be So be it 〈…〉 et vs with all gladnesse soleÌ„pnyse the memory of our blessed Lady to the ende that she maye praye for vs to oure lorde Iesu Chryste ¶ 〈…〉 â—Y sauyour hath ben lyke vnto the Cynamon and baulme that smelleth mooste fragrantly I haue gyuen and odour as pleasaunt as the precyous myrre Thankes be to god ¶ 〈…〉 â—Blessed lady O synguler virgyn In parfyte mekenesse all other excedyng Delyuer vs from bondage of synne And make vs meke and chaste in lyuynge â—ake vs euer pure lyfe to sue Guyde vs saufly vpon our iourney That we beholdynge the face of Iesu May ioye with hym in heuyn alway â—lory be to god the father Glory to Chryst that made vs free Glory also to the holy comforter One god and persones thre So be it 〈…〉 od hath her chosen all other before 〈…〉 nd makes herwith him to dwel euermore 〈…〉 mother of god â—unc dimittis ¶ 〈…〉 â—Orde now lettest thou thy seruaunt depart in peace accordynge to thy promyse â—or myne eyes haue sene thy sauynge helth â—hiche thou hast prepared before the face of all people â—lyght to be shewed vnto the geÌ„tylles and to the glory of thy people Israel â—lory be to the father to the sone and to the holy ghoste â—s it was in the begynnynge as it is now and euer shall be So be it 〈…〉 mother of god we do gloryfy the for of the was Chryst borne saue all theÌ„ that gloryfye the. â—orde heare my prayer And gyue hearynge vnto my clamour ¶ 〈…〉 â—Orde we beseche the to powre out thy grace in to our hertes so that we whiche haue knowledge of the incarnacyon of Iesu Chryste thy sone by the annuncyacyon of the aungell through his holy passyoÌ„ crosse may be brought vnto the glory of the last resurreccyon By the same lorde Iesu Chryste which lyueth reygneth one god with the father the holy ghost worlde without ende So be it Let vs prayse the lorde And gyue hym thankes with one accorde ¶ 〈…〉 â—He hope of our lyfe euer to endure Of Iesu the noble and blyssed body At complyne tyme was brought to sepulture Spyced and adourned fragraunt and swetely Of scrypture complete was then the mysterye Therfore Iesu graunt to me thy woundes teÌ„dre And thy death busely styll to remembre â—Blyssed Chryste these houres canonicall To the I offre with meke deuocyon For as thou hast suffred those paynes all In thy greuous agony by lyke reason So by the remembraunce of thy passyon Make me accordynge to my busynes Partener of thy crowne and glory endles 〈…〉 Uve worshyp the Chryst with prayse and benediccyon 〈…〉 or thou redemydest the worlde froÌ„ all affliccyoÌ„ ¶ 〈…〉 â—Orde Iesu Chryste sone of the lyuynge god set thy holy passyon Crosse and death betwene thy iudgement and our soules both now and at the houre of death And moreouer vouchsaufe to graunt vnto the lyuynge mercy and grace to the deade pardon and resâ— to thy holy Churche peace and concorde to vs poore synners lyfe and ioye euerlastynge Uvhiche lyuest and reygnest with god the father the holy ghost worlde without ende So be it â—he gloryous passyon of our lorde Iesu Chryst delyuer vs from sorowfull heuynesse and bryng vs to the ioyes of paradyse So be it ¶ 〈…〉 â—T complyn tyme this mother of mercy To her sones sepulture nygh approched His death to bewayle moost lamentably She taryed there styll and not departed For her herte and mynde was euer there fyxed Tyll that by aungelles her blyssed body To her sone exalted was vnto glory â—Thou meke mother haue mercy therfore On wretches for whome thou haddest these paynes all Seyng thy sone that vyne cluster pressed sore And from the pestylence of death eternall Kepe vs by voydynge the fende infernall And ioyne vs with them whiche rewarded be Uvith eternall lyfe seynge the deitie Uve do prayse the do pray the mother of god moost mercyfull 〈…〉 hat thou enteÌ„de vs to defeÌ„de froÌ„ death that is moost sorowfull 〈…〉 â—Oly lorde iesu sone of the mooste swete virgyn Mary whiche sufferedest deathe for vs vpoÌ„ a Crosse shew vnto vs thy mercy grauÌ„t vnto vs vnto all that