CLEOPHAS 5 10 [fol. 108r] 16 LUKE 20 25 30 CLEOPHAS 35 LUKE 40 CLEOPHAS 45 LUKE 51 55 CLEOPHAS 60 LUKE 65 CLEOPHAS 70 LUKE 75 CLEOPHAS 81 85 LUKE 90 CLEOPHAS 95 LUKE 100 JESUS 105 110 CLEOPHAS 115 JESUS [fol. 109r] 120 LUKE 125 JESUS 131 135 CLEOPHAS 140 LUKE 145 150 CLEOPHAS 155 LUKE 161 165 [fol. 109v] 171 JESUS 175 180 185 CLEOPHAS 190 195 200 LUKE 205 JESUS 210 215 [fol. 110r] 221 225 230 235 CLEOPHAS 241 JESUS 245 LUKE 250 CLEOPHAS 255 LUKE 260 JESUS 265 CLEOPHAS 270 LUKE 276 [fol. 110v] 280 JESUS CLEOPHAS LUKE 286 290 CLEOPHAS 295 LUKE 300 CLEOPHAS 305 310 315 LUKE [fol. 111r] 321 CLEOPHAS 325 LUKE 330 CLEOPHAS 335 LUKE 341 345 CLEOPHAS 350 LUKE 355 CLEOPHAS 360 365 LUKE 370 CLEOPHAS 376 380 LUKE 385

Cleophas Luke Jesus Peregrini. 1 Almyghty God, Jesu! Jesu That borne was of a madyn fre, Thou was a lord and prophete trew Whyls thou had lyfe on lyfe to be Emangys thise men. Yll was thou ded, so wo is me That I it ken. I ken it well that thou was slayn Oonly for me and all mankynde; Therto thise Jues were full bayn. Alas, why was thou, man, so blynde Thi lord to slo? On hym why wold thou have no mynde Bot bett hym blo? Blo thou bett hym bare; His brest thou maide all blak. His woundes all wete thay ware. Alas, withoutten lak. That lord, alas, that leche That was so meke and mylde, So well that couth us preche, With syn was never fylde. He was full bayn to preche Us all from warkes wylde. His ded it will me drech, For thay hym so begylde This day. Alas, why dyd thay so, To tug hym to and fro? From hym wold thay not go To his lyfe was away. Thise cursyd Jues, ever worth thaym wo, Oure lord oure master to ded gart go. All sakles thay gart hym slo Apon the rode, And for to bete his body blo Thay thoght full good. Thou says full sothe: thay dyd hym payn And therto were thay ever fayn; Thay wold no leyf or he was slayn And done to ded. Forthi we mowrne with mode and mayn With rufull red. Yee, rufully may we it rew, For hym that was so good and trew That thrugh the falshede of a Jew Was thus betrayd; Therfor oure sorow is ever new, Oure joy is layd. Certys, it was a wonder thyng That thay wold for no tokynyng Ne yit for his techyng Trast in that trew; Thay myght have sene in his doyng Full great vertu. For all that thay to hym can say He answard never, with yee ne nay, Bot as a lam meke was he ay For all thare threte; He spake never by nyght ne day No wordes greatte. All if he wor withoutten plight, Unto the ded yit thay hym dight. If he had never so mekill myght, He suffred all; He stud as still that bright As stone in wall. Alas, for doyll, what was thare skyll That precyous lord so for to spill And he servyd never none yll, In worde ne dede, Bot prayd for theym his Fader till To ded when that he yede? When I thynk on his passyon And on his moder, how she can swoyn, To dy nere am I bowne; For sorow I sagh hir make Under the crosse when she fell downe For hir son sake. Me thynk my hart is full of wo. When I sagh hym to ded go, The wekyd Jues thay were so thro To wyrk hym woghe, His fare body thay maide full blo With strokes enoghe. Me thynk my hart droppys all in bloode. When I sagh hym hyng on the roode And askyd a drynk with full mylde mode, Right than in hy Asell and gall that was not good Thay broght hym then truly. Was never man in no kyns steede That suffred half so greatt mysdede As he, to ded or that he yede, Ne yit the care; Forthi full carefull is my red Wheresoever I fare. Whereso I fare he is my mynde, Bot when I thynk on hym so kynde, How sore gyltles that he was pyynde Apon a tre, Unethes may I hold my mynde, So sore myslykys me. Hic venit Jesus in apparatus peregrini. 