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Play 46, The Coronation of the Virgin

The Osteleres
 




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JESUS   Myne aungellis that are bright and schene,
On my message take ye the waye
Unto Marie, my modir clene;
That berde is brighter than the daye,
Grete hir wele haly bedene
An to that semely schall ye saye,
Off hevene I have hir chosen quene
In joie and blisse that laste schall aye.

I wille you saie what I have thoughte
And why that ye schall tille hir wende;
I will hir body to me be brought
To beilde in blisse withouten ende.

Mi flesshe of hir in erthe was tone;
Unkindely thing it were, iwis,
That scho schulde bide be hire allone
And I beilde here so high in blis.

Forthy tille hir than schall ye fare
Full frendlye for to fecche hir hedir;
There is nothyng that I love more
In blisse thanne schall we belde togedir.

I ANGELUS   O, blisful Lorde, nowe moste of myght,
We are redye with all oure myght
Thy bidding to fulfille,
To thi modir, that maiden free,
Chosen cheffe of chastité,
As is thy wille.

II ANGELUS   Off this message we are full fayne;
We are redy with myght and mayne
Bothe be day and be nyght.
Hevene and erthe nowe gladde may be
That frely foode nowe for to see
In whome that thou did light.

III ANGELUS   Lorde Jesu Criste, oure governoure,
We are all boune atte thi bidding:
With joie and blisse and grete honnoure,
We schall thi modir to thee bringe.

IV ANGELUS   Hayle, the doughtir of blissid Anne,
Thee whiche consayved thurgh the Holy Goste,
And thou brought forthe both God and manne,
The whiche felled doune the fendis boste.

V ANGELUS   Haile, roote of risse, that fourthe brought
That blissid floure, oure Saveoure,
The whiche that made mankynde of noght
And brought hym uppe into his toure.

VI ANGELUS   Of thee allone he wolde be borne
Into this worlde of wrecchidnesse
To save mankynde that was forlorne
And bringe thame oute of grete distresse.

I ANGELUS   Thou may be gladde, bothe day and nyght
To se thy Sone oure Saveoure;
He will thee croune nowe, Lady bright,
Thou blissid modir and faire floure.

II ANGELUS   Marie, modir and mayden clene,
Chosen cheffe unto thi childe,
Of hevene and erthe thou arte quene;
Come uppe nowe, Lady, meke and mylde.

III ANGELUS   Thi Sone has sente us aftir thee
To bringe thee nowe unto his blisse;
Ther schall thou belde and blithe be,
Of joie and mirthe schall thou noght misse.

IV ANGELUS   For in his blisse withouten ende
There schall thou alkynne solas see,
Thi liffe in likyng for to lende
With thi dere Sone in Trinité.

MARIA   A, blissid be God, Fadir all weldand,
Hymselffe wottith best what is to doo;
I thanke hym with harte and hande
That thus his blisse wolde take me too.

And you also, his aungellis bright
That fro my Sone to me is sente,
I am redy with all my myght
For to fulfille his comaundement.

V ANGELUS   Go we nowe, thou worthi wight,
Unto thi Sone that is so gente;
We schall thee bringe into his sight
To croune thee quene, thus hase he mente.

VI ANGELUS   Alle hevene and erthe schall worschippe thee
And baynnely be at thi biddinge;
Thy joie schall evere incressid be,
Of solas sere than schall thou synge.

   Cantando.

I ANGELUS   Jesu, Lorde and heveneis Kyng,
Here is thi modir thou aftir sente.
We have her brought at thi biddynge;
Take hir to thee as thou haste mente.

MARIA   Jesu, my Sone, loved motte thou be.
I thanke thee hartely in my thought
That this wise ordand is for me,
And to this blisse thou haste me broght.

JESUS   Haile be thou, Marie, maiden bright,
Thou arte my modir and I thy Sone.
With grace and goodnesse arte thou dight,
With me in blisse ay schall thou wonne.

Nowe schall thou have that I thee hight,
Thy tyme is paste of all thi care:
Wirschippe schall the aungellis bright,
Of newe schall thou witte nevere more.

MARIA   Jesu my Sone, loved motte thou be.
I thanke thee hartely in my thoght
That on this wise ordand is for me
And to this blisse thou has me broght.

JESUS   Come forth with me, my modir bright,
Into my blisse we schall assende
To wonne in welthe, thou worthi wight,
That neveremore schall it have ende.

Thi newis, modir, to neven thame nowe,
Are turned to joie, and soth it is
All aungellis bright thei schall thee bowe
And worschippe thee worthely, iwis.
For mekill joie, modir, had thou
Whan Gabriell grette thee wele be this
And tolde thee tristely for to trowe
Thou schulde consayve the kyng of blisse.

Nowe maiden, meke and modir myne,
Itt was full mekill myrthe to thee
That I schuld ligge in wombe of thine
Thurgh gretyng of an aungell free.
The secounde joie, modir, was syne
Withouten payne whan thou bare me.
The thirde aftir my bittir peyne
Fro dede on lyve thou sawe me be.

The fourthe was when I stied uppe right
To hevene unto my Fadir dere.
My modir, when thou saught that sight,
To thee it was a solas seere.
This is the fifte, thou worthy wight,
Of the jois this has no pere;
Nowe schall thou belde in blisse so bright
Forever and ay, I highte thee here.

For thou arte cheffe of chastité,
Off all women thou beris the floure,
Nowe schalle thou, Lady, belde with me
In blisse that schall evere indowre.
Full high on highte in magesté
With all worshippe and all honnoures
Wher we schall evere samen be,
Beldand in oure bigly boures.

Alle kynnys swetnesse is therin
That manne uppon may thynke, or wiffe,
With joie and blisse that nevere schall blynne;
Ther schall thou, Lady, lede thy liffe.

Thou schalte be worshipped with honnoure
In hevene blisse that is so bright
With martiris and with confessouris,
With all virginis, that worthy wight.
Before all othere creatours
I schall thee giffe both grace and might
In hevene and erthe to sende socoure
To all that servis thee day and nyght.

I graunte thame grace with all my myght
Thurgh askyng of thi praier
That to thee call be day or nyght
In what disease so that thei are.

Thou arte my liffe and my lekyng,
Mi modir and my mayden schene.
Ressayve this croune, my dere darlyng,
Ther I am kyng, thou schalte be quene.

Myne aungellis bright, a songe ye singe
In the honnoure of my modir dere,
And here I giffe you my blissing
Haly nowe, all in fere.
shining; (see note); (t-note)

pure
Lady
Greet; wholly forthwith







dwell

taken

by herself



lovingly; bring; hither










glad
power


worthy person
(i.e., In whose womb)


obliged



(see note)
conceived

put down; boast

branch; forth
flower; (see note)

tower (i.e., heaven)












chief



(see note)

dwell; happy



every kind of solace
bliss; live


controlling
knows









gracious

intended


obediently



[The angels] are to sing; (see note); (t-note)

heaven’s






ordained




adorned
dwell

promised
passed; trouble
Worship [you]
annoyance; know (experience)

praised must

ordained


(see note)




annoyances; speak




greeted
trustfully; believe


(see note); (t-note)

lie

since (when)


From death to life

climbed (went)




peer

promise


bears; flower

continue


together
commodious bowers

types of sweetness
woman

lead


(see note)
martyrs
person (i.e., Mary)








misery

liking (desire)
bright



(see note)


Wholly; all together