Early English Alliterative Poems: in the West-Midland Dialect of the Fourteenth Century
Religion
Early English Alliterative Poems: in the West-Midland Dialect of the Fourteenth Century
English poetry -- Middle English, 1100-1500
[Sidenote: The lot falls upon Jonah.]
& ay þe[8] lote, vpon laste, lymped on Ionas.
[Sidenote: Then quickly they said: “What the devil hast thou
done, doted wretch?]
Þe{n}ne ascryed þay hy{m} sckete, & asked ful loude,
“What þe deuel hatȝ þ{o}u don, doted wrech? 196
[Sidenote: What seekest thou on the sea?]
What seches þ{o}u on see, sy{n}ful schrewe,
W{i}t{h} þy lastes so luþ{er} to lose v{us} vchone?
[Sidenote: Hast thou no God to call upon?]
Hatȝ þ{o}u, gome, no gou{er}no{ur} ne god on to calle,
Þat þ{o}u þ{us} slydes on slepe when þ{o}u slayn worþes? 200
[Sidenote: Of what land art thou?]
Of what londe art þ{o}u lent, what laytes þ{o}u here
Whyder i{n} worlde þat þ{o}u wylt, & what is þyn arnde?
[Sidenote: Thou art doomed for thy ill deeds.”]
Lo þy dom is þe dyȝt, for þy dedes ille!
Do gyf glory to þy godde, er þ{o}u glyde hens.” 204
[Sidenote: Jonah says: “I am a Hebrew, a worshipper of the
world’s Creator.]
“I am an Ebru,” q{uod} he, “of Israyl borne;
Þat wyȝe I worchyp, Iwysse, þat wroȝt alle þy{n}ges,
Alle þe worlde w{i}t{h} þe welkyn, þe wynde & þe sternes,
& alle þat woneȝ þer w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne, at a worde one. 208
[Sidenote: All this mischief is caused by me, therefore cast me
overboard.”]
Alle þis meschef for me is made at þys tyme,
For I haf greued my god & gulty am fou{n}den;
[Sidenote: [Fol. 86a.]]
For-þy bereȝ me to þe borde, & baþeþes[9] me þ{er}-oute,
Er gete ȝe no happe, I hope forsoþe.” 212
He ossed hy{m}[10] by vnny{n}ges þat þay vnder-nomen,
[Sidenote: He proves to them that he was guilty.]
Þat he watȝ flawen fro þe face of frelych dryȝtyn;
[Sidenote: The mariners are exceedingly frightened.]
Þe{n}ne such a ferde on hem fel & flayed he{m} w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne,
Þat þay ruyt hy{m} to rowwe & letten þe ry{n}k one. 216
[Sidenote: They try to make way with their oars, but their
endeavours are useless.]
Haþeles hyȝed i{n} haste w{i}t{h} ores ful longe,
Sy{n} her sayl watȝ hem aslypped on sydeȝ to rowe;
Hef & hale vpon hyȝt to helpen hym seluen,
Bot al watȝ nedles note, þat nolde not bityde: 220
In bluber of þe blo flod bursten her ores,
[Sidenote: Jonah must be doomed to death.]
Þe{n}ne hade þay noȝt i{n} her honde þat hem help myȝt;
Þe{n}ne nas no cou{m}fort to keu{er}, ne cou{n}sel non oþer,
Bot ionas i{n}-to his Iuis Iugge bylyue. 224
[Sidenote: They pray to God, that they may not shed innocent
blood.]
Fyrst þay prayen to þe prynce þ{a}t p{ro}phetes seruen,
Þat he gef hem þe g{ra}ce to greuen hy{m} neu{er},
Þat þay i{n} baleleȝ blod þer blenden her handeȝ,
Þaȝ þat haþel wer his, þ{a}t þay here quelled. 228
[Sidenote: Jonah is cast overboard.]
Tyd by top & bi to þay token hy{m} sy{n}ne,
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