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The Martyrdom of St. Andrew in the South English Legendary (c. 1270-80)





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Seynt Andreu the apostel was Seint Petres brother.
Our Lord Sulf to Cristendom him broughte, and non other.1
Vor fischeres hi were bothe; and as hi fischede adai
Bi the se, our Lord com and hor fischinge isay.
"Cometh," He sede, "after me and ich you wole make
Manfischeres," and this other hor nettes gonne vorsake,
And siwede Him with this word and ne chose noght amys. 2
Hem was so betere then to pasken bi the se water, iwis.
Wule our Lord an erthe was myd Him bothe were
And seththe hi wende aboute wide, Cristendom to lere.
In the lond of Patras Seint Andreu seththe com;
He turnde ther wel faste that folc to Cristendom.
Chirchen he rerede al aboute and teighte men therto.
Egeas wyf the Justice he makede cristene also,3
Thervore the Justice was wroth and wende to Patras,
To the cité in gret wraththe, as Seint Andreu was.
Cristene men that he ther fond sone he let hem take,
To make hem with his torment Cristendom vorsake.
Seint Andreu sone to him com: "Sire," he sede, "nym yeme,
Thou that ert so gret Justice, seli men to deme.
The heie Justice of Hevene thou haddest neode to knowe,
That into the put of Helle thee schal deme wel lowe."
"Wat, artou Andreu," quath the Justise, "that moni dai hath igo4
And idrawe men to thi false God? Thou neschalt nevereft mo."5
"Ich drawe men," quath Seint Andreu, "to the God that soth is,
Ac wrecches and false youre beth and deve and dombe, iwis."
"Wi saistou?" quath the Justise, "thou wost wel myd alle
That thou therof loude liest, hou mighte it so falle.
Vor the God that thou of tellest the Giwes wile nome
And slowe Him, as He worthé was, mid pur right of dome."6
"Nai, sire," quath Seint Andreu, "right was hit noght:
Thoru His wille, ous to bugge, He was to dethe ibroght."
"Hou mighte hit be," quath the Justise, "that His wille was therto?
Vor the Giwes Him with strengthe nome and Him slowe so."
"Ich wot to sothe," quath Seint Andreu, "agen His wille it nas.
Vor ich was mid Him thulke tyme and isé hou it was.
For er wel longe He tolde ous fore hou it scholde be,
Tyme and stude and everich poynt, as we mighte seththe isé.7
Gif thou woldest that sothe ihure, and yif thou understode,
Gret vertu ich wole thee telle of the holi Rode."
"Ich wole herkny," quath this other, "ac bote thou do after me,8
In the rode as thi Lord deide ich wole sette thee."
"Gif ich doutede," quath this other, "I ne prechede therof noght,9
Ac theron is al myn hope, my joie, and al my thoght."
"This thou might telle," quath the Justice, "men that ileveth thee,
And vor Inele thee ileve noght other thing thou shalt telle me.
Bote thou bileve on oure godes, mighti of alle thinge,
In the rode that thou of spext to dethe men schal thee bringe."
"Almighti God," quath this other, "ich herie night and dai.
Ich bileve on Him and ever wole, wile ich speke may."
The Justise was tho wroth inough. Seint Andreu he let caste
In strong prison, and he lai ther the wule it ilaste.
As the Justice sat amorwe in his sige, to him he was ibroght.
"Andreu," he sede, "ich opie wel that thou be bet bithoght,10
And that thou have fram folie thi thoght iturnd to nyght,
To lyvie with ous in joye gret and leve thin unright."
"Thou luther bern," quath Seint Andreu, "thou hontest aboute noght.11
The more torment thou me dost the gladdere is mi thoght.
Vor the more turmentz that ich thole her for mi Lord, er ich deie,
The more worth mi joye with Him in the blisse of Hevene heie.
Ich doute more of thee then of me, vor mi pyne nele ileste
Bote o dai other tweie her, other threo ate meste.12
Ac the turment that thou schalt have, warto thou schalt wende,
In tuenti thousend yer ne mo ne worth ibroght to ende."
Tho was the Justice swithe wroth he het is men anon
Seint Andreu scourgi so, that him oke ech bon13
And seththe bynde him honde and fot to the rode vaste
With stronge cordes, vor is lif scholde the lengore ilaste
And he the more in pyne be and the more scede of his blode.
The tormentors wel inough his heste understode:
Anon to the bon hi bete him verst with stronge scourges and brode.
Into the erthe hi pulten faste the tuei enden of the rode.
Tho Seint Andreu isey the rode adoun he sat akné:
"Hail beo thou swete rode," he sede, "suetest of alle tre,
That thou of my Loverdes lymes ihalwed moste be
And of gymmes precious.14 Wel glad ich thee isé
And wel glad ich come to thee, wel glad afoung thou me,
Vor evere seththe mi Loverdes deth iwilned ich have thee.
Nym me nou al fram this men, to mi Lord thou most me sende.
For al myn hope and my wille is thoru thee to Him wende."
Tho he strupte of himsulf his clothes ate bigynnyngge,
And bitok the tormentors that scholde him to dethe bringe.
Vaste bothe vet and honde to the croiz hi bounde,15
The honden beie above the heved, the fet toward the grounde.
That folc com thicke aboute him, he gan to prechi faste,
Twei dawes and twei nyght, the wile his lif ilaste.
That folc thretnede the Justise and thicke aboute him come
And wolde him have to-drawe, anon bote he him adoun nome.16
The Justice him wolde nyme adoun, Seint Andreu him vorbed.
"Inele noght," he sede, "come adoun er than ich be ded.
Vor ich isé mi suete Lord, and yer wile ich isei,
That abit vorte ich to Him come. He is her wel ney."
Wen me wolde him nyme adoun, hem thoghte he wex anhey,17
No mon mighte him areche vor upard he stei.
Hor armes wen hi upard reighte bicome as stif as tre.
So gret light ther com him aboute that no man mighte him isé.
Hi hurde him and ne seye him noght. That light laste iwis
Vorte the holi soule wende therwith to Hevene blis.
Tho the soule was forth iwend and the holi bodi levede there,
Maximille the Justice wif and other that ther were
With gret honur hi it neme adoun and to burynge bere,
Yut nolde the Justice ileve noght that he gan him lere.18
Therfore amidde the wei, as he hamward wende,
He fel ded byvore the men and his soule to helle kende.
Ac Seint Andreu was seththe hollich ilad iwis
To the lond of Constantinople ther as it yut is.
Swithe glad that lond is that he evere ther com.
In thisse manere Seint Andreu tholede martirdom.
 
