lay.
Therfor, boy, now I thee pray
That thou go tytt.
It shal be done, lord, if I may,
Withoutten let.
And certys, if I may any fynde,
I shall not leyfe oone of them behynde.
No, bot boldly thou thaym bynde
And with thee leyde.
Mahowne that weldys water and wynde
Thee wish and spede.
All peasse, lordyngys, and hold you styll
To I have sayde what I will.
Take goode hede unto my skyll,
Both old and ying,
In message what is commen you tyll
From Herode the kyng.
He commaundys you everilkon
To hold no kyng bot hym alon,
And othere God ye worship none
Bot Mahowne so fre,
And if ye do ye mon be slone;
Thus told he me.
Tunc venit primus rex equitans et respiciens stellam dicit, 2
Lord of whom this light is lent
And unto me this sight has sent,
I pray to thee with good intent
From shame me shelde,
So that I no harmes hent
By ways wylde.
Also, I pray thee specyally
Thou graunt me grace of company,
That I may have som beyldyng by
In my travayll,
And certys for to lyf or dy
I shall not fayll
To that I in som land have bene,
To wyt what this starne may mene
That has me led with bemys shene
Fro my cuntré.
Now weynd I will withoutten weyn
The sothe to se.
A, Lord, that is withoutten ende,
Whensever this selcouth light dyscende
That thus kyndly has me kende
Oute of my land,
And shewyd to me ther I can leynd,
Thus bright shynand?
Certys, I sagh never none so bright.
I shall never ryst by day nor nyght
To I wyt whens may com this lyght,
And from what place,
He that it send unto my sight
Leyne me that grace.
A, syr, wheder ar ye away?
Tell me, good syr, I you pray.
Certys, I trow the sothe to say,
None wote bot I;
I have folowed yond starne veray
From Araby,
For I am kyng of that cuntré,
And Melchor ther call men me.
And kyng, syr, was I wont to be
In Tars at hame,
Both of towne and cyté;
Jaspar is my name.
The light of yond starne sagh I thedyr.
That Lord be lovyd that send me hedyr,
For it will grathly ken us whedyr
That we shall weynd.
We owe to love hym both togedyr
That it to us wold send.
A, Lord in land, what may this mene?
So selcouth sight was never sene:
Sich a starne shynand so shene
Sagh I never none;
It gyffys lyght over all bedene
By hym alone.
What it may mene, that know I noght,
Bot yonder ar two, me thynk in thoght.
I thank hym that thaym heder has broght
Thus unto me;
I shall assay if thay wote oght
What it may be.
Lordyngys that ar leyf and dere,
I pray you tell me, with good chere,
Wheder ye weynd on this manere,
And where that ye have bene,
And of this starne that shynys thus clere
What it may mene.
Syr, I say you certanly,
From Tars for yond starne soght have I.
To seke yond light from Araby,
Syr, have I went.
Now hertely I thank hym forthy
That it has sent.
Good syr, what cuntré cam ye fra?
This light has led me fro Saba,
And Balthesar my name to say,
The sothe to tell.
And kyngys, syr, ar we twa
Ther as we dwell.
Now, syrs, syn we ar semled here,
I rede we ryde togeder in fere
Unto we wytt on all manere,
For good or yll,
What it may mene this sterne so clere
Shynand us tyll.
A, lordyngys, behold the lyght
Of yond starne with bemys bright.
Forsothe I sagh never sich a sight
In no kyns land,
A starne thus aboute mydnyght
So bright shynand.
It gyfys more light itself alone
Then any son that ever shone,
Or mone when he of son has ton
His light so cleyn.
Sich selcouth sight have I sene none,
Whatsoever it meyn.
Behold, lordyngys, unto his pase,
And se how nygh the erth hit gase:
It is a tokyn that it mase
Of novelry;
A mervell it is, good tent who tase
Now here in hy.
For sich a starne was never ere seyn,
As wyde in warld as we have beyn,
For blasyng bemys shynand full sheyn
From hit ar sent.
Mervell I have what it may meyn
In myn intent.
Certys, syrs, the sothe to say,
I shall dyscry now if I may,
What it may meyn, yond starne veray
Shynand tyll us;
It has bene sayde syn many a day
It shuld be thus.
Yond starne betokyns, well wote I,
The byrth of a prynce, syrs, securely;
That shewys well the prophecy
That it so be,
Or els the rewlys of astronomy
Dyssavys me.
Certan, Balaam spekys of this thyng,
That of Jacob a starne shall spryng
That shall overcom kasar and kyng
Withoutten stryfe;
All folk shal be to hym obeyng
That berys the lyfe.
