5 10 15 20 25 30 35 40 45 50 55 60 65 70 75 80 85 90 95 100 105 110 115 120 125	JOSEPH Lord, what travayl to man is wrought! Rest in this werd behovyth hym non! Octavyan, oure emperour, sadly hath besought Oure tribute hym to bere — folk must forth, ichon, It is cryed in every bourgh and cety be name. I that am a pore tymbre wryth, Born of the blood of Davyd, The emperorys comawndement I must holde with, And ellys I were to blame. Now, my wyff, Mary, what sey ye to this? For sekyr, nedys I must forth wende Onto the cyté of Bedleem fer hens, iwys, Thus to labore I must my body bende. MARIA Myn husbond and my spowse, with yow wyl I wende, A syght of that cyté fayn wolde I se. If I myght of myn alye ony ther fynde, It wolde be grett joye onto me. JOSEPH My spowse, ye be with childe — I fere yow to kary, For mesemyth it were werkys wylde, But yow to plese ryght fayn wold I. Yitt women ben ethe to greve whan thei be with childe. Now latt us forth wende as fast as we may, And Almyghty God spede us in oure jurnay. MARIA A, my swete husbond, wolde ye telle to me What tre is yon standynge upon yon hylle? JOSEPH Forsothe, Mary, it is clepyd a chery tre. In tyme of yere, ye myght fede yow theron youre fylle. MARIA Turne ageyn, husbond, and beholde yon tre, How that it blomyght now so swetly! JOSEPH Cum on, Mary, that we worn at yon cyté, Or ellys we may be blamyd, I telle yow lythly. MARIA Now, my spowse, I pray yow to behold How the cheryes growyn upon yon tre, For to have therof ryght fayn I wold! And it plesyd yow to labore so mech for me. JOSEPH Youre desyre to fulfylle I shal assay, sekyrly. Ow! To plucke yow of these cheries — it is a werk wylde For the tre is so hygh, it wol not be lyghtly! Therfore, lete hym pluk yow cheryes begatt yow with childe. MARIA Now, good Lord I pray thee, graunt me this boun, To have of these cheries and it be youre wylle. Now I thank it, God — this tre bowyth to me down! I may now gaderyn anowe and etyn my fylle. JOSEPH Ow! I know weyl I have offendyd my God in Trinyté, Spekyng to my spowse these unkynde wurdys, For now I beleve wel it may non other be But that my spowse beryght the Kyngys Son of Blys! He help us now at oure nede. Of the kynrede of Jesse, worthely were ye bore: Kyngys and patryarkys gow beffore. All these wurthy of youre kynred wore, As clerkys in story rede. MARIA Now, gramercy, husbond, for youre report. In oure weys wysely late us forth wende. The Fadyr Allmyghty, he be oure comfort; The Holy Gost gloryous, he be oure frende. JOSEPH Heyl, wurchepful sere, and good day! A ceteceyn of this cyté ye seme to be. Of herborwe for spowse and me, I you pray, For trewly, this woman is ful weré And fayn at reste, sere, wold she be. We wolde fulffylle the byddynge of oure emperour For to pay trybute as ryght is oure, And to kepe oureself from dolowre, We are come to this cyté. CIVES Sere, ostage in this town know I non Thin wyff and thu, in for to slepe. This ceté is besett with pepyl every won, And yett thei ly withowte ful every strete. Withinne no wall man comyst thu nowth. Be thu onys withinne the cyté gate, Onethys in the strete a place may be sowth Theron to rest, withowte debate. JOSEPH Nay, sere, debate that wyl I nowth! All such thyngys passyn my powere, But yitt my care and all my thought Is for Mary, my derlynge dere. A, swete wyff, what shal we do? Wher shal we logge this nyght? Onto the Fadyr of Heffne pray we so, Us to kepe from every wykkyd whyt. CIVES Good man, o word I wyl thee sey — If thu wylt do by the counsel of me, Yondyr is an hous of haras that stant be the wey. Amonge the bestys herboryd may ye be. MARIA Now, the Fadyr of Hefne, he mut yow yelde! His sone in my wombe, forsothe he is. He kepe thee and thi good be fryth and felde. Go we hens, husbond, for now tyme it is. But herk now, good husbond, a new relacyon Which in myself I know ryght well: Cryst, in me, hath take incarnacyon — Sone wele be borne the trowth I fele. In this pore logge my chawmere I take, Here for to abyde the blyssyd byrth Of hym that all this werd dude make. Betwyn myn sydys I fele he styrth! JOSEPH God