The poems of John Audelay Edited with introduction, notes and glossary [by Ella Keats Whiting] |
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 | The poems of John Audelay |  |
13
De passione Domini nostri Ihesu Christi et de horis canonicis.
Pope Ion þe xij at Auyon was;
Þer, in þe worchip of Cristis passion,
He made þis gospel be Godis grace,
And ȝaf þer-to a gret pardoun,
ccc. days of remyssion,
Þe þred day before or he schuld dye,
To al þat sayd or herd hit with dewocion,
And on Cristis passion had pete.
Þer, in þe worchip of Cristis passion,
He made þis gospel be Godis grace,
And ȝaf þer-to a gret pardoun,
ccc. days of remyssion,
Þe þred day before or he schuld dye,
To al þat sayd or herd hit with dewocion,
And on Cristis passion had pete.
Passio Christe conforta me,
Out of þis word when I schal wynd.
A! synful mon, make memory,
Of Cristis passion haue in þi mynd;
To þat Lord be neuer vnkynd,
Þat after His fegur He formyd þe,
And bond Himselue þe to vnbynd,
And al hit was fore loue of þe.
Out of þis word when I schal wynd.
A! synful mon, make memory,
Of Cristis passion haue in þi mynd;
To þat Lord be neuer vnkynd,
Þat after His fegur He formyd þe,
And bond Himselue þe to vnbynd,
And al hit was fore loue of þe.
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Þis is þe gospel of Ion truly;
To þis passion take good enten[t].
Pilat, Ihesu, fore gret enuy
Toke þat Lord Omnipotent
And scorgid Him nakud in his present
Fro top to too with turmentry,
Þat skyn and flesche hit was to-rent,
And al hit was fore loue of þe.
To þis passion take good enten[t].
Pilat, Ihesu, fore gret enuy
Toke þat Lord Omnipotent
And scorgid Him nakud in his present
Fro top to too with turmentry,
Þat skyn and flesche hit was to-rent,
And al hit was fore loue of þe.
His knyȝtis mad a croun of þorne,
And set on His hede; hit persid His brayn;
And cloþid Him in purpul with chamful scornns;
Hayle! Kyng of Iewys, to Him con sayn;
To boffet Him þai were ful fayn,
And spit in His face welansly,
And smot Him on His hed with rodds aȝayn,
And al hit was fore loue of þe.
And set on His hede; hit persid His brayn;
And cloþid Him in purpul with chamful scornns;
Hayle! Kyng of Iewys, to Him con sayn;
To boffet Him þai were ful fayn,
And spit in His face welansly,
And smot Him on His hed with rodds aȝayn,
And al hit was fore loue of þe.
When þai had don Him þis turmentry,
Þe knyȝtis tokon swete Ihesus
And drou Him to þe Mownt of Caluare
Apon His schulder beryng a cros;
Boþ hondis and fete naylid on þer was,
Betwene ij þeuys hongud to be,
Þat were damnyd fore here trespace,
And al hit was fore loue of þe.
Þe knyȝtis tokon swete Ihesus
And drou Him to þe Mownt of Caluare
Apon His schulder beryng a cros;
Boþ hondis and fete naylid on þer was,
Betwene ij þeuys hongud to be,
Þat were damnyd fore here trespace,
And al hit was fore loue of þe.
Þen vp þai lyft þat heue tre
And gurdid into a mortes of stone;
Þat greuys Ihesus more greuesly
Þen al þe turment þai had Him done,
Fore vayns and seneus hit brast, and bone,
Þat euere ioynt men myȝt e-se;
He was most lyke a leperus mon,
And al hit was fore loue of þe.
And gurdid into a mortes of stone;
Þat greuys Ihesus more greuesly
Þen al þe turment þai had Him done,
Fore vayns and seneus hit brast, and bone,
Þat euere ioynt men myȝt e-se;
He was most lyke a leperus mon,
And al hit was fore loue of þe.
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Þen Ihesus wyst after what was cummyng
And sayd, ‘Now I þorst ful sore.’
Of aysel and gal þai ȝeuen Him drynk
And put hit in a sponge His mouþ before;
When He hit tastid, He wold no more,
And sayd, ‘Al endid is now treuly,’
And bowd doun His hed with sekyng sore,
And ȝif vp His spiryt fore loue of þe.
And sayd, ‘Now I þorst ful sore.’
Of aysel and gal þai ȝeuen Him drynk
And put hit in a sponge His mouþ before;
When He hit tastid, He wold no more,
And sayd, ‘Al endid is now treuly,’
And bowd doun His hed with sekyng sore,
And ȝif vp His spiryt fore loue of þe.
Þen þe herþ anon con quake,
And also þe sun he lost his lyȝt;
Þe stons of þe tempil on pesis þai brake,
Þe vayle þer-of a-twyn was twyȝt;
Gravys þai opend, anon þer ryȝt
Þer ros vp mone a ded body,
Of men and wemen were seyn with syȝt,
And al hit was fore loue of þe.
