What tyme ne when I can not say, Ther is no warke that I may wyrk, That farther may I noght; Bot settys me downe and grankys and gronys, Bot never the les, the sothe to say, Nor make no chere, Yit if I be never so old, I myn fulle welle that prophetes told, Commen of David kyn; That slayn were thrugh syn. Bot, Lord, that us thy grace has hight, To thou sich grace to me send That I may handylle hym in my hend, And se hym with myn ee. Primus Angelus. Thou, Symeon, drede the noght, My Lord, that thou has long besoght, For thou has rightwys beyn; Thyn askyng has he grauntyd the, With outen dede on lyfe to be To thou thy Cryst have seyn. Secundus Angelus. Than Symeon, harkyn a space, I bryng the tythynges of solace, For-thy, ryse up and gang To the temple, thou shalle fynd thore Godes son the before, That thou has yernyd lang. Symeon. Lovyd be my Lord in wylle and thoght, That his servant forgettes noght, When that he seys tyme; Welle is me that I shalle dre Tylle I have sene hym with myn ee Lovyd be my Lord in heven, Therfor wille I with intent Put on me my vestment, In worship of that kyng. He shalbe welcom unto me, That Lord shalle make us alle fre, For with his blood he shalle us boroo Tunc pulsabunt. A, dere God! what may this be? Now certes, I can not understand, Be commen, that alle shalle wyse; This noyse lyghtyns fulle welle myn hart, Now welle were I an it so were, Oure bellys ryng by thare oone. Delyvered of thy son; Therfor, Mary, madyn heynd, And we shalle with us bryng Thise turtyls two to oure offryng, The law we wille fulfylle. Maria. Joseph, that wylle I fulle welle, Be fulfyllyd in me; Lord, that alle myghtes may, Gif us grace to do this day That it be pleassyng to the. Angeli cantant; Simeon..... Primus Angelus. Thou, Symeon, rightwys and trew, Thou has desyred both old and new, To have a syght of Chryst Jesu, Oft has thou prayed to have a sight Here is that chyld of mekylle myght, Now has thou that thou wold. Secundus Angelus. Thou has desyryd it most of alle* * The end of this Mystery, and the commencement of the following, are wanting, a leaf or more of the manuscript being lost. PAGINA DOCTORUM. That a madyn a barn shuld bere Shalle he be callyd, of brede and lengthe As far as any man may go. Tercius Magister. Masters, youre resons ar right good, And wonderfulle to neven, Yit fynde I more by Abacuk; Syrs, lysten a whyle unto my steven. Oure baylle, he says, shalle turn to boytt, Her afterward som day; A wande shalle spryng fro Jessy roytt, And of that wande shalle spryng a floure, And therapon shalle rest and lyght The Goost of wysdom and of wyt Shalle beyld his nest, with mekylle right, And in it brede and sytt. Primus Magister. Bot when trew ye that this prophecy Shalbe fulfyllyd in dede? That here is told so openly, As we in scrypture rede. Secundus Magister. A greatt mervelle for sothe it is, To us to here of sich mastry, A madyn to bere a chyld, iwys, Without man's seyde, that were ferly. Tercius Magister. The Holy Gost shalle in hyr lyght And kepe hir madyn hede fulle clene, Primus Magister. Of alle thise prophetes wyse of lore That knew the prophecy, more and les, Was none that told the tyme before, Secundus Magister. Wheder he be commen or not No knowlege have we in certayn, Bot he shalle com, that dowt we not, Fulle prophetys have prechyd it fulle playn. Ar holden to God, that is on hight, Jesus. Masters, luf be with you lent, Primus Magister. Son, hens away I wold you went, For othere haft in hand have we. Secundus Magister. Son, whosoever the hyder sent Thay were not wyse, thus telle I the For we have othere tallys to tent e; Then now with barnes bowrdand to be. Tercius Magister. Son thou lyst oght lere to lyf by Moyses lay, Com heder, and thou shalle here the sawes that we wylle say; For in som mynde it may the bryng To here our sawes red by rawes. Jesus. To lere of you nedys me no thyng For I knaw both youre dedys and sawes. Primus Magister. Hark, yonder barn with his bowrdyng He wenys he kens more then he knawys, Nay, certes, son, thou art oure ying By clergy yit to know oure lawes. Jesus. I wote as welle as ye how that youre lawes was wroght. Secundus Magister. Com sytt, soyn shalle we se, for certys so semys it noght. Tercius Magister. It were wonder if any wyght |