Now gramercy, Lord! And to fulfylle Thin holy wylle, As it is skylle, We alle accorde! XL. THE DESCENT OF THE HOLY GHOST. _Modo de die Pentecost. Apostoli dicant genuflect. Spiritus Sanctus decendat super eos, etc._ Petrus, Andreas, Jacobus major. Honowre, wurchipp, and reverens. Johannes, Philippus, Jacobus minor. Glorye, grace, and goodnes. Thomas, Bartholomeus, Symon. Dygnité, vertu, and excellence. Matheus, Judas, Matheas. Bewté, blyssynge, and bryghtnes. _Petrus._ Be to that lord heye wurthynes! _Andreas._ Whiche hath performyd that he us hyght. _Jacobus major._ And us enbawmyd with suche swetnes. _Johannes._ Whiche to dyscrye ffer passyth oure myght. _Philippus._ This we alle wel kenne. _Jacobus minor._ Now gracious Lord Jhesu, _Thomas._ Conferme us in thi vertu! _Bartholomeus._ And graunt us grace evyr it to sew! _Symon._ Sey we alle togedyr, Amen! Amen! _Et omnes osculant terram._ _Primus Judæus._ Now ffelawys, take hede, ffor be my trewthe, ȝondyr syttyth a dronkyn ffelacheppe. _Secundus Judæus._ To don hem good it were grett ruthe. _Tertius Judæus._ ȝa, I prey God ȝeve hem alle shenscheppe. _Primus Judæus._ Muste in here brayn so sclyly dothe creppe, That thei cheteryn and chateryn as they jays were. _Secundus Judæus._ ȝa, were they ony wel browth asclepe, It wore almes to the revere hem to bere, There hem to baptyze. _Primus Judæus._ That were, as thynkyth me, A jentyl sporte to se, A bettyr game to be Cowde no man devyse. _Petrus._ Serys, alas! what do ȝe mene? Why scorne ȝe now thus Goddys grace? It is nothynge as ȝe do wene, Ther is no drunke man in this place; Wherefore ryght grett is ȝowre trespace: But, syres, lyst what it doth sygnifye; ffulfyllyd is now to mannys solace, Of Johel the pregnaunt prophecye, In whiche that he, That ȝe han seyn, In wourdys pleyn, Declareth serteyn: Now blyssyd God be! Amen. XLI. THE ASSUMPTION OF THE VIRGIN. _Ad mea facta pater assit Deus et sua mater!_ _Doctor._ Ryhte worchepful sovereynes, liketh yow to here Of the assumpcion of the gloryous moder Mary? That seynt Jhon the evangelist wrot and tauht, as I lere, In a book clepid Apocriphun, wythowtyn dyswary. At fourten yer sche conseyved Cryste in hire matere clere, And in the fiftene yer sche chyldyd, this avowe dare I; Here lyvyng wyth that swete sone thre and thretty yere, And after his deth in erthe xij. yer dede sche tary. Now acounte me thise yeris wysely, And I sey the age was of this maide Marye, When sche assumpte above the Ierarchye, Thre score yer, as Scripture dothe specyfye, Legenda Sanctorum autorysyth this trewely.