2 Pylgrymes, whi make ye this mone And walk so rufully by the way? Have ye youre gates ungrathly gone? Or what you alys to me ye say. What wordes ar you two emange That ye here so sadly gang? To here theym eft full sore I lang, Here of yow two. It semys ye ar in sorow strang Here as ye go. What way for shame, man, has thou tayn That thou wote not of this affray? Thou art a man by thee alane; Thou may not pleasse me to my pay. I pray you, if it be youre will, Those wordys ye wold reherse me tyll. Ye ar all hevy and lykys yll Here in this way; If ye will, now shew me youre skyll, I wold you pray. Art thou a pilgreme, thiself alone, Walkand in contry bi thyn oone, And wote not what is commen and gone Within few dayes? Me thynk thou shuld make mone And wepe here in thi wayes. Whi, what is done, can ye me say, In this land this ylk day? Is ther fallen any affray In land awrewhare? If ye can me tell, I you pray, Or that I farthere fare. Why, knowys thou not what thyng is done Here at Jerusalem thus sone Thrugh wykyd Jues, withoutten hone And noght lang syn? For the trewe prophete make we this mone, And for his pyne. Yee, for Jesu of Nazarene That was a prophete true and clene, In word, in wark, full meke I wene, And that fonde we; And so has he full long bene, As mot I thé, To God and to the people bath. Therfor thise daies he has takyn skath; Unto the ded withoutten hagh Thise Jues hym dight. Forthi for hym thus walk we wrath By day and nyght. Thise wykyd Jues trayed hym with gyle To thare high preestys within a whyle, And to thare prynces thay can hym fyle Withoutten drede; Apon a crosse noght hens a myle To ded he yede. We trowyd that it was he, truly, His awne lyfe agane shuld by, As it is told in prophecy Of Cristys doyng, And certys thay will never ly For no kyns thyng. Fro he was of the crosse tayn, He was layde full sone agane In a grave under a stane, And that we saw; Wheder he be rysen and gane Yit we ne knaw. Pilgremes, in speche ye are full awth. That shall I well declare you why: Ye have it hart, and that is rawth Ye can no better stand therby, Thyng that ye here, And prophetys told it openly On good manere. Thay saide a childe there shuld be borne To by mankynde, combryd in care; Thus saide David here beforne And othere prophetys wyse of lare, And Daniell. Som saide he ded shuld be And ly in erth by dayes thre, And sithen thrugh his pausté Ryse up in flesh and fell. Now sir, forsothe, as God me save, Women has flayed us in oure thoght. Thay saide that thay were at his grave And in that sted thay faunde hym noght, Bot saide a light Com downe with angels and up hym broght Ther in thare sight. We wold not trow theym for nothyng If thay were ther in the mornyng; We saide thay knew not his rysyng When it shuld be; Bot som of us, without dwellyng, Wentt theder to se. Yee, som of us, sir, have beyn thare And faunde it as the women saide: Out of that sted that cors was fare, And also the grave stone put besyde, We se with ee. The teres outt of myn ees can glyde For doyll I dre. Ye foyles, ye ar not stabyll. Where is youre witt, I say? Wilsom of hart, ye ar unabyll And outt of the right way, For to trow it is no fabyll That at is fallen this same day. He wyst when he sat at his tabill That Judas shuld hym sone betray. Me thynk you all untrist to trow Both in mode and mayn All that the prophetys told to you Before, it is no trane. Told not thay what wyse and how That Cryst shuld suffre payn, And so to his Paske bow To entre till his joy agane? Take tent to Moyses and othere mo That were prophetys trew and good: Thay saide Jesus to ded shuld go And pynde be on roode, Thrugh the Jues be maide full blo, His woundys rynyng on red blode; Sithen shuld he ryse and furth go Before right as he yode. Crist behovid to suffre this, Forsothe, right as I say, And sithen enter into his blys Unto his Fader for ay, Ever to won with hym and his Where ever is gam and play; Of that myrth shall he never mys Fro he weynde hens away. Now, sir, we thank it full oft-sythes The commyng of you heder To us so kyndly kythes The prophecy all togeder. Byleyff now, sirs, for I must weynde, For I have far of my jornay. Now sir, we pray you as oure freynde All nyght to abyde for charité And take youre rest. At morne more prest then may ye be To go full prest. Sir, we you pray for Godys sake This nyght penance with us to take, With sich chere as we can make, And that we pray. We may no farthere