mete amis other els Ye shall be weine ther with whan ye wenden hence Eadem mensura qua mensi fueritis remetietur vobis For though ye be true of your tong Mar. iiii trulieh worch And as chast as a child that in church wepeth But if ye loue lelie and leue the pore Such good as god you sent godliche parte You haue no more merite in masse nor in houres Than Malkin of her maydeÌ„head that no man desireth â–ª For Iames the Ientle Iudged in his bokes That fayth wtout the feate is right nothing worth And as deade as dore tree but if the dedes followe Iacob ii Fides sine operibus mortna est Forthi chastitie wtout charitie worthi cheines in hell It is as lewde as a lampe that no light is in Many chaplens ar chast and charitie is awaye Ar no meÌ„ auarisiouser thaÌ„ they wheÌ„ they be auauÌ„ced Vnkind to their kinne and to al christen Chewen they re charitie and chiden after more Many curatours kepe hem cleane of her bodies They be accuÌ„bred with couetise thei caÌ„ not do it froÌ„ theÌ„ So harde hath auarice hasped them togithers And that is no truth of the trinitie but tricheri of hel And lerning to lewde men the latter for to dele Forthy these wordes be writen in the gospell Luke vi Date et dabitur vobis for I dele you all That is the locke of loue that letteth out my grace To comforten the carefull accombred with synne Loue is leche of lyfe and nexe our lord selfe And also the gate that goeth into heauen Forthy I say as I sayd er by the textes Whan all treasures be tried truth is the best So haue I told you what truth is that no tresur is better I may no luÌ„ger leng ye with now loke ye our lord Passus secundus de visione YEt I corbed on miknes tryed her of grace And seid merci madaÌ„ for maris loue of heueÌ„ That bare the blisful barne that bought vs on the Ken me bi some craft to know the fals rode Loke apon thy lefte halfe and lo where he stondeth Both false and fauel and her feeris many I loked on my left halfe as the lady me taught And was ware of a woman worthylich clothed Purfiled with pelure the finest vpon erthe Crowned with a crowne the king hath no better Fetislych her fingers were fretted with gold wier And there on redde rubies as redde as any glede And diamoÌ„ds of derest price double maner saphirs Orientales and Ewages venemis to destroye Hyr robe was full rich of red scarlet engrayned With rybandes of red gold and of rich stones Her array me rauished suche riches saw I neuer I had wonder what she was whose wife she were What is this woman ê™ I so worthyly attyred That is mede the maid quod she hath noied me ful oft And lacked my lemman that leautie is ihote And bylow her to lordes that lawes haue to kepeÌ„ In the popes palaice she is preuy as my selfe But sothenes wold not so for she is a bastarde For false was her father that hath a fickell toung And neuer soth sayd sithen he came to earth And mede is maried after him right as kinde askith Qualis pater talis filius bona arbor bonum fructum facit Mar. iiii I ought be hier then she I came of a better My father the great God is and ground of all grace One God wtout beginning I his good daughter And hath geuen me mercy to mary with my selfe And what man be mercifull and lelly me loueth Shal be my lorde and I his lyfe in the hygh heauen And what man taketh mede my head dare I lay That he shall lease for her loue a lyppe of Charitatis How coÌ„strueth Dauid the king of men the take mede And men on thys mould that mainteneth truth And howe ye should saue your selfe the psalter bereth Psa xv Do mine quis habitabit in tabernaculo tuo c. And nowe worth this Mede maried vnto a mauzed witnes To one Fals fikell tonge a fendes bezet Fauel by his faire speach hath this folk enchaunted shrewe And al is lyers ledyng that she is thus wedded The morow was made the maydens brydale And there might thou wit if thou wilt which they beÌ„ all That longen to that lordshyp the lesse and the more Know hem there if thou canst kepe thou thy tonge And lake heÌ„ not but let heÌ„ worch til leauty be iustice And haue powr to punish heÌ„ thaÌ„ put forth thi reason For I beken the Christ ê™ she his cleane mother And let no coÌ„science accoÌ„bre the for couetise of mede Thus lefte me that Ladye lyggynge a slepe And howe mede was maried in metals me thought That al the ryche reteinaunce the rayneth with the false Were bounden to the brydale on boeth two sydes Of all maner of men the meane and the ryche To mary the maide was many a man assembled As of knyghtes of clarks other