English miracle plays, moralities, and interludes; specimens of the pre-Elizabethan drama
Pollard, Alfred W. (Alfred William), 1859-1944
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I was blynde, it is but a snayle ! 395 I was never so afrayde in east nor in south, My harte at the fyrste syght was at my mouth. Mary, syr, fy ! fy ! fy ! I do sweate for feare ! I thoughte I had craked but to tymely here. Hens, thou beest and plucke in thy homes 400 Haste thou nothynge elles to doo But come wyth homes and face me so? Howe, how my servauntes, get you shelde and spere 405 And let us werye and kyll thys monster here ! Here MILES cometh in. MILES. Is not thys a worthye knyghte That wyth a snayle dareth not fight Excepte he have hys servauntes ayde? Is this the chaumpyon that maketh al men afraid? 410 I am a pore souldiour come of late from Calice, I trust or I go to debate some of his malyce, I wyll tarrye my tyme till I do see Betwixt hym and the snayle what the ende wyll be. THERSITES. Whye ye [rascal] knavys, regard ye not my callinge? 415 Whye do ye not come and wyth you weapons brynge? Why shall this monster so escape kyllinge? No ! that he shal not, and God be wyllinge. MILES. I promyse you, thys is as worthye a knyghte As ever shall brede oute of a bottell byte : 420 I thinke he be Dares, of whom Virgyll doth write, That woulde not let Entellus alone, But ever provoked and ever called on, 140 THERSYTES. But yet at the last he tooke a fall, And so within a whyle, I trowe I make the shall. 425 THERSITES. By [Jupiter], knaves, if I come I wyll you fetter ! Regarde ye my callinge and cryinge no better? Why, [rascals,] I saye, wyll ye not come? By the masse, the knaves be all from home ! They had better have fette me an errande at Rome ! MILES. By my trouthe, I thynke that very skante 431 This lubber dare adventure to fighte with an ant ! THERSITES. Well, seinge my servauntes come to me will not, I must take hede that this monster me spyll not, I wyll joparde with it a joynte, 435 And, other with my clubbe or my sweardes poynte, I wyll reche it suche woundes, As I woulde not have for xl M. poundes. Plucke in thy homes, thou unhappy beast, What, facest thou me ? wilte not thou be in reste ? 440 Why? wylte not thou thy homes in holde? Thinkest thou that I am a cockolde1? [Nay, truly] the monster cometh towarde me styll ! Excepte I fyght manfully, it wyll me surely kyll ! Then he muste fyghte against the snayle with his dub. MILES. O Jupiter Lorde ! doest thou not see and heare How he feareth the snayle as it were a bere ? 446 THERSITES. Well, with my clubbe I have had good lucke, Nowe with my sworde have at the a plucke. And he must cast his club awaye. I wyll make the, or I go, for to ducke, And thou were as tall 2 a man as frier Tucke ! 450 1 cocklode, text. 2 tale, text. THERSYTES. 141 I saye yet agayne thy homes in drawe, Or elles I wyll make the to have woundes rawe. Arte not thou aferde To have thy bearde Pared with my swearde? 455 Here he must fighte then with his sworde against the snayle and the snayle draweth her liornes in. Ah well nowe no more ! Thou mightest have done so before ! I layed at it so sore That it thoughte it shoulde have be lore. And it had not drawen in his homes againe, 460 Surely I woulde the monster have slaine. But now farewell, I wyll worke the no more payne. Nowe my fume is paste, And dothe no longer laste, That I did to the monster cast. 465 Now in other countreis both farre and neare Mo dedes of chyvalrye I wyll go inquere. MILES. Thou nedes not seke any further, for redy I am here. I wyll debate anone, I trowe, thy bragginge chere. THERSITES. Nowe where is any mo that wyll me assay le? 470 I wyll turne him and tosse him, both toppe and tayle, Yf he be stronger then Sampson was, Who with his bare handes kylde lyons apas. MILES. What nedeth this booste ? I am here at hande, That with the will fighte; kepe the heade and stande! Surelye for al thy hye wordes I wyll not feare 476 To assaye the a towche tyll some bloude apeare, I wyll geve the somewhat for the gifte of a new yeare. 142 THERSYTES. And he begynth to fight with him, but Ther sites must ren awaye, and hyde hym behynde hys mother's backs sayinge : THERSITES. O mother, mother, I praye the me hyde! Throwe some thinge over me and cover me every syde ! MATER. O my sonne, what thynge eldyth the? 481 THERSITES. Mother, a thousande horsemen do perse- cute me ! MATER. Marye, sonne then it was time to flye ! I blame the not then, thoughe afrayde thou be. A deadlye wounde thou mightest there sone catche, 485 One against so manye is no indyfferente matche. THERSITES. No, mother ! but if they had bene but ten to one, I woulde not have avoyded, but set them uppon, But seinge they be so many I ran awaye. Hyde me, mother, hyde me, I hartely the pray. 490 For if they come hyther and here me fynde To their horses tayles they wyll me bynde, And after that fasshyon hall me and kyll me, And thoughe I were never so bolde and stoute 494 To fyghte againste so manye, I shoulde stande in doubte. MILES. Thou that doest seke giauntes to conquere, Come foorth, if thou dare, and in this place appere ! Fy, for shame, doest thou so sone take flighte? Come forth and shewe somewhat of thy myghte ! THERSITES. Hyde me, mother, hyde me, and never worde saye. 500 MILES. Thou olde trotte, seyst thou any man come thys waye, Well armed and weaponed and readye to fighte? MATER. No forsothe, Maister, there came none in my sight. THERSYTES. 143 MILES. He dyd avoyde in tyme, for withoute doubtes I woulde have set on his backe some clowtes. 