Now wote I well, this is the same:
In every place he shall have hame;
All shall hym bowe that berys name
In ilk cuntré.
Who trowys it not thay ar to blame,
Whatso thay be.
Certys, lordyngys, full well wote I,
Fulfyllyd is now the prophecy
That prynce that shall overcom in hy
Kasar and kyng;
This starne berith witnes wytterly
Of his beryng.
Now is fulfyllyd here in this land
That Balaam sayd, I understand;
Now is he borne that se and sand
Shall weyld at wyll,
That shewys this starne so bright shynand
Us thre untyll.
Lordyngys, I rede we weynd all thre
For to wyrship that chyld so fre,
In tokyn that he kyng shal be
Of alkyn thyng.
This gold now wyll I bere with me
To myn offeryng.
Go we fast, syrs, I you pray
To worship hym if that we may.
I bryng rekyls, the sothe to say,
Here in myn hende,
In tokyn that he is God veray
Withoutten ende.
Syrs, as ye say right so I red:
Hast we tytt unto that sted
To wirship hym as for oure hed
With oure offeryng
In tokyn that he shal be ded
This myrr I bryng.
We shall not rest even nor morne
Unto we com ther he is borne.
Folowe this light, els be we lorne,
Forsothe I trowe,
That frely to we com beforne. 3
Syrs, go we now.
Mahowne that is of greatt pausty,
My lord, Syr Herode, thee save and se.
Where has thou bene so long fro me,
Vyle stynkand lad?
Lord, gone youre herand in this cuntré
As ye me bad.
Thou lyys, lurdan, the dewill thee hang!
Why has thou dwelt away so lang?
Lord, ye wyte me all with wrang.
What tythyngys, say?
Som good, som yll mengyd emang.
How, I thee pray?
Do tell me fast how thou has farne;
Thy waryson shall thou not tharne.
As I cam walkand, I you warne,
Lord, by the way,
I met thre kyngys sekeand a barne,
Thus can thay say.
To seke a barne for what thyng?
Told thay any new tythyng?
Yey, lord, thay sayd he shuld be kyng
Of towne and towre;
Forthy thay went with thare offeryng
Hym to honoure.
Kyng? the dewill! Bot of what empyre,
Of what land shuld that lad be syre?
Nay, I shall with that trature tyre;
Sore shall he rewe.
Lord, by a starne as bright as fyre
This kyng thay knew.
It led thaym outt of thare cuntré.
Wé, fy, fy! dewyls on thame all thre!
He shall never have myght to me,
That new borne lad.
When thare wytt in a starne shuld be,
I hold thaym mad.
Those lurdans wote not what thay say;
Thay ryfe my hede, that dar I lay.
Ther dyd no tythyngys many a day
Sich harme me to.
For wo my wytt is all away;
What shall I do?
Why, what the dewyll is in thare harnes?
Is thare wytt all in the starnes?
These tythyngys mar my mode in ernes,
And of this thyng
To wytt the sothe, full sore me yarnes,
Of this new kyng.
Kyng, what the dewyll! Other then I?
Wé, fy on dewyls! Fy, fy!
Certys, that boy shall dere aby;
His ded is dight.
Shall he be kyng thus hastely?
Who the dewill made hym knyght?
Alas, for shame, this is a skorne.
Thay fynde no reson thaym beforne.
Shuld that brodell that late is borne
Be most of mayn?
Nay, if the dewyll of hell had sworne,
He shall agane.
Alas, alas, for doyll and care!
So mekyll sorow had I never are.
If it be sothe, forevermare
I am undoyn.
At good clerkys and wyse of lare
I wyll wyt soyn.
Bot fyrst yit will I send and se
The answere of those lurdans thre.
Messyngere, tytt hy thou thee
And make thee yare.
Go, byd those kyngys com speke with me
That told thou of are.
Say I have greatt herand thaym tyll.
It shal be done, lord, at youre wyll;
Youre byddyng shall I soyn fulfyll
In ilk cuntré.
Mahowne thee shelde from allkyns yll
For his pausté.
Mahowne you save, syr kyngys thre.
I have message to you, prevé
From Herode, kyng of this cuntré,
That is oure chefe.
And lo, syrs, if ye trow not me,
Ye rede this brefe.
Welcom be thou, belamy.
What is his wyll? Tell us in hy.
Certys, syr, that wote not I,
Bot thus he sayde to me:
That ye shuld com full hastely
To hym, all thre,
For nede herand, he sayd me so.