coÌ„mune people As sisours and somoners shryues and their clarkes Bedelles and bayliffes and brokers of chaffer Forgoers and vitellers and aduocates of tharches I can not reken the route that can about Mede And Simony and Cinyâ—e and Sisours of couries Were most priuie with mede of any men me thought And fauel was the first that fet her out of boure And as a broker brought her to be with false enioyned Whan Simony and Ciuyl see hyr both wyl They assented for syluer to say as both wolde Than lept Lyer forth Meedes charter and sayd lo here a Charter That gile with his great othes gaue hem togyders And prayed Ciuill to see and Simony to reade it Than Simony Ciuil stonden forth both togyther And vnfold the feoffement that False hath ymade And thus begyneth these gomes to gredeÌ„ful heyght Sciant presentes et futuri Maritagium pranum cum feoffemeÌ„to in malo feodo et de peruersa tenuâ—a c. Witteth wytnesseth al that wonneth apon this earth That Mede is maried more for hir goodes Than for any vertue or fayrenes or any fre kynd Falsenes is fayne of hyr for he woteth hyr ryche And Fauell with hys ficle speach feffeth hir by this charter To be princes in prid pouerty to dispise To backebite and to bosten to beare false wytnes To scorne and to scoulde and slander to make Vnbuxome and bold to breake the ten hestes And the Erledome of Enuy and wrath togythers With the Chastilet of Cheest and chatteringe out of reason The county of couetise al the costes about That is vsury and Auarise all I hem graunt In bargaines brocages with al the borough of thefte And all the lordshyp of lechery in length in brede As in works in wordes in waytinges with eyes And in weddes wishinges wyth idle thoughtes There as wyl would the workemanshyp fayleth Glotony he gaue hem eke and great
as he made the mastrye Messus cepit esse And wept water wyth his eyen ther seighen it many Some that the syght syghen sayde that tyme That he was leche of lyfe and lorde of hyghe heuen Iewes iangled there agayne and iudged lawes And said he wrought through witchcraft with the deuils might Ioh. viii Demonium habes Then are ye cherls quod I and your children both And Satan your sauiour your selfe now ye wytnes For I haue saued your selfe saith Christ your sons after Your bodies your beastes blind meÌ„ holpen And fedde you with two fyshes and with fiue loues And left baskets ful of brokeÌ„ meat bear awai that wold And missayd the Iewes manly manaced heÌ„ to beat And knocked on hem with a cord cast downe hir stals That in churche chafferden or chauÌ„ge den any money And sayde it in syght of hem all so that all hearden I shall ouerturne thys temple and downe throwe And in three dayes after edifye it newe And make it as much or more in all maner poyntes As euer it was and as wyde therfore I hote you Of prayers and of perfitnes thys place that ye call Mat. xxi Domus mea domus orationis vocabitur Enuye and euyll wyll was in the Iewes They casteÌ„ contriueden to kil him when they might Eche day after other her tyme they awayted Tyll it befell on a Fridaye a lyttle before paske The thursedaye before there he made hys maundye Syttynge at the supper he sayde these wordes I am solde throughe one of you he shall the tyme rue That euer he his sauiour sold for syluer or els Iudas iangled theragaynst and Iesus him tolde It was him selfe sothlye and sayde Iudicis ThaÌ„ weÌ„t forth that wicked man The maner of Iudas â—â—trayng 〈◊〉 vsed with the Iewes met And told them a token howe to knowe Iesus And whyche token to thys daye to muche is vsed That is kissing fayre countenauÌ„ce and vnkynd wil And so was wyth Iudas tho that Iesus betraied Aue rav by quod that ribaude ryght to him he yede And kyst hym to be caught therby killed of the Iewes Then Iesus to Iudas and to the Iewes sayd Falsenes I fynde in thy fayre speache And gile in thy glad chere and gall in thy laughynge Thou shalte be mirroure to manye men to deceyue And thy worke wickednes shal worth vpoÌ„ thi selfe Necesse est vt veniant scaÌ„dala Mat. â—â— ve tamen homini illi per quem scandalum venit Thoughe I by treason be at your owne wyl Suffer myne apostles in peace and in paise gauge On a thursedaye in the sterns thus was he take Throughe Iudas and Iewes Iesus was his name That on the Friday folowynge for mankindes sake Iusted in Ierusalem a ioye to vs all On crosse vpon caluerye Christe toke the battel Against death the deuil destroyed both her mights Dyed and death fordyd and daye of nyght made And I awaked