walk ne wake; Gone is the day. Dwell with us, sir, if ye myght, For now it waxes to the nyght. The day is gone that was so bright; No far thou shall. Mete and drynk, sir, we you hight For thi good tale. I thank you both, forsothe, in fere. At this tyme I ne may dwell here. I have to walk in wayes sere Where I have hight; I may not be withoutten were With you all nyght. Now as myght I lyf in qwarte, At this tyme will we not parte Bot if that thou can more of arte Or yit of lare; Unto this cyté with good harte Now let us fare. Thou art a pilgreme as we ar; This nyght shall thou fare as we fare; Be it les or be it mare, Thou shall assay. Then to-morne thou make thee yare To weynde thi way. Freyndys, for to fulfill youre will I will abyde with you awhyle. Sir, ye ar welcom, as is skyll, To sich as we have, bi Sant Gyle. Now ar we here at this towne. I red that we go sytt us downe And for to sowpe we make us bowne Now of oure fode; We have enogh, sir, bi my crowne, Of Godys goode. Tunc parent mensam. 3 Lo, here a borde and clothe laide, And breed theron all redy graide. Sit we downe, we shal be paide And make good chere; It is but penaunce; as we saide; That we have here. Tunc recumbent et sedebit Jesus in medio eorum; tunc benediciet Jesus panem et franget in tribus partibus, et postea evanebit ab ocullis eorum, et dicet Lucas: 4 Wemmow! where is this man becom Right here that sat betwix us two? He brake the breed and laide us som; How myght he hens now fro us go At his awne lyst? It was oure Lorde, I trow right so, And we not wyst. When went he hens, whedir and how, What, I ne wote in warld so wyde; For had I wyten I make a vowe He shuld have byden what so betyde. Bot it were Jesus that with us was, Selcowth me thynke, the sothe to say, Thus prevaly from us to pas; I wist never when he went away. We were full blynde, ever alas! I tell us now begylde for ay. For spech and bewté that he has Man myght hym knaw this day. A, dere God, what may this be? Right now was he here by me; Now is this greatt vanyté, He is away. We ar begylyd, by my lewté, So may we say. Where was oure hart, where was oure thoght, So far on gate as he us broght, Knawlege of hym that we had noght In all that tyme? So was he lyke, bi hym me wroght, Till oon pylgryme. Dere God, why couth we hym not knawe? So openly all on a raw The tayles that he can till us shaw By oone and oon, And now from us within a thraw Thus sone is gone. I had no knawlege it was he Bot for he brake this brede in thre And delt it here to thee and me With his awne hande; When he passyd hence we myght not se Here syttande. We ar to blame, yee, veramente, That we toke no better tente Whils we bi the way wente With hym that stownd; Knowlege of hym we myght have hentt Syttyng on grownd. Fro he toke breede, full well I wyst, And brake it here with his awne fyste And laide it us at his awne lyst As we it hent; I knew hym then and sone it kyst With good intente. That we hym knew wist he well enogh; Therfor all sone he hym withdrogh Fro he saw that we hym knogh Within this sted. I have ferly what way and how Away that he shuld glyde. Alas, we war full myrk in thoght, Bot we were both full will of red. Man, for shame, whi held thou noght When he on borde brake us this breede? He soght the prophecy more and les And told it us right in this sted, How that he hymself was With wykid Jues broght to ded And more. We will go seke that kyng That suffred woundes sore. Ryse, go we hence fro this place; To Jerusalem take we the pace And tell oure brethere all the case, I red, right thus: From ded to lyfe when that he rase He apperyd till us. At Jerusalem, I understande, Ther hope I that they be dwelland; In that countré and in that land We shall theym mete. Weynd we furth, I dar warand, Right in the strete. Let us not tary ne mare, Bot on oure feete fast lett us fare. I hope we shall be cachid fro care Full sone, iwys. That blyssid childe that Marie bare Grauntt you his blys. Expliciunt peregrini. 5

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