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interior of the shed, as before.Mar.
Ȝe ar welcum sirre.
13.
Jos.Say, Marie doghtir, what chere with þe?
Mar.
Right goode, Joseph, as has been ay.
Jos.
O Marie! what swete thyng is þat on thy kne?
Mar.
It is my sone, þe soth to saye,
þat is so gud.
Jos.
Wele is me I bade þis day
to se þis foode!
to se þis foode!
14.
Me merueles mekill of þis light
Þat þus-gates shynes in þis place,
For suth it is a selcouth sight!
Þat þus-gates shynes in þis place,
For suth it is a selcouth sight!
Mar.
Þis hase he ordand of his grace,
my sone so ȝing,
A starne to be schynyng a space
at his bering.
my sone so ȝing,
A starne to be schynyng a space
at his bering.
15.
For Balam tolde ful longe be-forne
How þat a sterne shulde rise full hye,
And of a maiden shulde be borne
A sonne þat sall oure saffyng be
fro caris kene.
For suth it is my sone so free,
be whame Balam gon meene.
How þat a sterne shulde rise full hye,
And of a maiden shulde be borne
A sonne þat sall oure saffyng be
fro caris kene.
For suth it is my sone so free,
be whame Balam gon meene.
16.
Jos.Nowe welcome, floure fairest of hewe,
I shall þe menske with mayne and myght.
Hayle! my maker, hayle Crist Jesu!
Hayle, riall kyng, roote of all right!
Hayle! saueour.
Hayle, my lorde, lemer of light,
Hayle, blessid floure!
17.
Mar.
Nowe lord! þat all þis worlde schall wynne,
To þe my sone is þat I saye,
Here is no bedde to laye the inne,
Þerfore my dere sone, I þe praye
sen it is soo,
Here in þis cribbe I myght þe lay
betwene þer bestis two.
To þe my sone is þat I saye,
Here is no bedde to laye the inne,
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sen it is soo,
Here in þis cribbe I myght þe lay
betwene þer bestis two.
18.
And I sall happe þe, myn owne dere childe,
With such clothes as we haue here.
With such clothes as we haue here.
Jos.
O Marie! beholde þes beestis mylde,
They make louyng in ther manere
as þei wer men.
For-sothe it semes wele be ther chere
þare lord þei ken.
19.
Mar.
Ther lorde þai kenne, þat wate I wele,
They worshippe hym with myght and mayne;
The wedir is colde, as ye may feele,
To halde hym warme þei are full fayne
with þare warme breth,
And oondis on hym, is noght to layne,
to warm hym with.
They worshippe hym with myght and mayne;
The wedir is colde, as ye may feele,
To halde hym warme þei are full fayne
with þare warme breth,
And oondis on hym, is noght to layne,
to warm hym with.
20.
O! nowe slepis my sone, blist mot he be,
And lyes full warme þer bestis by-twene.
And lyes full warme þer bestis by-twene.
Jos.
O nowe is fulfilled, for-suth I see,
Þat Abacuc in mynde gon mene
and preched by prophicie.
He saide oure sauyoure shall be sene
betwene bestis lye;
Þat Abacuc in mynde gon mene
and preched by prophicie.
He saide oure sauyoure shall be sene
betwene bestis lye;
21.
And nowe I see þe same in sight.
Mar.
Ȝa! sir, for-suth þe same is he.
Jos.
Honnoure and worshippe both day and nyght
Ay-lastand lorde, be done to þe,
all way as is worthy,
And, lord, to thy seruice I oblissh me,
with all myn herte holy.
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22.
Mar.Þou mercyfull maker, most myghty,
My God, my lorde, my sone so free,
Thy hande-mayden for soth am I,
And to thi seruice I oblissh me,
with all myn herte entere.
Thy blissing, beseke I thee,
þou graunte vs all in feere.
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