Anonymous. The York plays
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Joseph
1: Thow maker that is most of myght,
To thy mercy I make my mone;
Lord, se vnto this symple wight
THat hase non helpe but the allone.
For all this worlde I haue forsaken,
And to thy seruice I haue me taken
With witte and will
For to fulfill
THi commaundement.
THeron myn herte is sette
With grace thou has me lente,
THare schall no lede me lette.
For all my triste lorde is in the
That made me man, to thy liknes.
Thow myghtfull maker, haue mynde on me
And se vnto my sympplenes.
I waxe wayke as any wande,
For febill me faylles both foote and hande;
Whateuere it mene,
Methynke myne eyne
Hevye as leede.
THerfore I halde it best
A whille her in this stede
To slepe and take my reste. Mary
25: Thow luffely lord that last schall ay,
My God, my lorde, my sone so dere,
To thy Godhede hartely I pray
With all myn harte holy entere.
As thou me to thy modir chaas,
I beseke the of thy grace
For all mankynde
THat has in mynde
To wirshippe the.
THou se thy saules to saue,
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Jesu my sone so free,
THis bone of the I crave. Angel
37: Wakyn Joseph, and take entent,
My sawes schall seece thy sorowe sare.
Be noght heuy, thi happe is hentte,
THarefore I bidde the slepe no mare. Joseph
41: A, myghtfull lorde, whateuere that mente?
So swete a voyce herde I neuere ayre.
But what arte thou with steuen so shylle
THus in my slepe that spekis me till?
To me appere
And late me here
What that thou was. Angel
48: Joseph, haue thou no drede,
THou shalte witte or I passe,
Therefore to me take hede.
For I am sente to the,
Gabriell, Goddis aungell bright,
Is comen to bidde the flee
With Marie and hir worthy wight.
For Herowde the kyng gars doo to dede
All knave-childer in ilke a stede,
THat he may ta
With yoeris twa
THat are of olde.
Tille he be dede, away
In Egipte shall yoe beelde
Tille I witte the for to saie. Joseph
63: Aye-lastand lord, loved mott thou be
That thy swete sande wolde to me sende.
But lorde, what ayles the kyng at me,
For vnto hym I neuere offende?
Allas, what ayles hym for to spille
Smale yoonge barnes that neuere did ille
In worde ne dede,
Vnto no lede
Be nyght nor day?
And sen he wille vs schende,
Dere lorde, I the praye,
THou wolde be oure frende,
For be he neuere so wode or wrothe
For all his force thou may vs fende.
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I praye the lorde, kepe us fro skathe,
Thy socoure sone to vs thou sende;
For vnto Egipte wende we will
Thy biddyng baynly to fulfill,
As worthy is
THou kyng of blisse,
THi will be wroght.
Marie my doughtir dere,
On the is all my thought. Mary
86: A, leue Joseph, what chere? Mary
Joseph
87: THe chere of me is done for ay. Mary
88: Allas, what tythandis herde haue yoe? Joseph
89: Now certis, full ille to the at saye,
Ther is noght ellis but us most flee
Owte of oure kyth where we are knowyn,
Full wightely bus vs be withdrawen,
Both thou and I. Mary
94: Leue Joseph, why?
Layne it noght,
To doole who has vs demed,
Or what wronge haue we wroght
Wherfore we shulde be flemyd? Joseph
99: Wroght we harme? Nay, nay, all wrange,
Wytte thou wele it is noght soo.
THat yonge page liffe thou mon forgange
But yf thou fast flee fro his foo. Mary
103: His foo? Allas, what is youre reede,
Wha wolde my dere barne do to dede?
I durk, I dare,
Whoo may my care
Of balis blynne?
To flee I wolde full fayne,
For all this worlde to wynne
Wolde I noght se hym slayne. Joseph
111: I warne the he is thraly thrette
With Herowde kyng, harde harmes to haue.
With that mytyng yf that we be mette
THer is no salue that hym may saue.
