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
fro my sone a messynger;
he wołł no leng{er} that y be here.
but y wote that rueth me,
that y shałł dep{ar}te fro the; 244
for thi loue and thi s{er}uice
that thu me dost in al wise.
thu hast made me ofte glad;
thu has don{e} as my sone bad. 248
my sone shal it yelde to the;
y wol hym p{ra}y when y hym se.”
Fro my sone a massagere;
He wol no lengere þat I be here, 248
Wite þou wel hit rewiþ me
That I schal, Ioh{a}n, p{ar}te fram þee.
For þi loue {and} þi seruyce
That þou hast dou{n} on eche wise, 252
Thou hast me boþe fed {and} clad,
And doun also my sone þee bad.
My sone schal it wel ȝelde þee;
I schal him telle when I him se.” 256
[Sidenote: Ioh{ann}es]
Tho answerd to her{e} seynt Ioh{a}n,
and was a fułł sory man~, 252
“A, lady Marie, what shal y be
when y shałł the no leng{er} se?
my ioye thu art eu{er}y dełł;
no leng{er} in erthe worth y wełł, 256
now we shul dep{ar}te a two.”
Than answerde seynt Iohan,
That was a ful sori man,
And seide, “ladi, how mai þis be
That I schal þee no more se? 260
Mi ioie, my blis, is do{u}n eche del;
Ne schal me neu{er} worþen wel,
Sithen we ben p{ar}ted atwo.”
[Sidenote: Maria]
Then seid Marie, “whi seist þ{o}u so?
for sothe, thogh y go be-fore,
yet shal thu not be for-lore. 260
y shall p{ra}y my lef sone,
that thu may vnto vs come.
And o thyng, Ioh{an}, y bidde the,
[Sidenote: [leaf 79]]
for the loue thu hast to me, 264
Þo seide our ladi, “why saistou so? 264
[Sidenote: [leaf 67, back]]
Wite þou wel, I go be-forn;
Thi seruyse schal noȝt be forlorn;
I schal to my sone seie of þee
That þou with hym {and} me schal be. 268
But herestou now, my frende Io{ha}n,
When þou sest þat I am gon,
[Sidenote: no{t}a hic v{er}b{is} Marie]
loke anon{e} when y am nome,
that the fals Iewys ne come
my body for to don{e} shame,
for thei haten moche my name. 268
thei wole feyn shame me,
that honged my sone on þ{e} rode tre.
y wote wełł thei loue me noght;
ther-for thei ben{e} mysthought. 272
Kepe my bodi þat I ne be binomen,
When þe fellon Iewes comen, 272
Mi bodi forto doun no schame,
For þei hate no þing~ more þan my name.
Mi sone þei hongen on a tre;
Wel I wote so wolde þei me. 276
I wote wel þei louen me nouȝt;
But þ{er} of be þi most þouȝt.
when y am be-nome fro the,
to my body they do no foly.
Ih{es}u Crist our{e} aller{e} dright,
gef ham neu{er} that ilke myght.” 276
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