therwyth and wyped myne eyen And after Pierce the plowman pried and stared Eastwarde and westwarde I wayted after fast And yede forth as an Idiote in countrey to espye After Pierce the Ploweman many a place I sought And than met I wyth a man on Mydlenten sondaye As hore as an Hauthorne and Abraham he hyght I frayned him firste from whence he came And from wheÌ„ce he were whither that he thought I am Fayth quod that freke it falleth not to lye And of Abrahams house an heraude of armes I seke after a segge that I see once A full bolde bachiler I knowe hym by hys blasen What beareth that burne ê™ I tho so blishe the betide A discription of the trinitiei Thre leodes on a lyth none lenger then other Of one mikell and one myght in measure in lengthe That one doth all doth and eche doth by hys owne The first hath might maiestie maker of al thynges Pater is his propre name a person by hym selfe The seconde of that syre is sothfastnes Filius Warden of that wyt hath was euer wtout gynninge The thirde hyght the holy gost a person by him selfe The lyght of all that lyfe hath on land and on water Confortour of creatures of hym cometh all blyshe So thre belongeth for a lord that lordshyp claymeth Myght and a mene to knowe hys myght Of him of his seruaunt and what they suffer boeth So God that gynnynge had neuer but tho him good thought SeÌ„t forth his soÌ„ne as for seruauÌ„t the time To occupye hym here tyll issue were spronge That is children of charity holy kyrke the mother Patriarkes prophetes apostles were the childreÌ„ And Christ and christendome and christen holy kyrke In meanynge that man must in one God beleue And there him liked loued in .iii. persoÌ„s him shewed Wedlocke and widowhead with virginitie nempned In to kenninge of the trinitie was out of man taken Adam our olde father Eue was of him selfe And the issue that they had it was of hem both And either is others ioye in thre sondrye parsones And in heauen and in earth one singuler name And thus is maÌ„kynd or maÌ„hode of matrimony sproÌ„g And betokeneth the trinitie and true beleue Myghty is matrymonye and multyplieth the earth And betokeneth truly tell if I durste Hym that firste formed al father of heauen The sonne if I durst saye reseÌ„bleth wel the wydowe Deus meus deus meus vt quid dereliquisti me Psal xxii That is creator was creature to know what was both As wydow wtout wedlocke was neuer yet se No more might god be man but if he mother had So widowe without wedlocke may not wel stonde Ne matrimony wtout moylerie is not much to praise Maledictus homo qui non reliquit semen in Israel Thus in thre persons is parfitly manhode That is man and his make and moiler children And is not but geÌ„der of generatioÌ„ bifore Iesu Christ So is the father forth with the soÌ„ne fre wil of heÌ„ both Spiritus procedens a patre et filio Whiche is the holy goste of all and al is but one god Thus in a somer I him se as I sate in my porche I rose vp and reuerenced him right faire him grete Thre men to my sight I made well at ease Washt her fete wyped hem afterward they eaten Calues fleshe cake bread knewe what I thought Ful true tokens betwene vs beÌ„ to tell whaÌ„ me liketh Fyrst he fonded me whether I loued better Him or Isaac myne heire which he hight me to kill He wyst my wyll by hym he woll me it alowe I am full syker in soule therof and my sonne boeth Abraham is circumcised I circumcised my sonne sithen for hys sake My selfe and my meyny and all that male were Bled bloud for the lordes loue hope to blysse the tyme Mine affiauÌ„ce and my fayth is ferme in this beleue For him selfe behyght to me
fayre laye So done the syre and the soÌ„ne also Spiritus sanctus The holy gost shew to by similituds Fostren forth amonges folke loue and beleue And all kynne christen clenseth of synnes And as thou feest sometyme sodenlye a torche The blasse therof blowen out yet burneth the weke Wythout ley or lyght that the matche burneth So is the holy gost god and grace wythout mercye To all vnkynde creatures that couet to destroye Lellye loue or lyfe that our Lorde shapte And as glowing gleden gladeth not these workmen That waken and worken in wynter nyghtes As doth a kex or a caÌ„del that caught hath fyre blaseth No more doth sirene sonne ne saynt spirite togythers Graunte no grace ne forgeuenes of synnes Tyll the holye gost gynne to glowe and to blase So that the holy goste gloweth but as a glede Tyl that lellye loue lygge on hym and blowe And than flameth he as fyre on father