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SYMEON I have be prest in Jherusalem here And tawth Goddys lawe many a yere, Desyrynge in all my mende That the tyme were neyhand nere In which Goddys Son shul apere In erthe to take mankende, Or I deyd that I myght fynde My Savyour with myn ey to se. But that it is so longe behynde, It is grett dyscomforte onto me. For I wax olde and wante my might And begynne to fayle my syght, The more I sorwe this tyde, Save only as I telle yow ryght: God of his grace hath me hyght That blysful byrth to byde. Wherfore now here besyde To Sancta sanctorum wyl I go To pray God to be my gyde, To comfort me aftyr my wo. [Here Symeon knelyth and seyth: A, gode God in Trinité: Whow longe shal I abyde thee Tyl that thu thi Son thu doth sende, That I in erth myght hym se? Good Lord, consydyr to me! I drawe fast to an ende, That or my strenthis fro me wende. Gode Lorde, send down thi Son That I, with my ful mende, Myght wurcheppe hym if I con. Bothe with my fete and hondys to, To go to hym and handele also My eyn to se hym in certayn, My tonge for to speke hym to And all my lemys to werke and do, In his servyse to be bayn. Send forth thi Son, my Lord sovereyn, Hastely, anon withowte teryenge, For fro this world I wolde be fayn! It is contrary to my levynge. ANGELUS Symeon, leff thi careful stevene, For thi prayer is herd in hevene. To Jherusalem fast now wynne, And ther shalt se, ful evene, He that is Goddys Son, for to nemene. In the temple ther thu dwellyst inne — The dyrknes of orygynal synne He shal make lyght and clarefye. And now the dede shal begynne Whiche hath be spokyn be prophecye. SYMEON A, I thanke thee, Lord of Grace, That hath grauntyd me tyme and space To lyve and byde thys. And I wyl walk now to the place Where I may se thi Sonys face, Which is my joye and blys. I was nevyr lyghtere, iwys, To walke nevyr here beforn! For a mery tyme now is Whan God, my Lord, is born. ANNA PROPHETESSA Al heyl, Symeon! What tydyngys with yow? Why make ye al this myrth now? Telle me whedyr ye fare. SYMEON Anne, prophetes, and ye wyst whow So shulde ye — I make a vow — And all maner men that are, For Goddys Son — as I declare — Is born to bye mankende! Oure Savyour is come to sesyn oure care! Therfore, have I grett merth to wende. And that is the cawse I hast me Onto the temple, hym to se, And therfore lett me not, good frende. ANNA Now blyssyd be God in Trinyté Syn that tyme is come to be! And with yow wyl I wende To se my Savyour ende And wurchepp hym also With all my wyll and my ful mende. As I am bound, now wyl I do. [Et tunc ibunt ambo ad templum. SYMEON In the temple of God, who undyrstod, This day shal be offeryd with mylde mood Which that is kynge of alle That shal be skorgyd and shedde his blood, And, aftyr, dyen on the rood, Withowtyn cawse to calle; For whos Passyon ther shal beffalle Swych a sorwe bothe sharpe and smerte That as a swerd perce it shalle, Evene thorwe his moderys herte. ANNA PROPHETISSA Ya, that shal be as I wel fende, For redempcyon of all mankende, That blysse for to restore, Whiche hath be lost fro oute of mende As be oure fadyr of oure owyn kende, Adam and Eve beffore. MARIA Joseph, my husbond, withowtyn mys, Ye wote that fourty days nere is Sythe my sonys byrth ful ryght. Wherfore, we must to the temple, iwys, Therfore to offre oure sone of blys Up to his Fadyr in hyght. And I in Goddys sight Puryfyed for to be, In clene sowle with al my might In presence of the Trinyté. JOSEPH To be purefyed have ye no need Ne thi son to be offeryd, so God me spede; For fyrst thu art ful clene, Undefowlyd in thought and dede. And anothyr, thi son, withowtyn drede, Is God and man to mene. Wherefore it nedyd not to bene But to kepe the lawe on Moyses wyse Whereffore we shal take us between Dovys and turtelys for sacrefyce. [Et ibunt ad templum. SYMEON All heyl, my kyndely comfortour! ANNA PROPHETISSA All heyl, mankyndys creatoure! SYMEON All heyl, thu God of Myght! ANNA PROPHETISSA All heyl, mankyndys Savyour! SYMEON All heyl, bothe kynge and emperour! ANNA PROPHETISSA All heyl, as it is ryght! SYMEON All heyl, also Mary bryght! ANNA PROPHETISSA All heyl, salver of seknes! SYMEON All heyl, lanterne of lyght! ANNA PROPHETISSA All heyl, thu modyr of mekenes! MARIA Symeon, I undyrstand and se That bothyn of my sone and me Ye have knowynge clere. And also in youre compané, My sone desyryth for to be, And therffore have hym here. [Et accipiet Jhesum. SYMEON Welcome, prynce withowte pere! Welcome, Goddys owyn sone! Welcome, my Lord so dere! Welcome, with me to wone! Suscepimus Deus misericordiam tuam. 1 Lord God, in magesté: We have receyvyd this day of thee, In myddys of thi temple here Thy grett mercy as we may se. Therfore thi name of grett degré Be wurchepyd in all manere Over all this werde, bothe fer and nere, Yevyn on to the uterest ende; For now is man out of daungere And rest and pes to all mankende. |
