 | Joseph of Arimathie |  |
Now þe kyng comes to sarras and mony on him suwen;
As sone as he com hom I hete þe forsoþe,
He askede after a-non nomeliche þeose tweyne,
Sette him on his bed and hem on ciþer syde.
“A! Ioseph,” seiþ þe kyng “soþe aren þi wordes,
þat þou toldest me furst ȝor foundeour be blesset!”
As sone as he com hom I hete þe forsoþe,
He askede after a-non nomeliche þeose tweyne,
Sette him on his bed and hem on ciþer syde.
“A! Ioseph,” seiþ þe kyng “soþe aren þi wordes,
þat þou toldest me furst ȝor foundeour be blesset!”
“Ho is þat?” seis Seraphe and [he] onswerde sone,
“he þat halp þe wiþ sound fro þe seue knihtes”—
Tolde hem vche a poynt þat þei wrouȝt haden;
Hou he wuste þerof wonder hem þouȝte.
“he þat halp þe wiþ sound fro þe seue knihtes”—
Tolde hem vche a poynt þat þei wrouȝt haden;
Hou he wuste þerof wonder hem þouȝte.
| Joseph of Arimathie | |