and on Filius And melteth her might into mercye as men may se in wynter Isicles eues through heat of the sunne Melt in a minute whyle to mist and to water So grace of the holy gost the great myght of the trinitye Melteth mercy to merciable and to no other And as waxe without more and a warme glede Wyll brennen and blasen all togythers And solacen hem that may see that sytre in darcknes So the father forgeueth folke that haue mild hertes That rufullye repenten and restitution make In as muche as they maye amende and paye And if it suffice not for a seth that in such wyll dyeth Mercy for his mekenes woll make good the remnauÌ„t And as the weke and fyre wyl make a warme flame For to myrthe men wyth that in merke sytten So will Christe of his curtesy meÌ„ crye hym mercy Boeth forgeue and forgette and yet bydde for vs To the father of heauen forgyuenes to haue And new fyre at the flynte four hundred wynter But thou haue to we to take it with tinder or broches All thy labour is loste and thy longe trauell For maye no fyre flambe make fayle it hys kynde So is the holy gost god and grace wythout mercye To all vnkind creatures Christ him selfe witnesseth Amen dico vobis nescio vos Mat. xxv Be vnkind to thine eueÌ„christen al that the canst bydde Deale and do penaunce daye and nyght euer And purchase al the pardon of Pampilon and Rome Add indulgences inowe be vngrateful to thy kynne The holy gost heareth the not ne help may the by reasoÌ„ For vnkindnes quencheth him that he can not shyne Ne brenne ne blasse cleare for blowing of vnkindnes Poule the Apostle proueth i. Cor. xiii whether I lye Si linguis hominum loquar c. Forthy beware ye wyse men that with the world dele That rych ben reasoÌ„ knoweth rule wel your selues Be not vnkynde I counsell you to your euen christen For many of you rych men by my soule men telleth Ye brenne but ye blase not that is a blynde beacon Non omnis qui dicit domine domine intrabit c. Mat. vii Diues died dampned for his vnkindnes Of his meat and of his money to men that it neded Eche a ryche I rede regarde at him take And giue your good to that god that grace of ryseth For they that be vnkynde to his hope I none other But they dwell there Diues is daye without ende Thus is vnkindnes the coÌ„trary that queÌ„cheth as it were The grace of the holy gost gods owne kynde For that kind doth vnkind fordoth as done these cursed theues Vnkind christeÌ„ meÌ„ for couetise enuye Sleeth a maÌ„ for his mouables with mouth or with haÌ„ds For that the holi gost hath to kepe tho harlots destroyeth The whych is life loue the leye of mans body A good maÌ„ is like a torche or a tapoure For euery maner good maÌ„ may be likened to a torch Or els to a tapour to reuerence the trinitie And who the murdreth a good maÌ„ me thinketh by my in wyt He fordoth the leuest lighte that our lord loueth And yet in many moe maners meÌ„ offeÌ„d the holy gost And this is the worst wyse that any wyght myght Sinne against s Spirite assenten to destroyen For couetise any kynnes thyng the Christ dere bought Howe myght he aske mercy or any mercy hym helpe That wycked and wylfullye would mercy amentyce Innocence is next god night and day cryeth Vengeaunce vengeaunce forgyuen be it neuer That sheÌ„t vs shed our bloud forshapt vs as it wer Apoca. vi Vindica domine sanguinem nostrum Thus vengeaunce vengeaunce very charitie asketh And sith holy kyrke and charitie chargeth this so sore Leue I neuer that our lorde wil loue that charitye lacketh Ne haue pitye for any praier there that he pleynyth I pose I had sinned so and shoulde nowe dye And am sory that I dyd so the saynt spirite agylt Confesseme and crye his grace god that all made And mildly his mercy aske might I not be saued Yes sayd the Samaritan so well thou might repent That right witnes bi repentauÌ„ce to ruth might turne And it is but seldome sene the sothnes bereth witnes Any creature that is culpable before a kinges iustice Be rauÌ„somed before his repeÌ„taunce ther al reasoÌ„ him daÌ„neth For ther the party pursueth the plee is so hudge That the kinge may do no mercy til both men accord And eyther haue equitie as holy write telleth Nunquam dimittitur peccatum c. Thus it fareth by such folke that falsely al her liues Euil lyue and letten not tyll life hem forsake Good hope that helpe should to wanhope turneth Not of the no unpower of god that he ne is mightful To amend all that amise is and his mercy greater Than all our wycked workes as holy wryte telleth Misericordia