505 Yf I may take him I wyll make all slowches To beware by him, that they come not in my clowches. Then he goeth oute, and the mother saith : MATER. Come foorth my sonne, youre enemy is gone, Be not afrayed, for hurte thou canst have none. Then he loketh aboute if he be gone or #<?/, at the last he sayth : THERSITES. Ywys thou didest wisely, who so ever thou be, 510 To tarrye no longer to fighte with me, For with my clubbe I woulde have broken thy skull, Yf thou were as bigge as Hercules bull. Why, thou cowardely knave, no stronger then a ducke Barest thou trye maystries with me a plucke, 515 Whiche fere nother giauntes nor Jupiters fire bolte, Nor Beelzebub, the mayster devyll, as ragged as a colte. I woulde thou wouldest come hyther ones againe, I thincke thou haddest rather alyve to be flayne. Come againe and I sweare, by my mothers wombe, 530 I wyll pull the in peeces no more then my thombe, And thy braines abrode I wyll so scatter That all knaves shall feare, against me to clatter. [The play is interrupted here by the incident of the young Telemachus coming to Thersites' mother, to be cured of a disease. When he is gone, Thersites resumes his boasting.] Then Miles cometh in saynge : MILES. Wylte thou so in deede? Hye the, make good spede, 876 144 THERSYTES. I am at hande here prest. Put awaye tongue shakynge And this folysshe crakynge, 6So Let us trye for the best. Cowardes make speake apase, S[t]rypes prove the manne. Have nowe at thy face ! Keepe of, if thou canne ! 885 And then he muste stryke at hym, and Thersytes muste runne awaye and leave his dubbe and sworde behynde.. Whye, thou lubber, runnest thou awaye, And leavest thy swearde and thy clubbe thee behynde ? Nowe thys is a sure carde, nowe I maye well saye That a cowarde crakinge here I dyd fynde. Maysters, ye maye see by this playe in sighte 890 That great barking dogges do not most byte, And oft it is sene that the best men in the hoost Be not suche, that use to bragge moste. Yf ye wyll avoyde the daunger of confusion, Printe my wordes in harte and marke this conclusion, Suche gyftes of God that ye excelle in moste, 896 Use them wyth sobernesse and youre selfe never bost. Seke the laude of God in all that ye doo, So shall vertue and honoure come you too. 899 But if you geve youre myndes to the sinne of pryde, Vanisshe shall your vertue, youre honoure away wil slide, For pryde is hated of God above, And meekenesse sonest obtaineth his love. To youre rulers and parentes be you obediente^ Never transgressinge their lawefull commaundemente. 905 Be ye merye and joyfull at borde and at bedde, Imagin no traitourye againste your prince and heade. Love God and feare him, and after him youre kinge, Whiche is as victorious as anye is lyvinge. THERSYTES. 145 Praye for his grace, with hartes that dothe not fayne, 910 That longe he may rule us without grefe or paine. Beseche ye also that God maye save his quene, Lovely Ladie Jane, and the prince that he hath send them betwen To augment their joy and the comons felicitie. 914 Fare ye wel swete audience, God graunt you al prosperite. Amen. IF Imprinted at London, by John Tysdale and are to be solde at hys shop in the upper ende of Lombard strete in Alhallowes churche yarde neare untoo Grace church. ISale's Eing 3[ofw* KING JOHN. For non other cawse God hath kyngs constytute And gevyn them the sword, but forto correct all vyce. I have attempted this thyng to execute 1275 Uppon transgressers accordyng unto justyce; And be-cawse I wyll not be parcyall in myn offyce For theft and murder to persones spirytuall, I have ageynst me the pristes and the bysshoppes all. A lyke dysplesure in my fathers tyme ded fall, 1280 Forty yeres ago, for ponyshment of a clarke : No cunsell myght them to reformacyon call, In ther openyon they were so stordy and starke, But ageynst ther prynce to the pope they dyd so barke, That here in Ynglond in every cyte and towne 1385 Excommunycacyons as thonder-bolts cam downe. For this ther captayn had a ster apared crowne, And dyed upon yt, with-owt the kynges consent. Than interdiccyons were sent from the popes renown e, Whych never left hym tyll he was penytent, 1290 And fully agreed unto the popes apoyntment In Ynglond to stand with the Chyrches lyberte, And suffer the pristes to Rome for appeles to flee, They bownd hym also to helpe Jerusalem cyte With ij hundrid men the space of a yere and more, 1295 And thre yere after to maynteyne battell free Ageynst the Sarazens whych vext the Spanyards sore. Synce my fathers tyme I have borne them groge therfore, BALE'S KING JOHN. 147 Consyderyng the pryde and the capcyose dysdayne, That they have to kyngs whych oughte over them to rayne. 1300 PRIVAT WELTH cum in fyke a CardynalL God save you, sur kyng, in your pryncly mageste. K. J. Frynd, ye be welcum : what is yowr plesure with me? P. W. From the holy father, Pope Innocent the thred, As a massanger I am to yow dyrectyd, To reforme the peace betwyn Holy Chyrch and yow 1305 And in his behalfe I avertyce yow here now Of the Chyrchys goods to make full restytucyon, And to accepte also the popes hely constytucyon For Stevyn Langton, archebysshop of Canturbery, And so admytt hym to his state and primacy : 1310 The monkes exilyd ye shall restore agayne To ther placys and londes, and nothyng of thers retayne. Owr holy fatheres mynde ys that ye shall agayne restore All that ye have ravyshyd from Holy Chyrche, with the more. K. J. I reken yowr father wyll never be so harde, But he wyll my cawse as well as theres regarde. 