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
he kneled adoun{e} {and} seid, “lady,
now on me thu haue mercy. 620
lady, quene of heuene bright,
for thi mochel holy myght,
send me a token this ilke day,
soche thyng þ{a}t y bryng may 624
to my felawes, ther y ham fynde,
that y was toward þ{i} berynge:
thei wol not leue þ{a}t y was there;
now g{ra}unte me, lady, my p{ra}yere.” 628
He knelede do{u}n {and} seide, “ladi,
Off me, I p{ra}ie ȝow, haue m{er}cy. 784
Ladi, quene of heuene lyȝt,
For þine swete mychel myȝt,
Sende me token þis ilke day,
What þing þat I say may 788
To myn felawis, þ{er} I hem fynde,
That I was toward þi buriynge.
Thei wil nouȝt leue þat I were;
Now g{ra}unt me, ladi, my p{ra}iere.” 792
[Sidenote: no{t}a de zona s{an}c{t}e Marie]
a-boute her{e} gurdel a mydełł sought,
that she hir{e} self had y-wroght,
of siluer {and} gold wonde in palle;
a-doun{e} to hym she lete it falle. 632
he toke that gurdełł in his hond,
and thanked her{e} of her{e} sond.
[Sidenote: [leaf 78, back]]
A-bowte hure myddel a seynt sche souȝt,
That sche hure self hadde wrouȝt,
Off silk {and} gold wounden in pal;
Doun to thomas sche lete it fal. 796
He toke þ{er} þe gurdel in his honde,
And þanked hure of hure sonde.
fourth he went of that stede;
toward the toun{e} he hym yede. 636
his felaus then he dud seche
yf he myght hem ou{er} mete.
atte temple of dominus
he them founde alle in ane ho{us}. 640
ther ful feire he them grette;
and ayenward thei hym chidde.
Forþe he went of þat stede;
Toward þe toune he him dede, 800
His felawis for to seke on his fete,
Ȝif he hem ouȝt myȝt mete.
Atte þe temple dominus
He fonde hem alle in an hous. 804
When he hem sawe, he gret hem,
And þei answerde alle hym,
And seiden, “thom{a}s of ynde,
Eu{er} art þou bi-hynde. 808
[Headnote: _The apostles find the tomb empty._]
“wher{e} has thu so long y-ben{e}?
we haue beried o{ur} heuene quen{e}. 644
“thu lakkest eu{er} at euery nede;
thu helpest neu{er} at gode dede.”
“sore me thenketh þ{a}t y nas here;
[Sidenote: [leaf 85]]
but y ne myght come no nere. 648
I-blessid be the quene of blys,
in the place ther{e} she ys,
for wełł y wote in my thought,
there ye her{e} layde is she nought.” 652
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