deuoutly haue in remeÌ„braunce the coÌ„passyon of thy moost holy mother for her sake prosperous lyfe iÌ„ this pÌ„sent worlde throughe thy grace eternall glorye iÌ„ y e world to come wherin y u doest lyue reygne one god w t the holy ghoste worlde without ende So be it â—he dolourous coÌ„passyoÌ„ of goddes moost swete mother brynge vs to the blysse of almyghty god the father So be it Prayers ¶ 〈…〉 〈…〉 alue regina mater misericordie O mercyfull O holy O swete virgyn Mary â—irgyn mother of the congregacyon Gate of glory that neuer is done Be for vs a reconciliacion Unto the father and the sone â—irgyn mercyfull virgyn holy O swete virgyn blyssed Mary Heare theyr prayers gracyously Uvhiche crye and call vnto the. â—ray for vs vnto thy sone Uvounded and crucifyed for vs all And sore tourmented with flagellation Crowned with thorne and fedde with gall â—gloryous mother of god on hye Uvhose sone is the father eternall Pray for vs all incessauntly That worshyp thy blessed memoryall â—rom the wretched theyr faultes expell Uvype the spottes of synnes vncleane Gyue vs the lyfe that moost doth eycell Throughe thy prayer and specyall meane â—hat he vs loose of all our synne For the loue of his mother the virgyn And vnto the kyndome of heuyn bâ—ys Brynge vs that kynge that moost holy is O mercyfull O holy O swete virgyn Maryc 〈…〉 Hayle Marye full of grace the lorde is with the. 〈…〉 Blyssed be thou amoÌ„g all women and blessed be the fruyte of thy woÌ„be ¶ 〈…〉 â—Lmyghtye eternall god whiche by the operacyon of the holy ghost dyddest woÌ„derfully prepare the body and soule of the gloryous virgyn and mother Marye to th ende it shulde be the worthy habytacyon of thy onely begotten sone graunt that we maye be saued from all instaunte euylles eternall death throughe the deuoute intercessyon of her in whose commemoracyon we take ioye and conforte By Chryste our lorde So be it ¶ 〈…〉 〈…〉 aude virgo mater Christi â—hiche haste conceyued by hearynge with eare Of gabryels salutacyon â—eioyce bycause to god y u arte lefe And barest hym without payne oâ— grefe In chaste conuersacyon â—eioyce bycause thy moost deare sone Uvhome thou dydest se throughe the herâ—e ron Rose with manyfestacyon â—eioyce bycause he ascended playne Before thy face in to heuyn agayne By his propre exitacyon â—eioyce bycause thou folowest hym And great honour to the is gyuen In the heuynly habytacyon â—here the fruyte of thy wombe euerlastynge Uve may beholde through thy deseruynge In ioye without mutacyon 〈…〉 Of thy sone arte thou blyssed o gloryous lady 〈…〉 For the fruyte of lyfe we receyued by the. ¶ 〈…〉 â—God whiche with double ioye hast fulfylled the most blessed virgyn Mary as wel iÌ„ the
Hierusalem in tyme of Easter iÌ„ the florysshynge youth of thy body without trespasse receyueddest thou thy iudgemeÌ„t of death vpon the Crosse where also thou wast dispoyled of thyn owne clothes scorned blyndefelde buffeted bounden to a pyller and scourged with thornes crowned with a reede sinyte on the heade and with innumerable paynes thy bodye was all to brused and torne For mynde of this blessed passyon I beseche the benygne Iesu graunte me afore my death very contrycyoÌ„ true confessyon and worthy satisfaccyoÌ„ And of all my synnes remyssyon So be it Our father whiche arte in heuyn halowed Hayle Mary full of grace our lorde is with ¶ â—Blessed Iesu maker of all the worlde that of a man may not be measured whiche closest in thy haÌ„de all the earth Haue mynde of thy bytter sorowe Fyrste when the Iewes fastened thy blyssed handes to the crosse with bloute nayles Also to encrease more thy payn they added sorowe vpon sorowe to thy bytter woundes wheÌ„ they persed thy tender feete because thou woldeste not accorde to theyr wyll And so cruelly they drew thy blyssed bodye iÌ„ length and breadeth to the measure of the crosse that all the ioyntes of thy lymmes were both losed and broken for mynde of thy moost blyssed passyon I beseche the benygne Iesu