1316 I have done nothyng but that I may do well, And as for ther taxe I have for me the gospell. P. W. Tushe, gospell or no, ye must make a recompens. K. J. Yowr father is sharpe and very quycke in sentence, Yf he wayeth the word of God no more than so; 1321 But I shall tell yow in this what Y shall do. I am well content to receyve the monkes agayne Upon amendement, but as for Stevyn Langton playne He shall not cum here, for I know his dysposycyon : 1325 He is moche inclyned to sturdynesse and sedycyon, There shall no man rewle in the lond where I am kyng With-owt my consent, for no mannys plesure lyvyng. L 2 148 SALE'S KING JOHN. Never-the-lesse, yet upon a newe behaver At the popys request here-after I may hym faver, 1330 And graunt hym to have sum other benyfyce. P. W. By thys I persey ve ye bare hym groge and malyce, Well, thys wyll I say, by-cause ye are so blunte, A prelate to dyscharge Holy Chyrche was never wont, But her custome ys to mynyster ponyshment 1335 To kynges and princes beyng dyssobedyent I K. J. Avant, pevysh prist : what, dost thow thretten me ? I defye the worst both of thi pope and the. The power of princys ys gevyn from God above, 1339 And, as sayth Solomon, ther harts the Lord doth move. God spekyth in ther lyppes whan they geve jugement : The lawys that they make are by the Lordes appoyntment. Christ wylled not his the princes to correcte, But to ther precepptes rether to be subjecte. The offyce of yow ys not to bere the sword, 1345 But to geve cownsell accordyng to Gods word. He never tawght his to weare nowther sword ne sallett, But to preche abrode with-owt staffe, scrypp or walett; Yet are ye becum soche myghty lordes this hower, That ye are able to subdewe all princes power. 1350 I can not perseyve but ye are becum Belles prystes, Lyvyng by ydolls, yea, the very antychrysts. P. W. Ye have sayd yowr mynd, now wyll I say myn also. Here I cursse yow for the wrongs that ye have do 13=4 Unto Holy Churche, with crosse, bocke, bell and candell ; And by-sydes all thys I must yow other-wyse handell. Of contumacy the pope hath yow convyt; From this day forward your lond stond interdytt. The bysshope of Norwyche and the bysshope of Wynchester, Hath full autoryte to spred it in Ynglond here. 1560 The bysshope of Salysbery and the bysshope of Rochester Shall execute yt in Scotland every where. The bysshope of Landaffe, seynt Assys, and seynt Davy SALE'S KING JOHN. 149 In Walles and in Erlond shall publyshe yt openly. Throwgh-owt all crystyndom the bysshopps shall suspend All soche as to yow any mayntenance pretend ; 1366 And I cursse all them that geve to yow ther harte, Dewks, erlls, and lordes so many as take yowr parte: And I assoyle yowr peple from your obedyence, That they shall owe yow noyther sewte nor reverence. By the popys awctoryte I charge them yow to fyght 1371 As with a tyrant agenst Holy Chyrchys ryght ; And by the popes auctoryte I geve them absolucyon A pena et culpa, and also clene remyssyon. SEDYCYON extra locum. Alarum ! Alarum ! tro ro ro ro ro, tro ro ro ro ro, tro ro ro ro ro! 1375 Thomp, thomp, thomp, downe, downe, downe, to go, to go, to go! K. J. What a noyse is thys that without the dore is made? P. W. Suche enmyes are up as wyll yowr realme invade. K. J. Ye cowde do no more and ye cam from the devyll of hell, Than ye go abowt here to worke by yowr wyckyd cownsell. 1380 Ys this the charyte of that ye call the Churche ? God graunt Cristen men not after yowr wayes to worche ! I sett not by yowr curssys the shakyng of a rod, For I know they are of the devyll and not of God. Yowr curssys we have that we never yet demaundyd, 1385 But we can not have that God hath yow commandyd. P. W. What ye mene by that I wold ye shuld opynly tell. K. J. Why know ye it not ? the prechyng of the gospell. 150 BALE'S KING JOHN. Take to ye yowr traysh, yowr ryngyng, syngyng, pypyng, So that we may have the scryptures openyng : 1 390 But that we can not have, yt stondyth not with yowr avantage. P. W. Ahe, now I fell yow for this heretycall langage ; I thynke noyther yow nor ony of yowres, iwys, We wyll so provyd, shall ware the crowne after this. II. DISSIMULATION. Wassayle, wassayle out of the mylke payle, 2065 Wassayle, wassayle, as whyte as my nayle, Wassayle, wassayle in snowe froste and hayle, Wassayle, wassayle with partriche and rayle, Wassayle, wassayle that muche doth avale, Wassayle, wassayle that never wyll fayle. 2070 K. J. Who is that, Englande ? I praye the stepp fourth and see. E. He doth seme a-farre some relygyous man to be. D. Now Jesus preserve your worthye and excellent grace, For doubtless there is a very angelyck face. Now forsoth and God, I woulde thynke my self in heaven, If I myght remayne with yow but yeares alevyn. 2076 I woulde covete here none other felicyte. K. J. A lovynge persone thu mayest seme for to be. D. I am as gentle a worm as ever ye see. K. J. But what is thy name, good frynde, I praye the tell me? 2080 D. Simon of Swynsett my very name is per dee. I am taken of men for monastycall Devocyon, And here have I brought yow a marvelouse good pocyon, For I harde ye saye that ye were very drye. BALE'S KING JOHN. 151 K. J. In dede I wolde gladlye drynke. I praye the come nye. 2085 D. The dayes of your lyfe never felt ye suche a cuppe, So good and so holsome, if ye woulde drynke it upp : It passeth malmesaye, capryck, tyre or ypocras ; By my fayth I thynke a better drynke never was. K. J. Begynne, gentle monke : I praye the drynke half to me. 2090 D. If ye dronke all up, it were the better for ye. It woulde slake your thirst and also quycken your brayne : A better drynke is not in Portyngale nor Spayne, Therfore suppe it of, and make an ende of it quycklye. K. J. Naye, thu shalte drynke half, there is no remedye. D. Good luck to ye than ! have at it by and bye ; 2096 Halfe wyll I consume, if there be no remedye. K. J. God saynt the, good monke, with all my very harte ! D. I have brought ye half; conveye me that for your parte. 