been [a] priest; (t-note) taught; God’s; (t-note) mind near at hand; (t-note) God’s On Before I died eye overdue grow; lack; strength called me await the Holy of Holies; (see note) (see note) How; await take pity on me strength; go (t-note) [So] that; mind can; (t-note) two for certain limbs ready tarrying from; gladly be way of life stop your sad speech; (t-note) get you shall see to speak of (see note); (t-note) purify deed been; by await Son’s bliss lighter, indeed When you where you are going prophetess, if you knew why; (t-note) As you should manner of buy (redeem) mankind; (see note) end our woes in traveling I hurry don’t hinder me; (t-note) I go gracious mind And then both of them go to the temple; (t-note) truth be told; (t-note) (see note) He who is scourged; [will] shed die on the cross Without reason sorrow; painful; (see note) pierce through; mother’s heart well find; (see note); (t-note) (see note) time out of mind by; father; own kind certainly know; it is nearly; (see note) Since my son’s; exactly indeed son of bliss on high God’s; (t-note) Purified soul purified Nor; God help me Undefiled without a doubt to mediate between according to Moses for the two of us; (see note) Doves and turtledoves And they (Mary and Joseph) go to the temple mankind’s creator mankind’s healer of sickness mother of meekness both certain company And he (Simeon) welcomes Jesus peer God’s own son to dwell (see note); (t-note) (see note) Amidst great reverence world; far Even; most distant; (t-note) peace; mankind |
[“Nunc dimittis seruum tuum Domine,” et cetera. 2 The psalme songyn every vers, and therqwyl Symeon pleyth with the child and qwhan the psalme is endyd, he seyth: (see note); (t-note) |
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Now lete me dye, Lorde, and hens pace, For I, thi servaunt in this place, Have sen my Savyour dere, Whiche thu hast ordeyned beforn the face Of al mankynde this tyme of grace, Opynly to appere: Thi lyth is shynand clere To all mankyndys savacyon. Mary, take youre childe now here And kepe wel: this man is savacyon. ANNA PROPHETISSA Ne I rowth nere to dye also, For more than fowre skore yere and to This tyme hath bede to se, And sythe that it is come therto, What Goddys wyl is with me to do, Right evyn so mot it be. JOSEPH Take here these candelys thre — Mary, Symeon, and Anne — And I shal take the fowrte to me To offre oure child up, thanne. MARIA Hyest Fadyr, God of powere: Your owyn dere Son I offre yow here. As I to your lawe am sworn. Receyve thi childe in glad manere, For he is the fyrst, this childe so dere, That of his modyr is born. But thow I offre hym yow beforn, Good Lord, yit gyf me hym agen, For my comforte were fully lorn If we shuld longe asondyr ben. [Mari leyth the childe on the autere. JOSEPH Sere prest of the temple, now Have here fyff pens unto yow, Oure childe agen to take. It is the lawe, as ye woot how. CAPELLANUS Joseph, ye an do ryght anow As for youre childys sake. But othere offerynge yett must ye make. And therfore take youre sone, Mary, In meche joye ye may awake Whylys he is in youre company. MARIA Therto I am ful glad and fayn For to receyve my childe agayn, Ellys were I to blame; And afterewarde, for to be bayn To offre to God, in ful certayn, As in my sonys name With fowlys, bothe wylde and tame, For in Goddys servyse I shal nevyr irke. JOSEPH Lo, Mary, have here tho same To do thi dewtys of Holy Kyrke. [And ther Mary offeryth fowlys onto the autere and seyth: MARIA Allmyghtyfful Fadyr, mercyful Kynge: Receyvyth now this lytyl offrynge, For it is the fyrst in degré That youre lytyl childe so yynge Presentyth today be my shewyng To youre hygh magesté. Of his sympyl poverté, Be his devocyon and my good wylle, Upon your awtere receyve of me Youre sonys offrynge, as it is skylle. |
die; hence pass; (see note) ordained light; shining mankind’s salvation guard him well; salvation; (see note); (t-note) Nor am I reluctant to die; (t-note) four score and two years lived to see since God’s may; (t-note) three candles; (see note) fourth then mother though yet give him to me again would be lost be apart Sir priest; (see note) five pence; (t-note) know have done the right thing; (see note) child’s son much While happy willing most certainly son’s fowls God’s service; get weary; (t-note) those same ones duties; Holy Church young by majesty (see note) By altar son’s; fitting; (see note); (t-note) |