Messynger, before thou go
And tell thi lord we ar all thro
His wyll to do;
Both I and my felose two
Shall com hym to.
Mahowne you looke, my lord so dere.
Welcom be thou, messyngere.
How has thou farne syn thou was here?
Thou tell me tytt.
Lord, I have traveld far and nere
Withoutten lett,
And done youre herand, syr, sothely.
Thre kyngys with me broght have I
Fro Saba, Tars, and Araby,
Then have thay soght.
Thi waryson shall thou have forthy,
By hym me boght,
And certanly that is good skyll.
And syrs, ye ar welcom me tyll.
Lord, thi bydyng to fulfyll
Ar we full thro.
A, mekyll thank of youre good wyll
That ye wyll so,
For certys, I have covett greattly
To speke with you and here now why:
Tell me, I pray you specyally,
For any thyng,
What tokynyng saw ye on the sky
Of this new kyng?
We sagh his starne ryse in the eest,
That shall be kyng of man and best;
Forthy, lord, we have not cest
Syn that we wyst,
With oure gyftys riche and honest
To bere that blyst.
Lord, when that starne rose us beforne,
Therby we knew that chyld was borne.
Out, alas! I am forlorne
Forevermare!
I wold be rent and al to-torne
For doyll and care.
Alas, alas, I am full wo.
Syr kyngys, syt downe and rest you so.
By scrypture, syrs, what say ye two?
Withoutten lytt,
What ye can say therto
Let se now tytt.
These kyngys do me to understand
That borne is newly in this land
A kyng that shall weld se and sand.
Thay tell me so,
And therfor, syrs, I you commaunde
Youre bookys go to,
And looke grathly for any thyng,
If ye fynd oght of sich a kyng.
It shall be done at youre bydyng.
By hym me boght,
And soyn we shall you tythyngys bryng,
If we fynd oght.
Soyn shall we wyt, lord, if I may,
If oght be wretyn in oure lay.
Now, masters, therof I you pray
On all manere.
Com furth, let us assay
Oure bookys, both in fere.
Certys, syr, lo here fynd I,
Well wretyn in a prophecy,
How that profett Isay
That never begyld
Tellys that a madyn of hir body
Shall bere a chyld.
And also, syr, to you I tell
The mervellest thyng that ever fell:
Hyr madynhede with hir shall dwell
As dyd beforne;
That child shall hight Emanuell
When he is borne.
Lord, this is sothe, securely:
Wytnes the profett Isay.
Outt, alas! for doyll I dy
Long or my day.
Shall he have more pausté then I?
A, waloway!
Alas, alas, I am forlorne.
I wold be rent and all to-torne.
Bot looke yit as ye dyd beforne,
For luf of me,
And tell me where that boy is borne.
Onone, lett se.
All redy, lord, with mayn and mode.
Have done, belyf, or I go wode.
And certys, that gadlyng wer as good
Have grevyd me noght;
I shall se that brodell bloode,
By hym that me has boght.
Micheas the prophett, withoutten nay,
How that he tellys I shall you say:
In Bedlem, land of Juda,
As I say you,
Out of it a duke shall spra,
Thus fynd we now.
Syr, thus we fynd in prophecy,
Therfor we say you securely,
In Bedlem we say you truly
Borne is that kyng.
The dewill hang you high to dry
For this tythyng!
And certys, ye ly; it may not be.
Lord, we wytnes it truly.
Here, the sothe youreself may se
If ye can rede.
A, waloway! full wo is me,
The dewill you spede.
Lord, it is sothe all that we say;
We fynde it wretyn in oure lay.
Go hens, harlottys, in twenty dewill way,
Fast and belyfe!
Mighty Mahowne, as he well may,
Lett you never thryfe.
Alas, wherto were I a crowne
Or is cald of greatt renowne?
I am the fowlest borne downe
That ever was man,
And namely with a fowll swalchon
That no good can.
Alas, that ever I shuld be knyght,
Or holdyn man of mekyll myght,
If a lad shuld reyfe me my right
All thus me fro.
Myn dede ere shuld I dyght
Or it were so. 4
Ye nobyll kyngys, harkyns as heynd:
Ye shall have save condyth to weynd,
Bot com agane with me to leynd,
Syrs, I you pray.
Ye shall me fynd a faythfull freynd
If ye do swa.
If it be sothe, this new tythyng,
Som worship wold I do that kyng;
Therfor I pray you that ye bryng
Me tythyngys soyn.
