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
Thei comen lepand þiderwarde,
And þat hem fel swiþe harde.
Ih{es}u wolde nouȝt þ{a}t schame;
He made hem boþe blynde {and} lame. 708
Off hem alle, was þ{er} none
That myȝt a fote on erþe gone.
Here mouþes were to here nek went;
Thei þouȝt alle þat þei were schent. 712
Boþe here feet {and} here handes
Where bounde w{i}t{h} stronge bandes:
Ful sore bounden þei were,
For þei ne myȝt go ne here. 716
Than comen here frendes hem to,
And seide, “alas, whi leie ȝe so,
In ȝoure armo{ur} so fast ycliȝt,
That beþ so faire {and} so bryȝt? 720
[Sidenote: [leaf 77]]
Ȝoure speres, ȝo{ur} schildes, helpeþ ȝow nouȝt;
Telleþ vs what ȝe haue þouȝt.”
Thei answerd nouȝt þat leyen þere,
For þei ne myȝt hem noȝt here, 724
But so{m}me of hem þat myȝt speke
Seide, “alas! who schal vs wreke?”
And eu{er} þei cryede many a stounde,
“Alas, how harde we lie here ybounde!” 728
Off fyue þousand was þer none
That myȝt of þat stede gone.
Than seide some þat stode hem bi,
That hadde ysene þat ferli, 732
That ‘seynt Petir {and} his fere
Bare oure ladi on a beere,
“Thise men wolde hure haue nomen,”
And þus þei ben ou{er} comen. 736
The ladi þei wolde haue dou{n} schame;
Ther fore þei hauen godes grame.’
The folke hem bad m{er}cy to crie
To ih{es}u cryst of here folie, 740
And leue þat he is godes sone,
And siþen crysten men bi come.
[Headnote: _The Virgin Mary’s body is laid in the tomb._]
“We hope þ{a}t ih{es}u schal sone tyme
Delyuere ȝow of ȝoure pyne.” 744
[Sidenote: [leaf 77, back]]
Thei criede “m{er}cy” with good wille,
So{m}me lowde {and} so{m}me stille,
And ih{es}u, þorw his mochil myȝt,
Here feet {and} handes gan to ryȝt. 748
Thorw myracle þat þer was doun,
Bi-come cristene many on,
And leuede on cryst and criede m{er}cy,
That none oþ{er} god was so myȝty. 752
to the vale of Iosephas
to ley her{e}, ther{e} her{e} wille was,
[_No gap in MS._]
and leid the body in a ston{e},
The apostles went forþe on here way,
To Iosephat, to þat Valay.
When þe apostles comen were,
Wel softe þei setten doun þe beere. 756
With gret deuocioun, eu{er}ychone,
Thei leide þe bodi in a stone,
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