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“Merci, ladi,” seide Bernard,
“Swete Moder, God ȝelde hit þe!
On Serterday, I haue herd,
How he was went a-wei from þe,
And on þe ffriday how he ferd,
Þer he hongede on þe tre.
Al-how þe Iewes him bi-cherd,
Loueli ladi, lere þow me!
“Swete Moder, God ȝelde hit þe!
On Serterday, I haue herd,
How he was went a-wei from þe,
And on þe ffriday how he ferd,
Þer he hongede on þe tre.
Al-how þe Iewes him bi-cherd,
Loueli ladi, lere þow me!
“And how he was after taken adoun,
Tel me, Moder Marie Mylde,
Of þe Crois aftur þe passioun,
How þou weope for þi chylde
And geete him wiþ þis (!) orisoun
Of Pilate and of þe Iewes wylde!
Þe holy lore of þis passioun
ffrom þe fend hit may vs schilde.
Tel me, Moder Marie Mylde,
Of þe Crois aftur þe passioun,
How þou weope for þi chylde
And geete him wiþ þis (!) orisoun
Of Pilate and of þe Iewes wylde!
Þe holy lore of þis passioun
ffrom þe fend hit may vs schilde.
“Tel me, ladi briht and schene,
Wȝuche were þi frendes euerichon
Þat wolde at his buriing bene,
And how þou were saued from þi fon
In þe Temple, wiþ-outen wene;
Þe serwe of þe and of seint Ion
Tel me, ladi, al be-dene,
Of þi sone bodi and bon!”
Wȝuche were þi frendes euerichon
Þat wolde at his buriing bene,
And how þou were saued from þi fon
In þe Temple, wiþ-outen wene;
Þe serwe of þe and of seint Ion
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Of þi sone bodi and bon!”
| [Poems from the Vernon MS] | ||