gyue me grace to kepe with me bothe thy loue and thy drede So be it Our father whiche arte in 〈…〉 Hayle Mary ful of grace our lorde be with ¶ 〈…〉 â—Iesu heuynly leache haue mynde of thy laÌ„gour and blewnes of thy woundes and sorowe that thou suffered iÌ„ the heyght of thy crosse when thou wast lyft vp froÌ„ the earthe that thou waste all to torne iÌ„ all thy lymmes therof there was no lymme abydyng iÌ„ his ryght ioint so that no sorowe was lyke to thyne bycause that from the sooles of the feet the toppe of thy heade was no hole place and yet forgettyng iÌ„ maner al those greuous paynes thou prayed deuoutly that charytably to thy father for thy enemyes sayeÌ„ge Father forgyue it them for they wote not what they do For this charytable mercy that thou shewedest to thyn enemys for mynde of those bytter paynes graunt me that thâ— mynde of thy bytter passyon be to me plenar remyssyoÌ„ and forgyuenes of al my synnes So be it Our father Hayle Mary ful of grace our lorde is with ¶ â—Iesu very fredom of angels the paradyse of all ghostly pleasures Haue mynde of the dred and hydâ—ous fearfulnes that thou suffered when al thyne enemyes lyke vnto moost wode lyons compassed about smytynge the and spyttyng on the scratchyng the with many other greuous paynes turmentynge the. For mynde of all these despyteful wordes cruel beatynges sharpe turmentes I besech the blyssed Iesu delyuer me froÌ„ all myne enemyes bodily ghostely gyue me grace to haue the defence proâ—eâ—â—yon of health euerlastynge agaynst theÌ„ vnder y â— shadowe of thy wynges So be it Our fa. Hayle ma. ¶ â—Iesu myrrour of the diuine clerenesse haue mynde of that dreade heuynesse whiche thou hadst when thou hangedst naked and myserable on the crosse and all thy frendes and acquayntaunce stode agaynst them and fouÌ„dest coÌ„fort of none but onely thy most louyng mother faythfully standynge by the with great bytternes of herte whome thou dydest betake to thy welbeloued discyple sayeng Lo woman thy sone And lyke wyse to the discyple Lo thy mother I beseche the blyssed Iesu by the swerde of sorowe that then persed her hert to haue compassyon on me in all my troubles and afflyccyons bodily and ghostly and gyue me conforte in all tyme of trybulacyon So be it Our father which arte in Hayle Mary full of grace our lorde is with ¶ â—Iesu kynge moost worthy to be loued and frende moost to be desyred Haue mynde of the sorowe that thou haddest when thou be heldest iÌ„ the myrrour of thy moost cleare maieste the â—destynacyon of all thy chosen soules that shuld be saued by the meryte of thy passyon For mynde of the depnes of thy great mercy whiche thou haddest vpon vs lost and desperate synners and namely for the great mercy whiche thou shewedest to the thefe that hynge on thy ryght syde sayenge thus This daye thou shalte be with me in paradyse I pray the benygne Iesu to shewe thy mercye on me in the houre of my death So be it Our father Hayle Mary ¶ 〈…〉 â—Iesu wel of endles pity that sayde on the crosse of thy passyoÌ„ by inward affeccyon of loue I thyrste that is to saye the health of maÌ„s soule For mynde of this blyssed desyre I besech the benygne Iesu kyndle our desyre to euery good and parâ—yte worke the thryste of concupyscence and burnynge of all wordelye loue in vs vtterly koole and extynguysshe So be it Our father whiche arte iÌ„ heuyn c. Hayle Mary ful of grace our lorde be with et cetera ¶ â— Iesu swetnes of hertes and ghostly pleasure of soules I beseche the for the bytternes of aysel and galle that thou tasted suffered for vs at the houre of thy death grauÌ„t that we may worthely receyue thy moost blessed body bloude for the remedy of our synnes and conforte of our soules So be it Our father whiche arte iÌ„ heuyn halowed c. Hayle Mary ful of grace our lorde is with c. ¶ â— Iesu royal strength and ghostly ioye haue mynde of the anguysshes great sorowes that thou suffered when thou cryed to thy father with a myghtye voyce what for