I warne the wele, he sleeis all
Knave-childir, grete and small,
In towne and felde
Within the elde
Of two yoere,
And for thy sones sake.
He will fordo that dere,
May that traytoure hym take.
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Mary
123: Leue Joseph, who tolde yow this?
How hadde yoe wittering of this dede? Joseph
125: An aungell bright that come fro blisse
This tythandis tolde withouten drede,
And wakynd me oute of my slepe
THat comely childe fro cares to kepe,
And bad me flee
With hym and the
Onto Egipte.
And sertis I dred me sore
To make any smale trippe,
Or tyme that I come thare. Mary
135: What ayles thei at my barne
Slike harmes hym for to hete?
Allas, why schulde I tharne
My sone his liffe so swete?
His harte aught to be ful sare,
On slike a foode hym to forfare
THat nevir did ill,
Hym for to spill,
And he ne wate why.
I ware full wille of wane
My sone and he shulde dye,
And I haue but hym allone. Joseph
147: We, leue Marie, do way, late be!
I pray the, leue of thy dynne,
And fande the furthe faste for to flee,
Away with hym for to wynne,
That no myscheue on hym betyde,
Nor none vnhappe in no-kyn side
Be way nor strete,
THat we non mete
To slee hym. Mary
156: Allas Joseph, for care,
Why shuld I forgo hym,
My dere barne that I bare? Joseph
159: THat swete swayne yf thou saue
Do tyte pakke same oure gere,
And such smale harnes as we haue. Mary
162: A, leue Joseph, I may not bere. Joseph
163: Bere arme? No, I trowe but small.
But God it wote I muste care for all,
For bed and bak
And alle the pakke
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THat nedis vnto vs.
It fortheres to fene me;
THis pakald bere me bus,
Off of all I plege and pleyne me.
But God graunte grace I noght forgete
No tulles that we schulde with vs take. Mary
173: Allas Joseph, for greuaunce grete,
Whan shall my sorowe slake,
For I wote noght whedir to fare? Joseph
176: To Egipte-talde I the lang are. Mary
177: Whare standith itt?
Fayne wolde I witt. Joseph
179: What wate I?
I wote not where it stande. Mary
181: Joseph, I aske mersy,
Helpe me oute of this lande. Joseph
183: Nowe certis Marie, I wolde full fayne
Helpe the al that I may,
And at my poure me peyne
To wynne with hym and the away. Mary
187: Allas, what ayles that feende
THus wilsom wayes make vs to wende?
He dois grete synne,
Fro kyth and kynne
He gares vs flee. Joseph
192: Leue Marie, leue thy grete. Mary
193: Joseph, full wo is me
For my dere sone so swete. Joseph
195: I pray the Marie, happe hym warme
And sette hym softe that he noght syle,
And yf thou will ought ese thyn arme
Gyff me hym, late me bere hym awhile. Mary
199: I thanke you of youre grete goode dede;
Nowe gud Joseph tille hym take hede,
THat fode so free,
Tille hym yoe see
Now in this tyde. Joseph
204: Lat me and hym allone,
And yf thou can ille ride
Haue and halde the faste by the mane.
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Mary
207: Allas Joseph, for woo,
Was neuer wight in worde so will. Joseph
209: Do way Marie, and say nought soo,
For thou schall haue no cause thertill.
For witte thou wele, God is oure frende,
He will be with vs wherso we lende.
In all oure nede
He will vs spede,
THis wote I wele.
I loue my lorde of all;
Such forse methynke I fele,
I may go where I schall.
Are was I wayke, nowe am I wight,
My lymes to welde ay at my wille.
I loue my maker most of myght
That such grace has graunte me tille.
Nowe schall no hatyll do vs harme,
I haue oure helpe here in myn arme.
He wille vs fende
Wherso we lende
Fro tene and tray.
Late vs goo with goode chere-
Farewele and haue gud day-
God blisse vs all in fere. Mary
231: Amen as he beste may.