2099 Where art thu, Sedicyon? by the masse I dye, I dye. Helpe now at a pynche ! Alas, man, cum away shortlye. S. Come hyther apace, and gett thee to the farmerye; I have provyded for the, by the swete saynt Powle, Fyve monkes that shall synge contynually for thy sowle, That, I warande the, thu shalt not come in helle. 2105 D. To sende me to heaven goo rynge the holye belle And synge for my sowle a masse of Scala Celi, That I maye clyme up aloft with Enoch and Heli: I do not doubte it but I shall be a saynt. Provyde a gyldar myne image for to paynt. 2110 I dye for the Churche with Thomas of Canterberye : Ye shall fast my vigyll and upon my daye be merye. 152 BALE'S KING JOHN. No doubt but I shall do myracles in a whyle, And therefore lete me be shryned in the north yle. S. To the than wyll offer both crypple, halte, and blynde, 2115 Mad men and mesels, with such as are woo behynde. [Exeunt. K. J. My bodye me vexeth : I doubt much of a tym- panye. E. Now, alas, alas ! your grace is betrayed cowardlye. K. J. Where became the monke that was here with me latelye? 2119 E. He is poysened, sir, and lyeth a-dyenge surelye. K. J. It can not be so, for he was here even now. E. Doubtlesse, sir, it is so true as I have tolde yow: A false Judas kysse he hath gyven and is gone. The halte, sore, and lame thys pitiefull case wyll mone. Never prynce was there that made to poore peoples use 2125 So many masendewes, hospytals and spyttle howses, As your grace hath done, yet sens the worlde began. K. J. Of priestes and of monkes I am counted a wycked man, For that I never buylte church e nor monastery e, But my pleasure was to helpe suche as were nedye. 2130 E. The more grace was yours, for at the daye of judg- ment Christe wyll rewarde them whych hath done hys com- mandement, There is no promyse for voluntarye wurkes No more than there is for sacrifyce of the Turkes. K. J. Doubtlesse I do fele muche grevaunce in my bodye. 2135 BALE'S KING JOHN. 153 E. As the Lorde wele knoweth, for that I am full sorye. K. J. There is no malyce to the malyce of the clergye : Well, the Lorde God of heaven on me and them have mercye. For doynge justyce they have ever hated me. They caused my lande to be excommunycate, 2140 And me to resygne both crowne and princely dygnyte, From my obedyence assoylynge every estate; And now last of all they have me intoxycate. I perceyve ryght wele their malyce hath none ende : I desyre not els but that they maye sone amende, 2145 I have sore hungred and thirsted ryghteousnesse For the offyce sake that God hath me appoynted, But now I perceyve that synne and wyckednesse In thys wretched worlde, lyke as Christe prophecyed, Have the overhande : in me it is verefyed. 2150 Praye for me, good people, I besych yow hartely, That the Lorde above on my poore sowle have mercy. Farwell noble men, with the clergye spirytuall, Farwell men of lawe, with the whole commynalte. Your disobedyence I do forgyve yow all, 2155 And desyre God to perdon your iniquyte. Farwell, swete Englande, now last of all to the : I am right sorye I coulde do for the no more. Farwell ones agayne, yea, farwell for evermore. 2159 E. With the leave of God I wyll not leave ye thus, But styll be with ye tyll he do take yow from us, And than wyll I kcpe your bodye for a memoryall. K. J. Than plye it, Englande, and provyde for my buryall. A wydowes offyce it is to burye the deade. 2164 E. Alas, swete maistre, ye waye so heavy as leade. Oh horryble case, that ever so noble a kynge 154 BALE'S KING JOHN. Shoulde thus be destroyed and lost for ryghteouse doynge, By a cruell sort of disguysed bloud-souppers, Unmercyfull murtherers, all dronke in the bloude of marters ! Report what they wyll in their most furyouse madnesse, Of thys noble kynge muche was the godlynesse. 2171 [Exeunt. APPENDIX, I. Mysterium Resurrectionis D. N. Jhesu Christi. From a MS. of the 1 3th century in the Library of the City of Orleans, as printed by Thomas Wright. II. Ludus super iconia Sancti Nicolai. By Hilarius, a pupil of Abelard, c. 1125. Text from edition of M. J. J. Cham- pollion Figeac, entitled : Hilarii Versus et Ludi. Lutetiae Parisiorum apud Techner Bibliopolam. (London, William Pickering) MDCCCXXXVlll. pp. 34-39. III. The Harrowing of Hell. From a MS. of the reign of Edward II. Text from edition of Dr. Edward Mall, entitled : The Harrowing of Hell. Das altenglische Spiel von Christi Hollenfahrt. Neue Bearbeitung von Dr. Eduard Mall. Berlin^ 1871. 