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
“Bi fore alle oþ{er} I hure ches,
And I was born of hure flesches. 436
Thritti wynt{er} {and} so{m}me del more,
Men to wissen, I was þore.
Men dide me moche euelte;
Myn owyn þat ouȝt for to be, 440
Thei token me {and} bette me sore,
And atte þe last þei dide wel more,
With oute gult þei me swongen,
And to a piler þei me bounden. 444
Nailes þei smyten in my fette;
Off blode myne handes weren rede.
Myn hert þei stongen w{i}t{h} a spere;
That sawe alle þat weren þere. 448
Ther I hange nailed on þe tree,
My modre was wel wo for me,
And also was hure cosin Ion.
I callid hure to me soone anon, 452
And seide, ‘Io{ha}n, for my loue,
Kepe wel þis wyf; I am hure sone.’
Boþe þei wenten þo fro me;
Al one I hanged on þe tree, 456
[Sidenote: [leaf 71, back]]
Mi soule fram my bodi I nam,
In to þe pyne of helle sone I came.
Alle my frendes þat I þer fonde,
I toke hem oute w{i}t{h} my ryȝt honde, 460
Adam {and} Eue {and} many mo,
I dide hem oute of helle go.
When I hadde harwed helle,
And don as I ȝow telle, 464
And fet adam fro þe quede,
The þridde dai I ros fro dede.
Fram erþe to heuene I cam;
God {and} man, bothe I am, 468
In heuene {and} in erþe is my myȝt;
“Now I wol forþe in ryȝt,
That my modre be me bi;
This tyme I wol for þi, 472
Comeþ with me with mury songe,
And do we hure come vs amonge.”
[Headnote: _Conversation between Jesus and Mary._]
[Sidenote: Ih{es}us]
Tho cam Iesus from heuene,
w{i}t{h} angelis {and} archangelis seuene,
yn to hir{e} bour{e} w{i}t{h} mery song;
moche merthe was them among. 368
no wond{er} thogh ther be blisse
in eche place ther Ih{esus} ys.
Than cam ih{es}u w{i}t{h} his mayne,
Aungeles, archaungeles, moche plente, 476
In to þe chambre þ{er} sche was Inne,
with ful many of hure kynne.
That chambere was ful of moche blis,
As eu{er} is þer ih{es}u is. 480
none of them that wer{e} there
a soche blisse saw they ner{e}. 372
amonge al blisses of the trone
Mary knew her{e} leue sone.
[Sidenote: Maria]
when she hym saw, she was ful glad,
he herd the bone that she bad. 376
[Sidenote: [leaf 72]]
Tho seide alle þat were þere,
Suche a blis sawe þei neu{er} ere.
Amonge þat Ioie {and} þat glewe,
Oure ladi, hure sone knewe. 484
When sche hi{m} sawe, sche was glad;
Listeneþ þe bede þat sche bad:
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