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48. ‘Vbi Sount Qui Ante Nos Fuerount.’
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48. ‘Vbi Sount Qui Ante Nos Fuerount.’

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MS. Digby 86.

Uuere beþ þey biforen vs weren,
Houndes ladden and hauekes beren
And hadden feld and wode?
Þe riche leuedies in hoere bour,
Þat wereden gold in hoere tressour
Wiþ hoere briȝtte rode;
Eten and drounken and maden hem glad;
Hoere lif was al wiþ gamen I-lad,
Men keneleden hem biforen,
Þey beren hem wel swiþe heye—
And in a twincling of on eye
Hoere soules weren forloren.
Were is þat lawing and þat song,
Þat trayling and þat proude ȝong,
Þo hauekes and þo houndes?
Al þat ioye is went away,
Þat wele is comen te weylaway,
To manie harde stoundes.

86

Hoere paradis hy nomen here,
And nou þey lien in helle I-fere,
Þe fuir hit brennes heuere.
Long is ay and long is ho,
Long is wy and long is wo—
Þennes ne comeþ þey neuere.
Dreȝy here, man, þenne if þou wilt
A luitel pine þat me þe bit,
Wiþdrau þine eyses ofte,
Þey þi pine be oun-rede;
And þou þenke on þi mede
Hit sal þe þinken softe.
If þat fend, þat foule þing,
Þorou wikke roun, þorou fals egging,
Neþere þe haueþ I-cast,
Oup and be god chaunpioun!
Stond, ne fal namore adoun
For a luytel blast.
Þou tak þe rode to þi staf,
And þenk on him þat þereonne ȝaf
His lif þat wes so lef.
He hit ȝaf for þe, þou ȝelde hit him
Aȝein his fo; þat staf þou nim
And wrek him of þat þef.
Of riȝtte bileue, þou nim þat sheld,
Þe wiles þat þou best in þat feld
Þin hond to strenkþen fonde,
And kep þy fo wiþ staues ord,
And do þat traytre seien þat word.
Biget þat mvrie londe,

87

Þere-inne is day wiþ-houten niȝt,
Wiþ-outen ende strenkþe and miȝt,
And wreche of euerich fo,
Mid god him-selwen eche lif,
And pes and rest wiþoute strif,
Wele wiþ-outen wo.
Mayden moder, heuene quene,
Þou miȝt and const and owest to bene
Oure sheld aȝein þe fende;
Help ous sunne for to flen,
Þat we moten þi sone I-seen
In ioye wiþ-outen hende.
Amen.