8vo. IV. Extracts from the Brome Play of Abraham and Isaac. Text from the transcript published by Miss Lucy Toulmin Smith in Anglia, Band VII. Heft 3. APPENDIX I. MYSTERIUM RESURRECTIONIS D. N. JHESU CHRISTI. Ad faciendum similitudinem dominici sepulchri, printum pro- cedant tres fratres prceparati et vestiti in similzttidinem trium Mariarum, pedetentim et quasi tristes alternantes, hos versus cantent. PRIMA earum dicat: Heu ! pius pastor occidit Quern culpa nulla infecit! O res plangenda ! SECUNDA. Heu ! verus pastor obiit, Qui vitam sanctis contulit ! O mors lugenda ! TERTIA. Heu ! nequam gens Judaica ! Quam dira frendens vesania ! Plebs execranda ! PRIMA. Cur nece pium impia Dampnasti Jhesum invida ? O ira nefanda! SECUNDA. Quid Justus hie promeruit Quod crucifigi debuit ? O gens dampnanda! TERTIA. Heu ! quid agemus miserae Dulci magistro orbatas? Heu ! sors lacrimanda 1 158 APPENDIX L PRIMA. Eamus ergo propere, Quod solum quimus facere, Mente devota, SECUNDA. Condimentis aromatum Ungamus corpus sanctissimum : Quo pretiosa TERTIA. Nardi vetet commixtio, Ne putrescat in tumulo Caro beata. Cum autem venerunt in chorum, eant ad monumentum quasi quarentes, et cantantes omnes simul hunc versum : Sed nequimus hoc patere sine adjutorio Quisnam saxum hoc revolveret ab monumenti ostio? Quibus respondeat Angelus sedens foris, ad caput sepulchri, vestitus alba deaurata^ mitra tectus caput, etsi deinfula- fus, palmam in sinistra, ramum candelarum plenum tenens in manu dextra, et dicat moderata et admodum gravi voce : Quern quaeritis in sepulchre O Christicolae ! MULIERES Jhesum Nazarenum crucifixum, O caelicola ! Quibus respondeat ANGELUS : Quid, christicolce, viventem quaeritis cum mortuis? Non est hie, sed surrexit, prout dixit discipulis. Mementote quid jam vobis locutus est in Galilea, Quod Christum oportebat pati, atque die tertia Resurgere cum gloria. MULIERES converses adpopulum cantent: Ad monumentum Domini venimus Gementes; angelum Dei sedentem vidimus Et dicentem quod surrexit a morte. Post hcec MARIA MAGDALENE, relictis duabus altis, accedat ad sepulchrum.) in quod scepe aspiciens, dicat : MYSTERIUM RESURRECTIONIS. 159 Heu dolor ! heu ! quam dira doloris angustia ! Quod dilecti sum orbata magistri praesentia; Heu ! quis corpus tarn dilectum sustulit e tumulo ? Deinde pergat -velociter ad illos qui in similitudine Petri et Johannis pr&stare debent erecti, stansque ante eos quasi tristis, dicat: Tulerunt Dominum meum, Et nescio ubi posuerunt eum, Et monumentum vacuum est inventum, Et sudarium cum sindone repositum. //// autem hoc audientes velociter pergent ad sepulchrum ac si currentes j sed junior, S. Johannes, perveniens stet extra sepulchrum, senior vero, S. Peirus, sequens eum, statim intret, postquam et S. Johannes intret, cum inde exierint, JOHANNES dicat: Miranda sunt qua? vidimus ! An furtim sublatus est dominus ? Cut PETRUS. I mo, ut praedixit vivus, Surrexit, credo, Dominus. JOHANNES. Sed cur liquit in sepulchro Sudarium cum linteo? PETRUS. Ista quia resurgent! Non erant necessaria, Imo resurrectionis Restant haac indicia. Illis autem abeuntibus, accedat MARIA ad sepulchrum, et prius dicat : Heu ! dolor ! heu ! quam dira doloris angustia ! Quod dilecti sum orbata magistri praesentia. Heu ! quis corpus tam dilectum sustulit e tumulo ? Quam alloquantur Duo ANGELI sedentes infra sepulchrum dicentes: Mulier, quid ploras ? MARIA. Quia tulerunt Dominum meum, Et nescio ubi posuerunt eum. 160 APPENDIX /. ANGELUS. Noli flere, Maria, resurrexit Dominus. Alleluia ! MARIA. Ardens est cor meum desiderio Videre Dominum meum ; Quaero et non invenio Ubi posuerunt eum, Alleluia ! Interim veniat quidam pr&paratus in similitudine horiulani^ stansque ad caput sepulchri, dicat : Mulier, quid ploras? quern quasris? MARIA. Domine, si tu sustulisti eum, dicito michi ubi posuisti eum, et ego eum tollam. Et ILLE. Maria ! Atque procidens ad pedes efus, MARIA dicat: Rabboni ! At tile subtrahat se, et quasi tactum ejus devitans, dicat: Noli me tangere, nondum enim ascendi ad Patrem meum et Patrem vestrum, Dominum meum et dominum vestrum. Sic discedat Hortulanus, MARIA vero, conversa ad populum, dicat: Congratulamini michi omnes qui diligitis Dominum, quia quern quaerebam apparuit michi, et dura flerem ad monumentum vidi Dominum meum. Alleluia ! Tune DUO ANGELI exeant ad ostium sepukhri, ita ut appareant forts, et dicant : Venite et videte locum ubi positus erat Dominus. Alleluia ! Nolite timere vos : Vultum tristem jam mutate: Jhesum vivum nunciate : Galileam jam adite : Si placet videre, festinate : Cito euntes dicite discipulis quod surrexit Dominus. Alleluia ! MYSTERIUM RESURRECTIONIS. 161 Tune MULIERES discedentes a sepulchre dicant aa plebem: Surrexit Dominus de sepulchre, Qui pro nobis pependit in ligno. Alleluia ! Hoc factO) expandant sindonem, dicentes ad plebem : Cernite vos, socii, sunt corporis ista beati Lintea, quaa vacuo jacuere relicta sepulchre. Postea ponant sindonem super altare, atque revertentes alternent hos versus: PRIMA rf/Va/.- Resurrexit hodie Deus Deorum. SECUNDA. Frustra signas lapidem, plebs Judeorum, TERTIA. Jungere jam populo christianorum. Item PRIMA dicat: Resurrexit hodie Rex angelorura. SECUNDA. Ducitur de tenebris turba piorum. TERTIA. Reseratur aditus regni caelorum. Inter ea is gut ante fuit Hortulanus> in similitudinem DOMINI veniaty dalmaticatus Candida dalmatica, Candida infula infulatus, phylacteria pretiosa in capite, crucem cum labaro in dextra^ textum auro paratorium in sinistra habens, et dicat mulieribus : Nolite timere vos, ite, nunciate fratribus meis ut eant in Galileam, ibi me videbunt sicut praedixi eis. CHORUS. Alleluia! Resurrexit hodie Dominus. Quo finito, dicant OMNES insimul: Leo fortis, Christus filius Dei. Et CHORUS dicat: Te Deum laudamus, etc. Explicit. APPENDIX II. LUDUS SUPER ICONIA SANCTI NICOLAI. Ad quern he persone sunt necessarie : persona barbari qui conmisit ei tesanrum ; persona iconic ; iiiior vel sex latronnm ; Sancti Nicholai. In primis BARBARUS, rebus snis congregatis, ad ichoniam veniet, et ei res suas conmendans dicet : Nicholae, quidquid possideo, Hoc in meo misi teloneo: Te custodem rebus adibeo, Serva que sunt ibi. Meis, precor, adtende precibus; Vide nullus sit locus furibus ; Preciosis aurum cum vestibus Ego trado tibi. Profiscisci foras disposui : Te custodem rebus imposui. Revertenti redde quae posui Tua sub tutela. Jam sum magis securus solito, Te custode rebus inposito ; Revertenti vide ne merito Mihi sit querela. Illo autem profecto, fures transeuntes cum viderint hostium apertum et nnllnm custodem, omnia diripient, BARBARUS vero rediens, non invento tesauro, dicet : Gravis sors et dura! Hie reliqui plura, Sed sub mala cura. Des! quel damage! Qui pert la sue chose purque rtenrage. LUDUS SUPER ICONIA SANCTI NICOLAS. 