be thin help, spowse, it swemyth me sore, Thus febyly loggyd and in so pore degré — Goddys sone amonge bestys for to be bore, His woundyr werkys fulfyllyd must be. In an hous that is desolat, withowtyn any wall Fyer nor wood non here is. MARIA Joseph, myn husbond, abydyn here I shal, For here wyl be born the Kyngys Sone of Blys. JOSEPH Now, jentyll wyff, be of good myrth, And if ye wyl owght have, telle me what ye thynk. I shal not spare for schep nor derth. Now telle me youre lust of mete and drynk. MARIA For mete and drynk lust I ryght nowth: Allmyghty God my fode shal be. Now that I am in chawmere brought, I hope ryght well my chylde to se. Therfore, husbond, of your honesté, Avoyd yow hens out of this place, And I alone with humylité Here shal abyde Goddys hygh grace. JOSEPH All redy, wyff, yow for to plese. I wyl go hens out of youre way And seke sum mydwyvys, yow for to ese Whan that ye travayle of childe this day. Farewell, trewe wyff and also clene may, God be youre comforte in Trinyté. MARIA To God in hevyn for yow I pray — He yow preserve wherso ye be.	hardship; (t-note) world; is not due resolutely called for; (see note) everyone town and city; by carpenter (wright); (t-note) (t-note) emperor’­s; obey Or else surely; go Bethlehem far; indeed; (t-note) apply my body go gladly; see any of my family fear; travel an unwise act gladly Yet; easy to upset when let; go over there Truly; called In season Turn around blooms [it is time] that we were in trouble; in haste grow gladly would please you; so much try surely hard work easy who got you; (see note) boon if it is gather enough; eat can only be bears; King’s worthily; born; (see note) patriarchs go kindred were clerks; histories many thanks let us go forth honorable sir citizen lodging; (t-note) very weary gladly; sir as it is right for us grief an inn; none Your in every place filling the outside not once Scarcely; sought without question not darling lodge wicked creature one word; say to you a stable; stands by the beasts lodged may he reward you truly everywhere declaration; (t-note) has become flesh Soon will; truth chamber await did make the world sides; stirs your; distresses estate God’s son; beasts; (see note) wonderful works (t-note) stay Son of Bliss for plenty or scarcity; (t-note) your desire for food I desire not food chamber decency Leave here await God’s seek; midwives; ease When; go into labor pure maiden
	[Hic dum Joseph est absens, parit Maria Filium Unigenitu­m.1
130 135 140 145 150 155 160 165 170 175 180 185 190 195 200 205 210 215 220 225 230 235 240 245 250	JOSEPH Now God of whom comyth all releffe, And as all grace in thee is grownde, So save my wyff from hurt and greffe Tyl I sum mydwyvys for her have fownde. Travelynge women in care be bownde With grete throwys whan thei do grone! God helpe my wyff that sche not swownde — I am ful sory sche is alone. It is not convenyent a man to be — Ther women gon in travalynge! Wherfore sum mydwyff fayn wold I se, My wyff to helpe that is so yenge. ZELOMY Why makyst thu, man, suche mornyng? Tell me sumdele of youre gret mone. JOSEPH My wyf is now in gret longynge, Travelyng of chylde and is alone. For Godys love that sytt in trone, As ye mydwyvys that kan youre good Help my yonge spowse in hast anone! I drede me sore of that fayr food. SALOMÉ Be of good chere and of glad mood — We tweyn mydwyvys with thee wyll go. Ther was nevyr woman in such plyght stood But we were redy her help to do. My name is Salomee — all men me knowe For a mydwyff of wurthy fame. Whan women travayl, grace doth growe. Theras I come, I had nevyr shame. ZELOMY And I am Zelomye — men knowe my name. We tweyn with thee wyl go togedyr And help thi wyff fro hurt and grame. Com forth, Joseph, go we streyth thedyr. JOSEPH I thank yow, damys — ye comforte my lyff. Streyte to my spowse walke we the way In this pore logge lyght Mary, my wyff, Hyr for to comforte, gode frendys asay. SALOMÉ We dare not entre this logge, in fay! Ther is therin so gret bryghtnes — Mone be nyght nor sunne be day Shone nevyr so clere in ther lyghtnesse! ZELOMY Into this hous