Allredy, lord, at youre bydyng
It shal be doyn.
Alas, in warld how have we sped?
Where is the lyght that us has led?
Som clowde forsothe that starne has cled
From us away.
In strong stowre now ar we sted;
What may we say?
Wo worth Herode, that cursyd wyght!
Wo worth that tyrant day and nyght,
For thrugh hym have we lost that sight,
And for his gyle,
That shoyn to us with bemys bright
Within a whyle.
Here lyghtys the kyngys of thare horses.
Lordyngys, I red we pray all thre
To that Lord whose natyvyté
The starne betokyned that we can se,
All with his wyll;
Pray we specyally that he
Wold show it us untyll.
Here knele all thre kyngys downe.
Thou chyld, whose myght no tong may tell,
As thou art Lord of heven and hell,
Thy nobyll starne, Emanuell,
Thou send us yare,
That we may wytt by fyrth and fell
How we shall fare.
A, to that chyld be ever honoure,
That in this tyd has stynt oure stoure
And lent us lyght to oure socoure
On this manere.
We love thee, Lord of towne and towre,
Holly in fere.
Here ryse thay all up.
We owe to love hym over all thyng
That thus has send us oure askyng.
Behold, yond starne has made shynyng. 5
Syrs, securly
Of this chyld shall we have knowyng,
I hope in hy.
Lordyngys dere, drede thar us noght,
Oure greatt travell tyll end is broght.
Yond is the place that we have soght
From far cuntré;
Yond is the chyld that all has wroght.
Behold and se.
I red we make offeryng all thre
Unto this chyld of greatt pausté,
And worship hym with gyftys fre
That we have broght.
Oure boytt of bayll ay wyll he be;
Well have we soght.
Hayll be thou, maker of allkyn thyng
That boytt of all oure bayll may bryng.
In tokyn that thou art oure kyng
And shal be ay,
Resayf this gold to myn offeryng,
Prynce, I thee pray.
Hayll, overcomer of kyng and of knyght,
That fourmed fysh and fowyll in flyght,
For thou art Godys Son, most of myght,
And all-weldand.
I bryng thee rekyls, as is right,
To myn offerand.
Hayll, kyng in kyth, cowrand on kne.
Hayll, oonefold God in persons thre.
In tokyn that thou dede shal be
By kyndly skyll,
To thy gravyng this myr of me
Resave thee tyll.
Syr kyngys, make comforth you betweyn,
And mervell not what it may mene:
This chyld that on me borne has bene
All bayll may blyn;
I am his moder and madyn clene,
Withoutten syn.
Therfor, lordyngys, whereso ye fare,
Boldly looke ye tell aywhare
How I this blyst of bosom bare
That best shal be,
And madyn cleyn as I was are
Thrugh his pausté.
And truly, syrs, looke that ye trow
That othere lord is none at lowe;
Both man and beest to hym shall bowe
In towne and feyld.
My blyssyng, syrs, be now with you
Whereso ye beyld.
A, lordyngys dere, the sothe to say
We have made a good jornay.
We love this Lord that shall last ay
Withoutten ende;
He is oure beyld both nyght and day,
Whereso we weynd.
Lordyngys, we have traveld lang,
And restyd have we lytyll emang.
Forthi I red now or we gang
With all oure mayn,
Let us fownde a slepe to fang;
Then were I fayn,
For in greatt stowres we have ben sted.
Lo, here a lytter redy cled.
I love my Lord! We have well sped
To rest with wyn;
Lordyngys, syn we shall go to bed,
Ye shall begyn.
Syr curtes kyngys, to me take tent,
And turne bytyme or ye be tenyd.
From God hisself thus am I sent
To warne you as youre faythfull freynd
How Herode kyng has malyce ment,
And shapys with shame you for to sheynd,
And so that ye no harmes hent
By othere ways God wyll ye weynd
Into youre awne cuntré.
And if ye ask hym boyn
For this dede that ye have done,
Youre beyld ay wyll he be.
Wakyns, wakyns, lordyngys dere!
Oure dwellyng is no longer here.
An angell spake tyll us in fere,
Bad us as heynd
That we ne shuld on no manere
Home by Herode weynd.
Allmyghty God in Trynyté,
With hart enterely thank I thee
That thyn angell send tyll us thre
And kend us so,
Oure fals foman for to fle
That wold us slo.
We aght to love hym, more and myn,
That comly kyng of all mankyn.
I rew full sore that we shall twyn
On this manere,
For commen we have with mekyll wyn
By wayes sere.