163 Hie res plusquam centum Misi et argentum ; Sed non est inventum. Des! quel damage! Qui pert la sue chose purque ri enrage. Hie reliqui mea ; Sed hie non sunt ea. Est imago rea. Des ! quel damage/ Qui pert la sue chose purque rienrage. Deinde accedens ad imaginem, dicet ei : Mea congregavi, Tibi commendavi; Sed in hoc erravi. Hal Nicholax! Si ne me rent ma chose, tu ol comparras. Hie res meas misi Quas tibi conmisi; Sed eas amisi. Hal Nicholax! Si ne me rent ma chose, tu ol comparras. Sumto flagello, dicet : Ego tibi multum Inpendebam cultum : Nun feres inultum. Hore f end Qu'are me rent ma chose que g'ei mis ci. Tuum tester deum, Te, ni reddas meum, Flagellabo reum. Hore f end Qu'are me rent ma chose que g'ei mis ci, Tune SANCTUS NICHOLAUS, veniens ad latrones, dicet eis : Miseri, quid facitis? Non longua deperditis Erunt vobis gaudia. Gustos eram positus Vosque sum intuitus, Cum portatis omnia. M 2 1 64 APPENDIX II. Flagella sustinui, Cum ea non potui, Ut debebam, reddere: Verba passus aspera Cumque verbis verbera ; Ad vos veni propere. Reportate perdita. Erant enim omnia Sub mea custodia, Que portasti, posita. Quod si non feceritis, Suspensi eras eritis Crucis in patibulo. Vestra namque turpia Vestra latrocinia Nunciabo populo. Latrones timentes omnia reportabunt. Quibus inventis BARBARUS dicet : Nisi visus fallitur, Jo en at. Tesaurus hie cernitur. De si grant merueile en at. Rediere perdita, Jo en at. Nee per mea merita, De si grant mervegle en at. Quam. bona custodia Jo en at Qua redduntur omnia! De si grant mervegle en at. Tnnc accedent ad imaginem et suplicans, dicet ; Suplex ad te venio, Nam per te recipio Tut icei que tu gardas. Sum profectus peregre, Nicholax LUDUS SUPER 1CONIA SANCTI N ICO LAI. 165 Sed recepi integre Tut ice que tu gardas. Mens mea convaluit, Nicholaxj Nichil enim defuit De tut cei que tu gardas. Postea aparens ei beatus NICOLAUS, dicet : Suplicare mihi noli, Frater ; inmo Deo soli. Ipse namque factor poll, Factor maris atque soli, Restauravit perditum. Ne sis ultra quod fuisti. Solum laudes nomen Christi ; Soli Deo credas isti Per quern tua recepisti. Mihi nullum meritum. Cui respondens BARBARUS, dicet : Hie nulla consultacio, Nulla erit dilacio, Quin ab erroris vicio Jam recedam. In Christum Dei filium, Factorem mirabilium, Ritum linquens gentilium, Ego credam. Ipse creavit omnia, Celum, terram et maria; Per quern erroris venia Mihi detur. Ipse potens et dominus Meum delebit facinus, Cujus regnum ne terminus Consequetur. APPENDIX III. THE HARROWING OF HELL. Alle herkne)> to me nou, A strif wille I tellen ou, Of Jesu and of Satan, po Jesu wes to helle gan For to fette )>enne his 5 And bringen hem to parais ; pe deuel heuede so michel pouste, pat alle mosten to helle te; Nas non so holi prophete, Sij;)>en Adam and Eue J;en appel etc, 10 And he were at }>is worldes fine, pat he ne moste to helle pine; Ne shulde he neuer |>enne come, Nere Jesu Crist, godes sone ; For |>at wes seid to Adam and Eue, 15 pat were Jesu Crist so leue, And so wes seid to Abraham, pat wes so)>fast holi man, And so wes seid to Dauid, j>e king, pat wes of Cristes oune ofspring, 20 And to Johan, J?e Baptist, pat folewede Jesu Crist, And to Moyses, }>e holi wiht, pe heuede ]>e lawe to jeme riht, And to mani o)>er holi man, 25 Mo )>an ich telle can, pat weren alle in more wo, pan I can ou telle fro. Jesu Crist areu hem sore And seide, he wolde fette hem J>ore; 30 THE HARROWING OF HELL. 167 He lihte of his ht%e tour On-to seinte Marie hour; He wes boren for oure nede In )>is world in poure wede, In jris world he wes ded 35 For to lesen ous fram }>e qued. po Jesu heuede shed his blod For oure sinnes on J>e rod, He nam him )>e rihte wei Unto helle for soj?e to sei; 40 po he cam J»er, \>o seide he, Asse I shal nou telle }>e. DOMINUS. Harde gates haui gon, Sorewes suffred mani on; pritti winter and jjridde half jer 45 Haui woned in londe her. Almost is so michel gan, SiJ>j>en I bicam first man; Ich haue sij>)>en J>oled and wist Hot and cold, hunger and }>rist : 50 Man haj) don me shame inoh \Vi)> word and dede in here woh ; He nomen me wtyouten sake, Bounden min honden to mi bake ; He beten me, )>at I ran on blode, 55 Demden me to deje on rode ; For Adames sinne, ful iwis, Ich haue J>oled al )>is. Adam, )>ou hauest dere aboht, pat Jiou leuedest me noht; 60 Adam, j>ou hauest aboht sore And I nil suffre J>at na more ; I shal j>e bringe of helle pine And wij> J»e alle mine. SATAN. Who is }>at ich here )>ore? 65 Ich him rede speke na more, For he mai so michel do, pat he shal ous come to, 168 APPENDIX III. For to ben cure fere, And fonden,hou we pleien here. 70 DOMINUS. [pou miht wel wite bi mi plei, pat mine willi haue awei !] Wost J>ou neuer, what ich am? Almost J»e J>ridde winter is gan, pat jxm hauest fonded me 75 For to knowe, what I be ; Sinne found J>ou neuer nan In me as in o)>er man ; And Jxm shalt wite wel to-dai, pat mine willi haue awei, 80 Whan )>ou