 | Joseph of Arimathie |  |
Þe kyng boskes lettres a-non to bounen his bernes,
Comaundes hem to meeten him tymely on þe morwen,
At þe Castel of Carboye þer he beden hade,
was fiftene myle fro sarras I-holden,
And oþer fiftene myle fro þenne as þei leiȝen.
Comaundes hem to meeten him tymely on þe morwen,
At þe Castel of Carboye þer he beden hade,
was fiftene myle fro sarras I-holden,
And oþer fiftene myle fro þenne as þei leiȝen.
þenne Ioseph takes him forþ and seiþ him þis wordes,
“wostou what þou do, kyng nou þat þou wendes?
Of þi comynge a-ȝein const þou not telle.
“wostou what þou do, kyng nou þat þou wendes?
Of þi comynge a-ȝein const þou not telle.
Such signe me is tauȝt þou art of cun symple;
forsoþe A mon was þi fader þat couþe schon a-mende!
forsoþe A mon was þi fader þat couþe schon a-mende!
þat tyme þat Augustes cesar was Emperour of Rome,
þou wast lenged in þe lond þat þat lord ouȝte.
Fourti knihtes douȝtres he wolde haue of fraunce,
forte souwe selk-werk and sitten in his chaumbre.
þou wast lenged in þe lond þat þat lord ouȝte.
Fourti knihtes douȝtres he wolde haue of fraunce,
forte souwe selk-werk and sitten in his chaumbre.
For þou were a feir child þou weore I-fet to serue
twei feire maydenes and wiþ þis mon lengedest.
twei feire maydenes and wiþ þis mon lengedest.
þei heolden þe of herre blod þen þou boren weore;
So þou souȝtes fro him to þe erl of Surye.
So þou and his sone vppon a day seten,
And ȝe woxen vn-sauȝt and þou slouȝ him þere.
So þou come to þe kyng þat þis kuþþe auȝte;
Seidest þou were a kniht and in his court laftest.
So þou souȝtes fro him to þe erl of Surye.
So þou and his sone vppon a day seten,
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So þou come to þe kyng þat þis kuþþe auȝte;
Seidest þou were a kniht and in his court laftest.
He was an old mon weried of werre,
And þou weore a ȝong mon in þi grete strengþe.
For þou toke his enemy and brouȝtest him to honde,
forþi he ȝaf þe þis lond after his lyue.
Hit is not allynge to carpe, sire kyng wher-of we comen.”
He takes non [hede] heere-to bote askes him of þe sweuene
þat he mette on þe niht and bad he scholde him telle.
And þou weore a ȝong mon in þi grete strengþe.
For þou toke his enemy and brouȝtest him to honde,
forþi he ȝaf þe þis lond after his lyue.
Hit is not allynge to carpe, sire kyng wher-of we comen.”
He takes non [hede] heere-to bote askes him of þe sweuene
þat he mette on þe niht and bad he scholde him telle.
“whon þat þou comest aȝeyn wite þou schalt forsoþe,
þou miht haue more redi roume my rikenyng to here!”
þou miht haue more redi roume my rikenyng to here!”
Ioseph[e] takes his scheld and schapes a-middes
A crois of red cloþ and kennes him aftur,
whon his peril weore most to crist he scholde preyen,
for þer scholde no mon verreili þat vigore bi-holden,
þat he nis saaf þat dai and his sore passed.
A crois of red cloþ and kennes him aftur,
whon his peril weore most to crist he scholde preyen,
for þer scholde no mon verreili þat vigore bi-holden,
þat he nis saaf þat dai and his sore passed.
| Joseph of Arimathie | |