And also þe sun he lost his lyȝt;
Þe stons of þe tempil on pesis þai brake,
Þe vayle þer-of a-twyn was twyȝt;
Gravys þai opend, anon þer ryȝt
Þer ros vp mone a ded body,
Of men and wemen were seyn with syȝt,
And al hit was fore loue of þe.
When sentoreo þis syȝt had sene,
He sayd, ‘Þis is verey Godis Son.’
A blynd k[ny]ȝt with a spere ful euen
Smot Ihesus into þe hert; anon
Blod and water out þer ron;
A drop þer-of fel in his hee;
He had his syȝt, þis synful mon,
Fore on Crystis passion he had pete.
He sayd, ‘Þis is verey Godis Son.’
A blynd k[ny]ȝt with a spere ful euen
Smot Ihesus into þe hert; anon
Blod and water out þer ron;
A drop þer-of fel in his hee;
He had his syȝt, þis synful mon,
Fore on Crystis passion he had pete.
He þat al þis sorous se,
He bers treu witnes here-on,
Þat was keper to mayd Mary,
Þe hole euangelyst, swete S[aynt] Ion;
And bedis ȝou beleue þis euerechon
Ȝif þat ȝe wil sauyd be,
Þat Crist sofyrd þis for synful mon,
Apon His passion to haue pete.
He bers treu witnes here-on,
Þat was keper to mayd Mary,
Þe hole euangelyst, swete S[aynt] Ion;
And bedis ȝou beleue þis euerechon
Ȝif þat ȝe wil sauyd be,
Þat Crist sofyrd þis for synful mon,
Apon His passion to haue pete.
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A! synful mon, haue þis in mynd:
Weder þat þou slepe or wake,
To þat Lord be neuer vnkynd,
Þat sofyrd þese sorous for þi syn sake.
Hou schalt þou amendis make?
What sofyrd þou fore Him? Onswere me.
Into His merce loke þou þe take,
And say þis prayour with gret pete.
Weder þat þou slepe or wake,
To þat Lord be neuer vnkynd,
Þat sofyrd þese sorous for þi syn sake.
Hou schalt þou amendis make?
What sofyrd þou fore Him? Onswere me.
Into His merce loke þou þe take,
And say þis prayour with gret pete.
O! Ihesu, þat boþe þi holy hond,
And þi blessid fyet also,
And al þi body, I vnderstonde,
Fore me synful on cros was do,
And cround of þe Iewis with þornes, þi fo,
In dispite of þi holy body;
Apon þi hed þou sofyrd gret wo,
And alle hit was fore loue of me.
And þi blessid fyet also,
And al þi body, I vnderstonde,
Fore me synful on cros was do,
And cround of þe Iewis with þornes, þi fo,
In dispite of þi holy body;
Apon þi hed þou sofyrd gret wo,
And alle hit was fore loue of me.
With v captel wondis fore me, synful,
Þou were i-paynd apon þe cros,
Me to aȝayn by, Lord merceful,
With þi precyous blood þroȝ þi gret grace;
Of repentans þou ȝif me spase,
To foresake my synnus and be sory,
And foreȝif hem here trespase,
Þat on þi passion han pete.
Þou were i-paynd apon þe cros,
Me to aȝayn by, Lord merceful,
With þi precyous blood þroȝ þi gret grace;
Of repentans þou ȝif me spase,
To foresake my synnus and be sory,
And foreȝif hem here trespase,
Þat on þi passion han pete.
And grawnt me, Lord, þat I may
Euere day do sum penans,
With sobirnes þe plese and pay;
And kepe me chast with abstenans,
And ȝif me wit and wisdam with perseuerans
To kepe my state and my degre,
Þe to serue to þi plesans,
And on þi passion to haue pete.
Euere day do sum penans,
With sobirnes þe plese and pay;
And kepe me chast with abstenans,
And ȝif me wit and wisdam with perseuerans
To kepe my state and my degre,
Þe to serue to þi plesans,
And on þi passion to haue pete.
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V pater noster nou þou schalt say
In þe worchip of Cristis passion,
And grete our lady, nou I þe pray;
With v aues knelyng adoune;
In reuerens of His v wondis alon,
Spesialy þou say þi crede,
Þat Crist graunt þe remission,
Þat fore þi synnus þi blod con schede.
In þe worchip of Cristis passion,
And grete our lady, nou I þe pray;
With v aues knelyng adoune;
In reuerens of His v wondis alon,
Spesialy þou say þi crede,
Þat Crist graunt þe remission,
Þat fore þi synnus þi blod con schede.
Amen, Ihesu, now I þe pray,
Haue mynd and merce on blynd Audlay,
Þat mad in Englesche þis passion,
Fore synful men to haue mynd þer-on.
Haue mynd and merce on blynd Audlay,
Þat mad in Englesche þis passion,
Fore synful men to haue mynd þer-on.
| The poems of John Audelay | |