the bytternes of thy death and also for the scornyng of the iewes sayeng thus O my god why hast thou forsaken me By this paynfull anguyshe forsake vs not in the anguysshes of our death our blyssed god So be it Our father Hayle Mary ¶ â— Iesu begynnyng and ende way lyfe vertue iÌ„ euery meane haue mynde that fro the top of the heade vnto the sooles of thy fete thou suffred for vs to be drowned in the water of thy paynefull passyon For mynde of this great payne and namely for the depenesse and wyndenes of thy woundes I beseche the blessed Iesu teache methe large precept and commaundement of loue which am drowned all iÌ„ foule syn So be it Our father whiche Hayle Mary full of grace our lorde is with ¶ â— Iesu depnes of endelesse mercy I beseche the for the depnes of thy wouÌ„des that weÌ„re throughe thy tendre flesshe and thy bowelles the marye of thy bones that thou vouchsaufe to drawe me out beyng drowned in the depnesse of synne and hyde me euer after in the holes of thy woundes from the face of thy wrathe vnto the tyme lorde that thy dredfull fury be passed So be it Our father which c. Hayle Mary full of grace our lorde is with cetera ¶ â— Iesu myrrour of trueth token of vnyte and sure bonde of charyte Haue mynde of thyne inumerable paynes and wouÌ„des with the whiche froÌ„ the toppe of thy heade
and earth and see and all that be in theÌ„â—hich kepeth trueth euermore doth iudgemeÌ„t to them that suffre wronge and gyueth meate to the hungry â—he lorde loseth the fettered the lorde gyueth syght to the blynde â—he lorde lyfteth vp theÌ„ that be fallen the lorde loueth the ryghteous â—he lorde preserueth strauÌ„gers he shall defeÌ„de the fatherles and the wydowe and shal destroy the wayes of synners â—he lorde shall reygne euermore thy god o syoÌ„ from one generacyon to another â—orde gyue theÌ„ eternall rest and let contynuall lyght shyne vnto theÌ„ 〈…〉 From the gates of hell 〈…〉 Lorde delyuer theyr soules 〈…〉 I truste to se the goodes of the lorde 〈…〉 In the lande of lyfe 〈…〉 Lorde god heare my prayer 〈…〉 And gyue hearynge to my clamour 〈…〉 â—Od to whome it is appropried to be mercyfull euer to spare be mercyfull to the soules of thy seruauntes of eche kynde and forgyue them al theyr synnes that they beyng loosed froÌ„ the bondes of death may deserue to ascende vnto lyfe By Chryste our lorde â—God the lorde of pardon graunt vnto the soule of N. thy seruaunte the yeares mynde of whose death we haue in remembraunce a place of rest the blysfull quiete and clerenesse of thy lyght By Chryste our lorde â—God whiche haste caused thy seruauÌ„tes in pontificall dignite to be accompted amoÌ„ge the preestes apostolyke graunt we beseche the that they maye enioye in heuyn the coÌ„tynuall coÌ„pany of them whose offyce they dyd beare somtyme heare in earth By Chryste our lorde â—God the graunter of pardon and the louer of mannes saluacyon we beseche thy mercy that thou wylte suffre the congregacyons of our brothers and systers beynge departed out of this worlde through the intercession of blessed Mary the virgyn and saynt Myghell the archaÌ„ gell all holy sayntes to come to the congregacyoÌ„ of euerlastynge felicite By Chryste our lorde â—God that arte creatour and redemer of all faythful people graunt vnto the soules of al true beleuers beynge deade remyssyon of al theyr synnes that through deuout prayers they maye attayne thy gracyous pardon whiche they haue alway desyred which shalte come to iudge the quycke and the deade and the worlde by fyre So be it God haue mercy on all chrysten soules So be it ¶ 〈…〉 〈…〉 â—yrect good lorde â—erba mea auribus 〈…〉 LOrde perceyue my wordes with thyne eares vnderstande my clamour Make hede to the voyce of my prayer my kynge and my god For vnto the wyl I praye o lorde early shalt y u heare my voyce â—arly shall I stande by the I shall se for thou arte a god not fauourynge iniquite Nor y e malygne shal not dwel nere the neyther shal the vnryghteous abyde before