eius super omnia opera eius And er rightousnes to ruth turn Psal â—â—â— some restitutioÌ„ behoueth His sorow is satisfactioÌ„ for him that may not pay Thre thinges there be Thre thinges dryue a man out of hys house that done a man by strength For to flye his owne house as holy wryte sheweth That one is a wycked wife that wyl not be chastised Her fere flyeth from her for feare of her tonge And if his house be vnhiled and raine on his head He seketh all aboute tyll he slepe drye And whan smolke and smoulder smight in his syght It doth him worse than his wyfe or wete to slepe For smolke and smoulder smyteth in hys eyen Tyl he be bleard or blind or hoorse in the throte Cougheth and curseth that Christ gyue hem sorow That shold bring in better wood or blow it til it bren These thre that I tell of ben thus to vnderstande The wife is our wicked flesh that wyl not be chasted For kynd cleueth on him euer to contrary the soule And thoughe it fall it fynt skiles that freilty is made
And that is lyghtly forgeuen and forgetten both To man that mercy asketh and amend thynketh The raine that raigneth there we reste shoulde By sykenes and sorowes that we suffren oft As Poule the apostle to the people taught ii Cor. xii Virtus infirmitate perficitur And though that men make muche dole in her anger And beÌ„ impacieÌ„t in her penauÌ„ce pure reasoÌ„ knoweth That they haue cause to coÌ„trary bi kind of her siknes And lyghtly our Lord at her lyues end Hath merci on such men that so euil may suffer And the smolke the smolder that smyte in our eien That is couetise vnkindnes that queÌ„cheth gods mercy For vnkindnes is the contrary of al kinnes reason For there nis sicke ne sorye ne none so much wretch That he ne may loue if him like leue of his herte Good wyl and good word boeth wishen and willen Al maner of mercy and of forgiuenes And loue hem like him selfe and his life amend I may no lenger let quod he and lyard he pricked And went away as wynd therwyth I waked Passus xviii de visione WOlward wetshode went I forth after As a rechles reuke that of no wo retcheth And yede forth like a lorel al my lyfe tyme Til I waxt wery of the world willed efte to slepe And lened me to a lenten longe tyme I slepte And of christes passioÌ„ penaunce the people of taught Rest me ther and rut fast tyll Ramis palmarum Of gerles and of Gloria laus grealye me dreamed And howe Osanna by Organye olde folke songen One seÌ„blable to the Samaritan soÌ„deale to Piers the plowman Barefote on an asse backe boteles came prickynge Without spore or speare spackly he loked As is the kind of a knyght that coÌ„meth to be dubbed To get him gilt spores and galoches couped Than was fayth in a fenester and cried O fili Dauid As doth an heraud of armes whaÌ„ aueÌ„trous coÌ„meth to iustis Old Iewes of IerusaleÌ„ for ioy they soÌ„geÌ„ Benedictus qui venit in nomine demini Mat. xxi Than I frained at fayth what all that fare bymente Who should iuste in Ierusalem Iesus he sayde And fetch that the feÌ„d claimeth Pyerce frute the plowmaÌ„ Is Piers in this place quod I he preint on me This Iesus of his gentry wil iust in Pierces armes In his helme in his herbergeon Humana natura That Christ be not knowne here for consuÌ„matus deus In Pyerce paltock the plowmaÌ„ this pryker shal ride For no dinte shal him dere as in Deitate patris Who shall iuste with Iesus ê™ I Iewes or scribes Nay quod he the fould fende false dome death Death sayth he shall for do and adowne brynge All that lyueth or loketh in londe or in water Lyfe sayth that he liueth and layeth his lyfe to wed That for all that death can do within thre dayes To walke fetch froÌ„ the fend Pierce fruit the plowmaÌ„ And laye it there him liketh and Lucifer bind And for to beat and downe bring bale death for euer O Mors ero mors tua ThaÌ„ came Pilate with mich puple Sedens pro tribunali Ozce xiii To se how douty deth shold do deme her brothers right The Iews iustices agayne Iesu they were And all the court on him cried Crucifige sharpe Tho put him forth a pylour before Pylate and said This Iesus apon Iewes temple iaped dispised To for do it on one daye and in thre dayes after Edifie it eft newe here he standes that saide it And yet make it as muche in al maner of poyntes Both as longe and as large by loft and by grounde Crucifige quod a catch pole I warrant him a witche Iohn xix Tolle Tolle quod another and toke of kent thornes And began of kene thornes a garlande to make And set it sore on his head and sayde in enuy