Twyn must us nedys, syrs, permafay,
And ilkon weynd by dyvers way.
This wyll me lede, the sothe to say,
To my cuntré;
Forthy, lordyngys, now have good day.
God with you be.
Certys, I must pas by se and sand;
This is the gate I understand
That wyll me lede unto my land
The right way.
To God of heven I you commaunde,
And have good day.
This is the way that I must weynd.
Now God till us his socoure send,
And he that is withoutten end,
And ay shal be,
Save us from fowndyng of the feynd,
For his pausté.
Explicit oblacio trium Magorum. 6
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Peace
leave; various speeches
truly
(see note)
dare
bears
living
Mohammed
young
each; believe
against; slay; (t-note)
fiend
traitors; ready
believe in
lads; learn my commands; (t-note)
everywhere; (see note)
hide; hair
convey
harm; (t-note)
strike; together
when put to the test
Before
wholly
those
(t-note)
Quickly
each
inquire
place where
Here
hasten; torture
law; (see note)
quickly
delay
leave
governs
direct; assist
(see note)
Until
reasoning
that
each one
(see note)
must; slain
(see note)
receive
comfort
journey
Until
know; star
bright beams
without a doubt
truth; seek
From where [does]; wonderful; (see note)
guided
where; arrive
shining
Certainly; saw
rest
Until; know
Give
whither
believe; truly
verily
Arabia; (see note)
Melchior
accustomed
Tarsus
there
here; (t-note)
readily show
ought
wonderful
brightly
together
ask; know anything
this
heartily; therefore
from
Saba [in Arabia]
Truly
since; assembled
say; company
Until we know in all ways
Truly
(t-note)
sun; (t-note)
moon; taken
wonderful
its pace
near; it goes
it makes; (see note)
novelty
attention; take
before
blazing; brightly
declare
on
signifies
surely
(t-note)
(t-note)
rules
Deceive
(see note)
emperor
is alive
home
believes
Whoever
in haste
bears; certainly
birth
That which
say; go
all kinds of
(see note); (t-note)
incense
hands; (t-note)
(t-note)
(t-note)
quickly; place
as our ruler
dead
myrrh
where
lost
power
protect
Vile stinking
errand [to run]
lie; lout
judge; wrong
mixed among
quickly; fared
reward; lack
walking
seeking a child; (t-note)
news
Therefore
traitor fight
Sorely; regret
devils
over me
(see note)
louts know; (t-note)
hurt; (see note)
(t-note)
brains
mood; earnest
yearns
pay dearly
death; ordained
insult
scoundrel
might
disappear (be gone)
much; before
undone
But; teachin
soon
three louts
quickly hurry
ready
before
message for them; (see note)
each
every kind of ill
power
privately
summons
fair friend
haste
an urgent message
eager
watch over you
fared
quickly
delay
delivered your message
reward; therefore
(see note)
reasoning
eager
wanted
hear
beast
ceased
Since we knew that
blessed [one]
destroyed
sorrow
(see note)
delay
quickly
(t-note)
govern sea and sand
(t-note)
carefully
written; law
together
prophet Isaiah; (see note)
misled
be named
truly
before
power
(see note)
love
Immediately
ready; fervently
at once, before; mad
fellow
scoundrel’s blood
Micah; doubt; (see note)
(t-note)
Judea
spring
truly
assist you
written; law
forth; scoundrels; (t-note)
at once
why wear
most foully overthrown
(see note)
held to be
deprive me of
Before
listen graciously; (t-note)
safe conduct
stay
thus
true
(see note)
covered
conflict; situated
May woe come to
because of his deceit
shone
to us
(t-note)
tongue
(see note)
quickly
forest and hill
time; ceased; conflict
aid
In
All of us together
ought; [fol. 52r]
(t-note)
surely
journey
(t-note)
say
relief from misery
everything
receive
conqueror
almighty
incense
crouching; (see note)
onefold
dead
natural reason
For your burial; myrrh
Receive
misery; relieve
go
everywhere
blessed [one]
ever
power
below (on earth)
Wherever you dwell
shelter
in between
Therefore; advise; before
strength
try to get some sleep
glad
conflict; placed
bed ready made
delight
(see note)
pay attention; (see note)
without delay; harmed
plans; destroy
suffer
(t-note)
favor
(t-note)
shelter always
together
graciously
by [way of]
commanded
enemy
more or less; (see note)
humankind
part
In
much joy
various
Part; by my faith
each one; diverse paths
(t-note)
Therefore
way
aid
temptation by
By his power
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