thy iyes Thou haste hated all that do iÌ„iquite thou shalte destroy all that speake falshode A man that is bloudy deceytful the lorde doth abhorre but I through the plenteousnes of thy mercy Shall entre in to my house I shall praye at thy holy temple in thy feare â—eade me lorde in thy ryghteousnes bycause of myne enemyes directe my way in thy syght â—or in the mouth of them there is no trueth the herte of them is full of vanyte â—he throte of them is an open graue deceytfully haue they done with theyr tonges iudge theÌ„ o god â—et them fall froÌ„ theyr cogytacyons accordyng to the greatnes of theyr wyckednes expel them for they haue sturred the to angre lorde â—nd let all reioyse that trust in the they shall euermore be gladde thou shalte dwelle amoÌ„ge them â—nd they shall glory in the all that loue thy name for thou wylte blesse the ryghteous â—orde thou hast couered vs as it were with a shylde of thy good wyll â—orde gyue them eternall reste let coÌ„tynuall lyght shyne vnto them 〈…〉 Dyrecte good lorde my way iÌ„ thy syght 〈…〉 ourne the lorde â—omine ne in furore tuo 〈…〉 â—Orde rebuke me not in thy fury neyther chasten thou me in thyne angre â—aue mercy on me lorde for I am sycke healem lord for my bones are broused â—nd my soule is very sore troubled but how loÌ„ge lorde â—urne the lorde and delyuer my soule saue me for thy mercye â—or there is none in death that hath mynde of the and in hell who wyll acknowledge the. â—haue laboured iÌ„ my sorow I shal euery nyght wasshe my bedde with teares shall I weate the place where I lye â—yne eye is troubled with woodnes I haue waxen olde amonge al myne enemyes â—uoyde fro me al ye that worke wyckednes for the lorde hath herd the noyse or my wepynge â—he lorde hath herde my prayer the lorde hath receyued my peticyon â—et all myne enemyes be greatly ashamed and confounded let them be ashamed and confounded very quyckely â—orde gyue them eternall reste let contynuall lyght shyne vnto theÌ„ 〈…〉 Turne the lorde delyuer my soule for he is not iÌ„ death that hath mynde of the 〈…〉 est any tyme. â—nÌ„e deê° meus in te speraui 〈…〉 O Lorde my god in the haue I trusted saue me froÌ„ al that persecute me and delyuer me â—est any tyme they deuour my soule as a lyon whylst there is none y t may redeme nor saue me â—lorde god yf I haue done this thynge yf wyckednes be in myne handes â—f I haue req ited euyl to theÌ„ that dyd for me let me then worthely falle into myne enemyes haÌ„des â—et an enemye persecute my soule lette hiÌ„ take it and treade downe my lyfe in earth and brynge my glory in to duste â—ryse lorde in thy wrathe and be exalted in the countrees of myne enemyes â—nd aryse my lorde god in the precepte that thou hast commaunded and the congregacion of people shall compasse the. â—nd for the same go vp agayne on hyghe the lorde iudgeth nacyons â—udge me lorde accordynge to my iustyce and procede vpon me accordyng to myn innocency â—et the wyckednes of synners be coÌ„sumed and thou shalte ordre the iuste o god that enserchest herte and reynes â—y iust helpe is from god which preserueth the ryghteous in herte â—he lorde is a iust iudge stronge and pacyeÌ„t is he angry al tymes â—xcepte ye be tourned he hath shakeÌ„ his sworde he hathe beÌ„ded his bowe and hathe made it redy â—nd hath prepared in it vesselles of death he hath made his arowes hotte â—o he bredeth iniustyce he hathe conceyued sorowe and hath brought forth vngodlynes â—e hathe opened a lake and dygged it out and hath fallen in to the pyt that hym selfe made â—et his sorowe be tourned vpon his owne head let his wykednesse falle vpoÌ„ his owne crowne â— shall make knowledge to the lorde accordyng to his iustyce and shall syng to the name of the lorde moost hyest â—orde gyue theÌ„ eternall rest and let contynuall lyght shyne vnto them 〈…〉 â—este any tyme he may rauysshe my soule as a lyon when there is none that wyll redeme it or saue it 〈…〉 From the gates of hel The answere Lorde