Aue Rabbi sayd that rybaude and threw redes at him Nailed him wyth thre nailes naked on the rode And poyson on a pole they put vp to his lyppes And bydde him drynke his dethes euil his daies wer done And if that thou sotle be helpe nowe they selfe If thou be Christ kinges sonne come downe of the rode ThaÌ„ shold we leue that life the loueth wol not let the dye ConsuÌ„matuÌ„ est ê™ Christe and comseth for to swonne Pitiously and pale as a prisoner doth that dieth The Lord of life of light tho laied his eies togither The day for dread wythdrew darck became the soÌ„ne The wall wagged and clefte all the world quaued Dead men for that dine came out of depe graues And told why that tempest so longe time endured For a bitter battel the dead body said Lyfe deth in this darknes here one fordoth the other Shal no wight wit witterly who shal haue maistry EresoÌ„ day about suÌ„ne rising sanke with that tyl earth Some saide that he was gods sonne the so fayre dyed Mar. xv Vere filius dei erat iste And some said he was a witch good is that we assaie Whether he be dead or not dead down er he be taken Two theues also tholed death that tyme Besides Christ apon a crosse so was the coÌ„mon lawe A catchpole came forth and cragged both the legges And the armes after of eyther of tho theues And was no boye so bolde gods body to touch For he was knight kings soÌ„ne kinde forgaue that time That no harlot were so hardy to lay hand apon him And there came forth a knight with a kene spere grouÌ„d Hight LoÌ„gis as the letter telth He citeth a lye out of the Legendauri â–ª loÌ„g had lost his sight Before Pilate and other puple in the place he houed Maugre hys manye teath he was made that tyme To take his speare in his hande iusten wyth Iesus For al thei wer vnhardy that houed on horse or stode To touche or to tast hym or taken downe of rode But this blinde bachyler bare him through the hert The blud spraÌ„g doune by the spere vnspared his eyen Then fel the knyght vpoÌ„ his knees cried him mercy Against my wyll it was Lorde to wound you so sore He syghed and sayde fore it me for thinketh For the dede that I haue done I do me in your grace Haue on me ruth rightful Iesu right with that he wept Than gan Fayeth fellye the false Iewes despise Called hem caytifes accursed for euer For thys foule villanye vengeaunce to you all To do the blind beat him bouÌ„d it was a boyes couÌ„sel Cursed Caytifes knyghthode was it neuer To misdo a deade bodye by daye nor by nyght The gre yet hath he gottenâ— for al his greate wounde For your champion câ—â—ualer chiefe knight of you all Yelde him recreant renning ryght at Iesus wyll For be this darcknes ido hys death worth auenged And ye lurdens haue lost for life shal haue the
a bolde man of speach By gods body quod thys boke I wil bear witnes That tho this barne was borne there blased a starre That al the wisemeÌ„ of thys world in one wit accordeÌ„ That suche a barne was borne in Bethlems citye That mans soule shoulde saue and synne destroye And al the elemeÌ„tes saith the boke hereof bereth witnes That he was god the al wroght the welkeÌ„ first shewed Tho that were in heauen tooken Stella cometa And tinde den hir as a torche to reuerence hys byrth The light folowed the lorde into the lowe earth The water witnessed he was god for that he went on it Peter the apostle perceiued his gate And as he went on the water wel him knew and said Mat. xiiii Iube me venire ad te super aquas And lo how the sunne gan lacke her light in her selfe When she see him suffer that sunne and sea made The earth for heeuines that he would suffer Quaked as quycke thing and al to quassed the roch Lo hell myght not holde but opened tho God tholed And let out Simons sonnes to se him hang on rode And now shal Lucifer leue it though him loth thinke For Gygas the gyant with a gynne engined To brake and to beate downe that bene agayne Iesus And I boke wolbe brente but Iesus rise to lyue In al mightes of man and his mother glad And conforten al hys kynne out of care brynge And all the Iewes ioye vnioyne and vnloken And but if thei reuereÌ„ce his rode and his resurrectioÌ„ And bileue on a newe law be lost life and soule Suffer we sayd Truth I heare and I se both Howe a spirite speaked to hell byd vnspar the gates Attollite porta c. Ps xxiiii A voyce lowde in that light to Lucifer sayd Princes in this place vnpinneth and vnlocketh For here commeth with crowne that king is of glorye Than sighed Sathan and sayde to hem all Such a light