bileuest al )>in one, panne miht J>ou grete and grone. SATAN. Par ma fei ! ich holde mine Alle j>o, )>at ben her-inne ; Resoun wiili telle }>e, 85 per ajen miht )»ou noht be. Whoso biggeth ani )>ing, It is his and his ofspring. Adam hungri cam me to, Manrede dide I him me do ; 90 For on appel ich jaf him, He is min and al his kin. DOMINUS. Satanas, it wes min, pe appel, )>at )>ou jaue him, pe appel and ]>e appel-tre 95 Bojje were maked ))ourh me. Hou mihtest J»ou on ani wise Of o)>er mannes Jjing make marchandise ? Si)>)>en he wes boht wij) min, Wi)> resoun wil ich hauen him. 100 SATAN. Jesu, wel I knowe >e! pat ful sore rewejj me ; pou art louerd ouer al, Wo is him, f>at J>e knowe ne shal ! Heuene and erj>e tak to ]>e, 105 pe soules in helle lef )>ou me ! THE HARROWING OF HELL. 169 Let me haue J>at ich helde, pat )>ou hauest wel mote J>ou welde ! DOMINUS. Stille be j>ou, Satanas, pe is fallen ambes as! no Wendest )>ou, ich were ded for noht? For mi dej> is mankin boht ! pei, J>at hauen serued me, WiJ> me he shulen in heuene be ; pou shall ben in more pine, 1 1 5 pan ani, J>at )>er is her-inne. SATAN. Ne mai non me werse do, pan ich haue had hider-to. Ich haue had so michel wo, pat I ne recche, whider I go ; 120 3 if J>ou reuest me of mine, I shal reue )>e of )>ine ; I shal go fro man to man And reue f>e of mani an. DOMINUS. God wot! I shal speke J>e wi}> 125 And do }>e to holde grif> ! So faste shal I binde >e, Litel shalt }>ou reue me. [Were J>ou among men, pou woldest me reuen mani of hem.] 130 pe smale fendes, J>at ben unstronge, He shulen among men jonge, For to hauen alle hem, pat hem ne willen stonden ajen. Helle jates I come nou to 135 And ich wille, that he undo. Where is nou ]>is jateward? Me ]>inke]> he is a coward ! JANITOR. Ich haue herd wordes stronge, Ne dar I her no lengore stonde ; 140 Kepe J>e jates whoso mai, I lete hem stonde and renne awei. DOMINUS. Helle jates her I felle ! And si)>J>en wil ich herwe helle. 170 APPENDIX III. Satanas, her I }>e binde, 145 Ne shalt }>ou neuer henne winde, Her shalt thou ben in bondes ai, Til J>at come domesdai ! ADAM. Welcome, louerd, god of londe, Codes sone and godes sonde ; 1 50 Welcome, louerd, mote J>ou be, Longe haue}> ous J>oht after )>e ! Louerd, nou \>ou art comen to ous, Bring ous of )>is lo}>e hous. Louerd, vvost }>ou, what ich am? 155 pou me shope of er)>e, Adam ; For I )>in heste held noht, Dere ich haue it her aboht. Haue merci of ous, godes sone, Let ous na more her wone ; 160 Alle, ]>at her-inne be, 3ore hauen jerned after }>e; We hopen wel ]>ourh }>i coming Of oure sinnes hauen froring. EUA. Knou me, louerd, ich am Eue; 165 Ich and Adam )>e were so leue, pou jaue ous to jeme parais, We it jemeden asse unwis ! We J>in heste dide forleten, po we of f>en appel eten ; 170 So longe haue we ben her-inne, Dere haue we bet oure sinne. Louerd, god, jif ous leue, Adam and me, his wif Eue, To faren of J>is lo)>e wike 175 To J>e blisse of heuene rike! DOMINUS. Adam, ich haue 3ouen mi lif For J>e and for Eue, >i wif; Wendest J>ou, ich were ded for noht? For mi dej> wes mankin boht. 180 ABRAHAM. Louerd, Crist, ich it am, pat J>ou calledest Abraham; THE HARROWING OF HELL. 171 pou me seidest, }>at of me Shulde a god childe boren be, pat ous shulde bringe of pine, 185 Me and wi)> me alle mine. pou art t>e child, J>ou art J>e man, pat wes boren of Abraham ; Do nou j>at )>ou bihete me, Bring me to heuene up wi}» J>e! 190 DOMINUS. Abraham, ich wot ful wel What )>ou seidest, euerich del ; pat mi suete moder wes Boren and shaped of }>i fles. DAVID. Louerd, ich am Dauid, ]>e king, 195 pat boren wes of \>'m ofspring ; Do me also J>ou bihete pourh J>e la we of J>e prophete; Nou J5ou art comen to ous, Bring ous fram }>is dredful hous! 200 DOMINUS. David, j>ou were boren of mi kin, For j>i godnesse art jiou min, More for \>i godnesse, pan for ani sibnesse. JOHANNES. Louerd, Crist, ich am Johan, 205 pat j>e folewede in flum Jordan; Tuelue monej> is agon, pat I jjolede martirdom; pou sendest me )>e rihte wei In-to helle for soj>e to sei, 210 pat )>ou, Crist, godes sone, Sone shuldest f>ider come, For to lesen of helle pine Alle, )>at }>ou holdest )>ine. Nou fou art comen, nou j>ou do, 215 pat jjou seidest me unto! DOMINUS. Johan, Johan, ich it wat, pat I sende )>e )>e gat; pou shall se, J>at I shal do, pat I seide er }>e to. aao 172 APPENDIX III. MOYSES. Louerd, }>ou }aue me al wij> skil pe lawe of Sinay upon J>e hil; Ich am Moyses, )>e prophete, Ich held )>e lawes, )>at J>ou hete, pat men shulde come to bete 225 pe sinne, }>at Adam Jx>hte suete. DOMINUS. Moyses, )>at ich hihte )>e In \>e olde lawe, )>ou didest me; And alle ]>e o]>er, ]>at mine ben, Shulen to blisse wi}> me ten; 230 pei, J>at nolden on me leuen, Shulen wij> Satanas bileuen ; per he shulen wonen ai, Til J>at come domesdai. [Auctor\ God, for his moder loue 235 Let ous neuer Jjider come ! Louerd, for }>i michele grace Graunte ous in heuene one place ; Let ous neuer be forloren For no sinne, Crist icoren; 240 Ah bring ous out of belle pine, Louerd, ous and alle J>ine ; And jif ous grace to liue and ende In J>i seruice and to heuene wende. Amen. APPENDIX IV. BROME PLAY OF ABRAHAM AND ISAAC. 11. 