(see note); (t-note)

For; they; one day
sea; their; saw
I will make you; (see note)
these others; forsook; (t-note)
followed


afterwards; went; teach
(see note)
converted
built; taught (i.e., brought)


where
at once; had them arrested
(see note)
take care; (see note)
wretched; [how you] judge

pit
(t-note)

true
are your [gods]; deaf
knowest; all along




Through; buy (redeem); (t-note)
(t-note)
by force

[at] that very time; saw
long before; in advance

hear; (t-note)
Cross; (t-note)

On; where


can; believe; (t-note)
because I will not
things
speakest of
praise
while; (t-note)
then; had [him] thrown
while it (i.e., night?) lasted
next day; throne
(see note)
last night
leave; give up your wrongdoing
(see note)

suffer; before
shall be


where; are going
or more; will not be
ordered; immediately

fast (tightly); (see note)
so that; longer

order
first; (t-note)
drove; two ends; (see note)
When; on his knees
Hail to thee; trees; (see note)

gladly I see thee
receive; (t-note)
since; desired
Take; these; must
to go to Him through you
stripped off
handed [his clothes] to

both; head
steadily
days

(t-note)
take; forbade
I do not want; before
a while ago I saw [Him]
abides until
(see note); (t-note)
reach; upward he ascended
their

They heard; lasted
Until
When; departed; left; (t-note)
(t-note)
they took it down; bore [it]

in the middle of the road
took its way; (t-note)
But; taken in a holy manner; (t-note)
where it (i.e., Andrew's body) still is; (see note)




 
[The SEL Miracle of the Three Questions, lines 109-236, is omitted; see Scottish Legendary version.]
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Nou bidde we Seint Andreu that he ous so wisse
And bidde vor ous, that we come to Hevene blisse.
                guide us in such a way
pray