agaynste our leaue Lazar out fette Care and combraunce is commen to vs all If this kinge come in mankind wil he fetch And lead it there him liketh and lightly me bind Patriarkes and prophetes haue parled hereof longe That suche a Lorde a light shoulde lead heÌ„ al hence Listeneth quod Lucifer for I this lorde knowe Both this Lorde this light is long ago I knew it May no death him deare ne no deuiles quentise And wher he wil is his wai warne him of the perels If he reue me of my ryght he robbeth me bi mastrye For by right and by reason the reukes that ben here Body and soule be mine both good and euill For him selfe saide Lucifer reasoneâ—â— the mateâ—â— that syre is of heauen If Adam eate the appel all shoulde dye And dwel wyth vs deuels this threatenyng he made And he that sothnes is said these wordes And sithen he seased seuen hundred wynter I leue that lawe nill not leaue him the least That is sothe quod Satan but I me sore dreade For thou gate hem with gile and his garden brake And in semblaunce of a serpent sate apoÌ„ the apple tre And eggedest hem to eate Eue by hyr name And toldst hir a tale of treason were thy wordes And so thou haddest hem oute and hider at the last It is not graithlye gayten there gyle is the rote For God wil not be begiled ê™ Gobelyn ne iaped We haue no true title to heÌ„ for bi tresoÌ„ wer thei daÌ„ned Certes I dread ê™ this deuill lest trueth wil heÌ„ fetch Out of our postye and leaden hem hence These .xxx. winter as I wene he hath gone preched I haue assayled him with sinne and sometime asked Wher he were god or gods son he gaue me short answer And thus he hath trolid forth this .xxxii. witer And when I see it was so sleapynge I went To warne Pilatus wife what done maÌ„ was Iesus For Iewes hated him and haue done him to death Pilates wyfe I wolde haue lengthed his life for I leued if he died That his soule should suffer no synne in his syght For the body while it on bones yede about was euer To saue man from synne if hym selfe woulde And now I se wher a soul cometh hitherward sailig With glory and with great light god it is I wote well I red we flee quod he faste all hence For vs were better not be than abide his syght For thy leasynges Lucifer loste is all our praye Fyrste throughe the we fell from heauen so hye For we beleued on thy lesings ilorne we haue Adam And all our Lordshyp I leue on land and on water Luke xii Nunc princeps huius mundi eiicietur foras Eft the lyght bade vnlocke and Lucifer answered What lorde art thou quod Lucifer Quis est iste Ker glorie the lyght soone sayde And lord of might and of mayne al maner vertues Dominus virtutum Dukes of this dimme place anone vndo these gates That Christ may come in the kynges sonne of heaueÌ„ And with that breath hell brake with belials barres For anye wye or warde wyde open the gates Patriarkes and prophetes Populus in tenebris Songen saynt Iohns songe Ecce agnus dei Lucifer loke ne might so lyght hym ablent And tho that our lorde loued into his light he laught And sayd to Satan lo here my soule to amendes For all sinfull soules to saue tho that ben worthy Mine they be and of me I mai the better hem claime Although reason recorde and myght of my selfe That if they ate the apple all shoulde dye I behyght them not here hell for euer For the dede that they dyd thy disceyte it made Wyth gyle thou hem gote agaynste all reason For in my palace Paradice in parson of an addre Falsely thou fettest there thynge that I loued Thus lyke a lysard wyth a Ladyes visage Thefely thou me robbeste the olde lawe graunteth That gilers be begyled and that is good reason Dentem pro dente et oculum pro oculo Deut. â— Soule for soul â–ª Ergo soule shal soule quite and synne to synne wende And all that man hath misdo I may well amend Membre for membre in the olde lawe was amends And life for life also and by that lawe I clayme it Adam and al his issue at my wyll hereafter And that death in hem fordid my death shall releue And both quickeÌ„ quite that queint was thorow sinne And that grace gile destroyeth good fayth it asketh So leue I not Lucifer againe the lawe I fetch hem But by ryght and by reason raunsome here my liges Non beni soluere legem sed adimplere Mat. â—â— Thou fettedste mine in my place against all reason Falsely and felonly good fayth me it taught To recouer hem by raunsome and by no reason els So that throughe gile thou gate throughe grace it is wonne Thou Lucifer in lykenes of a luther edder Gatiste by gyle tho that God