Ludus Coventriæ : $b A collection of mysteries, formerly represented at Coventry on the feast of Corpus Christi
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Ludus Coventriæ : $b A collection of mysteries, formerly represented at Coventry on the feast of Corpus Christi
English drama -- To 1500; English language -- Middle English, 1100-1500 -- Glossaries, vocabularies, etc.; Mysteries and miracle-plays, English
Sym Somnere, in hast wend thou thi way,—
Byd Joseph and his wyff be name
At the coorte to appere this day,
Here hem to pourge of her defame.
Sey that I here of hem grett schame,
And that doth me gret hevynes;
If thei be clene withowtyn blame,
Byd hem come hedyr and shew wyttnes.
_Den._ Alle redy, sere; I xal hem calle,
Here at ȝour courte for to appere;
And yf I may hem mete withalle,
I hope ryght sone thei xal ben here.
Awey, seres, lete me com nere,
A man of wurchep here comyth to place,
Of curtesy me semyth ȝe be to lere,
Do of ȝour hodys with an evyl grace.
Do me sum wurchep befor my face,
Or be my trowthe I xal ȝow make,
If that I rolle ȝow up in my race,
ffor fere I xal do ȝour ars qwake.
But ȝit sum mede and ȝe me take,
I wyl withdrawe my gret rough toth,
Gold or sylvyr I wyl not forsake,
But evyn as alle somnores doth.
A! Joseph, good day, with thi ffayr spowse,
My lorde the buschop hath for ȝow sent;
It is hym tolde that in thin house,
A cockoldeis bowe is eche nyght bent.
He that shett the bolt is lyke to be schent:—
ffayre mayde, that tale ȝe kan best telle;
Now be ȝoure trowthe telle ȝour entent,
Dede not the archere plese ȝow ryght welle?
_Maria._ Of God in hevyn I take wyttnes,
That synful werk was nevyr my thought;
I am a mayd ȝit of pure clennes,
Lyke as I was into this werd brought.
_Den._ Othyr wyttnes xal non be sought,
Thou art with childe, eche man may se;
I charge ȝow bothe ȝe tary nought,
But to the buschop com forth with me.
_Joseph._ To the buschop with ȝow we wende,
Of oure purgacion have we no dowth.
_Maria._ Almyghty God xal be oure frende,
Whan the trewthe is tryed owth.
_Den._ ȝa no this wyse excusyth here every scowte,
Whan here owyn synne hem doth defame;
But lowly than thei gyn to lowth,
Whan thei be gylty and fowndyn in blame.
Therfore com forthe, cokewolde be name,
The busschop xal ȝour lyff appose;
Com forth also, ȝe goodly dame,
A clene huswyff, as I suppose.
I xal ȝow tellyn, withowtyn glose,
And ȝe were myn withowtyn lak;
I wolde eche day beschrewe ȝour nose,
And ȝe dede brynge me suche a pak.
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