dare I not gon! The woundyrffull lyght doth me affray! JOSEPH Than wyl myself gon in alon And chere my wyff, if that I may. All heyl, maydon and wyff, I say! How dost thu fare? Telle me thi chere, Thee for to comforte in gesyn this day. Tweyn gode mydwyvis I have brought here, Thee for to helpe that art in harde bonde — Zelomye and Salomee be com with me. For dowte of drede withowte thei do stond And dare not come in for lyght that they se. [Hic Maria subridendo, dicat: MARIA The myght of the Godhede in his magesté Wyl not be hyd now at this whyle. The chylde that is born wyl preve his modyr fre, A very clene mayde, and therfore I smyle. JOSEPH Why do ye lawghe, wyff? Ye be to blame! I pray yow, spowse, do no more so! In happ the mydwyvys wyl take it to grame, And at your nede helpe wele non do. Iff ye have nede of mydwyvys, lo, Peraventure thei wyl gon hens! Therfor be sad and ye may so And wynnyth all the mydwyvis good diligens. MARIA Husbond, I pray yow — dysplese yow nowth. Thow that I lawghe and gret joye have, Here is the chylde this werd hath wrought, Born now of me that allthynge shal save. JOSEPH I aske yow grace, for I dyde rave. O gracyous childe, I aske mercy — As thu art Lord and I but knave Forgeve me now my gret foly! Alas, mydwyvis, what have I seyd? I pray yow, com to us more nere, For her I fynde my wyff a mayd And in her arme a chylde hath here! Bothe mayd and modyr, sche is in fere! That God wole have may nevyrmore fayle: Modyr on erth was nevyr non clere Withowth sche had in byrth travayle. ZELOMY In byrth, travayle muste sche nedys have Or ellys no chylde of her is born! JOSEPH I pray yow, dame, and ye vowchsave — Com se the chylde, my wyff beforn. SALOMÉ Grete God be in this place! Swete systyr, how fare ye? MARIA I thank the Fadyr of his hygh grace. His owyn son and my chylde here ye may se. ZELOMY All heyl, Mary and ryght good morn! Who was mydwyfe of this fayr chyld? MARIA He that nothynge wyl have forlorn Sent me this babe, and I mayd mylde. ZELOMY With honde lete me now towch and fele Yf ye have nede of medycyn. I shal yow comforte and helpe ryght wele As other women, yf ye have pyn. MARIA Of this fayr byrth that here is myn, Peyne nere grevynge fele I ryght non. I am clene mayde and pure virgyn: Tast with youre hand yourself alon. [Hic palpat Zelomye Beatam Mariam Virginem, dicens:2 ZELOMY O myghtfull God, have mercy on me! A merveyle that nevyr was herd beforn! Here opynly I fele and se: A fayr chylde of a maydon is born And nedyth no waschynge as other don, Ful clene and pure forsoth is he, Withoutyn spot or ony polucyon, His modyr, nott hurte of virgynité. Coom nere, gode systyr Salomé: Beholde the brestys of this clene mayd, Ful of fayr mylke, how that thei be. And hyr chylde clene, as I fyrst sayd — As other ben, nowth fowle arayd — But clene and pure, bothe modyr and chylde! Of this matyr I am dysmayd To se them both thus undefyled! SALOMÉ It is not trewe! It may nevyr be That bothe be clene! I cannot beleve — A mayd mylke have! Never man dyde se Ne woman bere chylde withowte grett greve! I shal nevyr trowe it, but I it preve With hand towchynge, but I assay. In my conscience it may nevyr cleve That sche hath chylde and is a may. MARIA Yow for to putt clene out of dowth, Towch with youre hand and wele asay: Wysely ransake and trye the trewthe owth Whethyr I be fowlyd or a clene may.	relief; (see note) founded grief midwives laboring throes; when swoon Where; into labor gladly young mourning; (t-note) some; grief distress Laboring with God’s; who sits on the throne can do good haste at once I fear for that young woman; (see note) (t-note) two midwives (t-note) When; are in labor I’ve never failed two; together harm there straightaway dames poor lodging lies Her; try in faith Moon by; by go frighten me Then How are you doing? childbed Two good distress have come For fear of danger (t-note) Here let Mary, smiling, say; (see note) majesty be hidden; this time free of sin laugh; disgraceful; (t-note) Perhaps; get angry will not help you; (t-note) Perhaps; go away somber if midwives’; attention don’t