316-435. THE ANGELL. I am an angell, thou mayist se blythe, 316 That fro hevyn to the ys senth, Our lord thanke the an c. sythe, For the kepyng of hys commawment. He knowyt thi wyll and also thy harte, 320 That thou dredyst hym above all thyng, And sum of thy hevynes for to departe A fayr Ram /ynder I gan brynge, He standyth teyed, loo ! a-mong the breres 324 Now Abraham, a-mend thy mood, For Ysaac, thy jowng son that her ys, Thys day schall not sched hys blood ; Goo, make thy sacryfece with ^on Rame. 328 Now for-wyll blyssyd Abraham, For on to hevyn I goo now horn, The way ys full gayn. Take up thy son soo free. \Exit AngeL 332 ABRAHAM. A ! lord I thanke the of thy gret grace, Now am I yeyed on dyvers wysse, A-rysse up, Ysaac, my dere sunne a-rysse, A-rysse up, swete chyld, and cum to me. 336 YSAAC. A ! mercy, fader, wy smygth yo. not jyt A ! smygth on, fader, onys with _yowr knyffe. ABRAHAM. Pesse, my swet sir ! and take no thowt, For our lord of hevyn hath grant thi lyffe 340 Be hys angell now. That thou schalt not dey this day, sunne, truly. 174 APPENDIX IV. YSAAC. A ! fader, full glad than wer I I-wys! fader, I sey, i-wys ! 34 \ Yf thys tale wer trew. ABRAHAM. An hundyrd tymys, my son fayer of hew, For joy thi mowth now wyll I kys. YSAAC. A! my dere fader, Abraham, 348 Wyll not God be wroth Mat we do thus? ABRAHAM. Noo, noo ! harly my swyt son, For ^yn same Rame he hath us sent Hether down to us. 352 Kyn best schall dey here in thi sted. In the worthschup of owr lord a-lon. Goo fet hym hethyr, my chyld, in ded. YSAAC. Fader, I wyll goo hent hym be the hed, 356 And bryng ^on best with me a-non. A ! scheppe, scheppe ! blyssyd mot thou be, That ever thow were sent down heder, Thow schall thys day dey for me, 360 In the worchup of the holy Trynyte. Now cum fast and goo we to-geder, To my fader of hevyn. Thow thou be never so jentyll and good 364 Fyt had I lever thow schedyst thi blood, I-wysse, scheppe, than I. Loo! fader, I have browt here full smerte Thys jentyll scheppe, 368 And hym to .you I .gyffe But lord God, I thanke the with all my hart For I am glad that I schall leve, And kys onys my dere moder. 372 ABRAHAM. Now be rygth myry, my swete chyld, For thys qwyke best that ys so myld, Here I schall present before all other. YSAAC. And I wyll fast begynne to blowe 376 Thys fyer schall brene a full good spyd; But, fader, wyll I stowppe downe lowe, Ye wyll not kyll me with jowr sword, I trowe ? BROME PLAY OF ABRAHAM &> ISAAC. 175 ABRAHAM. Noo, harly, swet son have no dred, 380 My mornyng ys past, YSAAC. Ya! but I woold that sword wer in a glad, For i-wys, fader, yt make me full yll a-gast. [Here Abraham mad hys offryng, knelyng and seyyng thus: ABRAHAM. Now lord God of hevyn in Trynyte, 384 Allmyty god omnipotent, My offeryng I make in the worchope of the, And with thys qweke best I the present. Lord reseyve thow myn intent. 388 As art god and grownd of our grace. DEUS. Abraham, Abraham, wyll mot thow sped, And Ysaac, thi _yowng son the by, Truly, Abraham, for thys dede, 392 I schall multyplye ^owres botheres sede As thyke as sterres be in the skye, Bothe more and lesse; And as thyke as gravell in the see, 396 So thyke multyplyed /our sede schall be, Thys grant I jow for yowr goodnesse. Off _yow schall cume frowte gret, And ever be in blysse with owt ^ynd, 400 For y& drede me as God a-lon, And kepe my commawmentes everyschon. My blyssyng I ^effe, wer so ever yt goo. ABRAHAM. Loo, Ysaac, my son, how thynke _ye, 404 Be thys warke that we have wrogth, Full glad and blythe we may be A^-ens the wyll of God that we grucched nott, Upon thys fayer hetth. 408 YSAAC. A! fader, I thanke our lord every dell, That my wyt servyd me so wyll, For to drede God more than my detth. ABRAHAM. Why! dere- wordy son, wer thow a-dred? 412 Hardely, chyld, tell me thy lore. 176 APPENDIX TV. YSAAC. Fa, be my feyth, fader, now hath I red, I wos never soo afrayd before, As I have byn at _yyn hyll. 416 But be my feyth, fader, I swere I wyll never more cume there But yt be a-^-ens my wyll. ABRAHAM. Fa, cum on with me, my owyn swet sonn, 420 And horn-ward fast now let us goon. YSAAC. Be my feyth, fader, ther-to I grant, I had never so good wyll to gon horn, And to speke with my dere moder. 424 ABRAHAM. A ! lord of hevyn, I thanke the, For now may I led horn with me Ysaac, my _yownge sonn so fre, The gentyllest chyld above all other. 428 Thys may I wyll a-voee. Now goo we forthe, my blyssyd sonn. YSAAC. I grant, fader, and let us gon, For be my trowthe wer I at home, 433 I wold never gon owt under that forme. I prey God ^effe us grace ever mo, And all thow that \ve be holdyng to. NOTES. YORK PLAY. SUBJECT.— The Creation of the Universe and the Fall of Lucifer form the subject of a play, or part of a play, in each of the four great cycles. The versions followed by the different authors and by the writer of the Cursor Mundi exhibit only trifling differences, the chief of which are recorded in the notes. The York Play on this subject may certainly claim pre-eminence over its rivals. It is full of dramatic vigour, and is pervaded by a certain homely grandeur of style, which contrasts very effectively with the baldness of the Coventry playwright or the turgidity of the Chester. DIALECT.— The dialect in which the York Plays were written was the Northumbrian, but the language of the plays as they have come down to us is strongly affected by the influence of a Midland scribe. Note, however, the Northern a for o in formaste, ane, aivne, etc., the Northern form of the second person singular in thu has, thou lyes, thou -was, the plural in s after the substantival subject, Thi dedes to this dole nowe has dyghte us (1. 109), and again the imperative plural in es (the pronoun being absent), Bothe the nighte and the day, does dewly _yhour deyver. Note also the present participles in and, ande, and the Northern forms als, whilke, slyke, gyf, sail, etc. 