King Horn, Floriz and Blauncheflur, The Assumption of Our Lady
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King Horn, Floriz and Blauncheflur, The Assumption of Our Lady
English poetry -- Middle English, 1100-1500; Mary, Blessed Virgin, Saint -- Legends; Romances, English
¶ Þo he hadde ydon, to heuene he steȝ;
Marie abod {and} was wel sleȝ, 144
{And} na{m} þ{a}t palm þ{a}t hire was broȝt,
{And} of þ{a}t bode heo hadde gret þoȝt,
In to hire Chau{m}bre stille he nam;
{And} so sone so heo þar cam, 148
He dude of al hire hat{er}e,
{And} wessch hire body wyþ clene wat{er}e,
Þo heo hauede so idon,
Al y newe schrud heo dude hire on. 152
When he had iseide, to heuene he steie;
And marie þ{er} bi-left he. 152
[_No gap in MS._]
Vn-til hure chambre sone sche nam;
And also sone as sche þider cam,
Sche dide of hure cloþes alle,
And wasche hure w{i}t{h} wat{er} of wille. 156
So sone as sche hadde dou{n},
Newe cloþes sche dide hure apou{n}.
Þo heo was schurd {and} faire iclad,
To ih{es}u c{ri}st abone heo bad,
{And} sede, “sone, ihc þonky þe
Þ{a}t þu hauest iþoȝt of me. 156
Sone, þu ert of heuene kyng,
Ihc bidde þe þi blessing;
Sone, for þin holy name,
Schild me fram pine {and} fram schame, 160
Þ{a}t þe deuel ne habbe no myȝt;
When sche was faire schred {and} clad,
To ih{es}u cryst aboue sche bad, 160
And seide, “sone, I þanke þee,
That þou hast yþouȝt on me,
My sone, þat is heuene kynge,
I p{ra}ie þee of þi blessing. 164
Sone, for þyn hye name,
Schelde my bodi fro payne {and} schame,
That þe deuel haue no myȝt;
To derie me hit were vnriȝt.
Sone, help me nu ihc haue ned,
Þat ine haue of þe feond no dred, 164
For wiþ þe giles þ{a}t he can,
He bit{ra}ieþ many man.
To reyue þee hit were no ryȝt. 168
[Sidenote: [leaf 65, back]]
Kepe me, sone; now is nede
That I ne haue of þe deuel no drede.
For with þe wiles þat he can,
He bigileþ many a man. 172
[Headnote: _She announces her departure to her friends._]
“Leue sone, ne ȝef him noȝt,
Þ{a}t þu hauest so dere iboȝt. 168
Sune, þu art ful of pite;
For senful manne bid ihc þe,
Þ{a}t þu for þin holy g{ra}ce,
ȝef he{m} boþe wille {and} space, 172
“Leue sone, ȝeue hym nouȝt
Man kynde þat þou hast bouȝt.
Mi sone, þat art ful of pite,
For man kynne I p{ra}ie þee, 176
That þou, for þi holi g{ra}ce,
Ȝeue hem boþe myȝt {and} space,
Hem to am{en}dy er hy beo ded,
Þ{a}t þe deuel he{m} do no qued.
Þenk, sone, þ{a}t þu hast hem wroȝt,
{And} þ{a}t þu hauest hem dere iboȝt. 176
For he{m} þu þoledest pine {and} wo;
Wite he{m} wel f{ra}m here fo.”
Hem to amende or þei ben dede,
That þei haue of þe deuel no drede. 180
Thynke, leue sone, þ{o}u hast he{m} wrouȝt,
And dere þat þou hast hem bouȝt.”
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