be displeased Though; laugh who made this world everything was raving a peasant closer here at the same time; (t-note) That which God requires has never existed birth pains labor; needs vouchsafe before (t-note) will abandon my hand pain Neither pain nor grief Feel; (t-note) mighty marvel washing; do; (t-note) truly any uncleanness virginity intact good sister breasts milk not foul at all matter; confounded; (t-note) did see; (t-note) Any; grief; (t-note) believe it, unless; prove; (see note); (t-note) touching, unless I examine it heart; accept it maid To put you; doubt test me Thoroughly examine; truth befouled; maiden; (t-note)
	[Hic tangit Salomee Mariam et cum arescerit manus eius, ululando et quasi flendo dicit:3 (see note); (t-note)
255 260 265 270 275 280 285 290 295 300 305 310 315 320	SALOMÉ Alas, alas, and weleawaye, For my grett dowth and fals beleve! Myne hand is ded and drye as claye! My fals untrost hath wrought myscheve! Alas, the tyme that I was born Thus to offende agens Goddys myght! Myn handys power is now all lorn — Styff as a stykke and may nowth plyght, For I dede tempte this mayde so bright And held agens her pure clennes! In grett myscheff now am I pyght. Alas, alas for my lewdnes! O Lord of Myght, thu knowyst the trowth, That I have evyr had dred of thee. On every power whyght evyr I have rowthe And gove hem almes for love of thee, Bothe wyff and wedowe that askyght for thee, And frendles chylderyn that haddyn grett nede, I dude them cure and all for thee, And toke no rewarde of them nor mede. Now as a wrecch for fals beleve That I shewyd in temptynge this mayde, My hand is ded and doth me greve! Alas, that evyr I her assayde! ANGELUS Woman, thi sorwe to have delayde, Wurchep that childe that ther is born. Towch the clothis — ther he is layde, For he shal save all that is lorn. SALOMÉ O gloryous chylde and Kynge of Blysse: I aske yow mercy for my trespace. I knowlege my synne — I demyd amys. O blyssyd babe, grawnt me sum grace; Of yow, mayde, also here in this place. I aske mercy knelynge on kne. Moste holy mayde, grawnt me solace — Sum wurde of comforte sey now to me. MARIA As Goddys aungel to yow dede telle, My chyld is medycyn for every sor: Towch his clothis, be my cowncelle — Yowre hand ful sone he wyl restor. [Hic Salomee tangit fimbriam Christi, dicens:4 SALOMÉ A, now blyssyd be this chylde evermore! The Sone of God, forsothe he is, Hath helyd myn hand that was forlore Thorwe fals beleve and demynge amys. In every place I shal telle this: Of a clene mayd that God is born, And in oure lyknes God now clad is, Mankend to save that was forlorn — His modyr, a mayde as sche was beforn, Natt fowle, polutyd as other women be, But fayr and fresch as rose on thorn, Lely-wyte, clene with pure virginyté. Of this blyssyd babe my leve now do I take And also of yow, hygh Modyr of Blysse. Of this grett meracle more knowlege to make, I shal go telle it in iche place, iwys. MARIA Farewel, good dame, and God your wey wysse. In all youre jurnay, God be youre spede, And of his hygh mercy that Lord so yow blysse That ye nevyr offende more in word, thought, nore dede. ZELOMY And I also do take my leve here Of all this blyssyd good company, Praynge youre grace bothe fere and nere On us to spede youre endles mercy. JOSEPH The blyssyng of that Lord that is most myghty Mote sprede on yow in every place, Of all youre enmyes to have the victory, God that best may grawnt yow his grace. Amen.	belief dead; (see note) distrust; trouble against God’s hand’s; gone stick; not move did test disputed affliction; fixed wickedness; (see note) truth poor creature; pity gave them widow; for thy sake did money belief testing dead; causes me sorrow questioned (examined) assuaged; (t-note) (t-note) (t-note) lost acknowledge; judged wrongly God’s; did tell sickness clothes, by my counsel full soon truly healed; lost Through; belief; bad judgment likeness lost mother Not foul, polluted Lily-white mother declaratio­ns each; truly guide your way prosper you bless you deed (t-note) far and near blessing; (t-note) May Over; enemies (see note) (t-note)