5 THOMAS JOHN 6 SIMON 10 PETER 15 20 [fol. 117v] JESUS 26 30 35 40 45 50 PETER 55 60 ANDREW 66 70 75 THOMAS 80 85 JAMES 90 95 100 PHILIP 105 110 JESUS 115 120 125 130 135 140 145 150 [fol. 118v] 155 160 165 170 175 180 185 PETER 191 195 ANDREW 200 JAMES 205 JOHN THOMAS 211 MARY 215 220 MATTHEW 225 JESUS 230 235 [fol. 119v] 240 245 250 255 260 265 PHILIP JESUS 271 275 [fol. 120r] 280 285 ANGEL 1 291 295 300 305 ANGEL 2 310 315 320 ANGEL 1 325 ANGEL 2 330 MARY 335 340 JOHN 345 PETER 351 MATTHEW 355 JAMES THOMAS 360 BARTHOLOMEW 365 370 MATTHEW 376 380 385 MARY 390 395 400 JOHN 405 410 MARY 415 SIMON 421 425 430 435 MARY 440 445 450

Thomas John Simon Peter Jesus Andrew James Philip Matthew Angel 1 Angel 2 Bartholomew Jude Mary, mother of Jesus Ascencio domini etc.1 Brethere, all that now here bene, Forgett my Lorde yit may I noght; I wote not what it may mene Bot more I weyn ther will be wroght. My Lord Jesus will wyrk his will, Pleatt we never agans his thoght; For us he wyrkes, as it is skyll, His handwarke that he has wroght. Apon his wordes will I ryst That he hisself saide us untill Ay stedfastly on hym to tryst; Mystrust we never for goode ne ill. In heven and erthe his myght may be, His wytt and his will also; The Holy Gost, brethere, ment he; Thus will he never fro us go. Fourty dayes now drawes nere Sen his resurreccyon complete; Afore that will he appere, Thus sodanly not lefe us yett. In Bethany here let us abyde; We knaw not yit what may befall. Peraventur it may betyde He shall full well comforth us all. Peasse, now, my dere freyndys. Peasse be with you ever and ay, For it all wrangys amendys. Peasse, brethere sam, I say. Brethere, in hartes be nothyng hevy What tyme that I from you am gone; I must go from you sone in hy, Bot nevertheles make ye no mone For I shall send to you anone The Holy Gost to comforth you, You to wysh in every wone. I shall you tell what wyse and how It shal be for youre prow That I thus-gatys shall do; It has bene saide or now My Fader must I to. With hym must I abide and dwell, For so it is his will; For youre comforth thus I you tell, Be ye stedfast for good or ill. Abide me here right on this hill To that I com to you agane; This forwarde must I nedys fulfill, I will no longer fro you lane. And therfor loke that ye be bayn And also trew and stedfast For whosoever you oght frayn When that I am past. Hic recedit.2 Full hevy in hart now may we be That we oure master sall forgo, Bot nevertheles yit saide he He wold not dwell full lang us fro. What wonder is if we be wo Thus sodanly shall oure master mys, And masters on lyfe have we no mo That in this warld shuld us wys. He will pas furth to blys And leyfe us here behynde; No mervell now it is If we mowrne now in oure mynde. In oure mynde mowrne we may As men that masyd ar and mad, And yit also, it is no nay, We may be blythe and glad Because of tythyngys that we had That hisself can us say. He bad be blythe and noght adrad For he wold not be long away, Bot yit both nyght and day Oure hartes may be full sore, As me thynk, by my fay, For wordes he saide lang ore. Lang ore he saide full openly That he must nedys fro us twyn And to his fader go in hy To joy of heven that never shall blyn. Therfor we mowrne, both more and myn, And mery also yit may we be. He bad us all both outt and in Be glad and blythe in ich degré, And saide that com shuld he To comforth us kyndly. Bot yit hevy ar we To we hym se truly. With ee wold we hym se, Oure saveoure Crist, Goddys Son, That dyed apon a tre, Yit trewe I that we mon. Now God grauntt us that boyn, That with his bloode us boght, To se hym in his throne, As he maide all of noght. His will now has he wroght And gone from us away As he noght of us roght, And therfor mowrne we may. We may mowrne, no mervell why, For we oure master thus shall mys That shall go fro us sodanly, And we ne wote what cause is. Nevertheles, the sothe is this: He saide that he shuld com agane To bryng us all to blys. Therof may we be fane; That commyng will us mych gane And oure saules all save, And put us fro that payn That we were lyke to have. Herkyns to me now, everichon, And here what I will say, For I must nedys fro you gone, For thus my Fader will allway; And therfor, peasse be with you ay Whereso ye dwell in wone, And to save you fro all fray, My peasse be with you, blood and bone. I lefe it you bi oon and oone, Noght as the warld here dos; It shal be true as any stone To defende you fro youre foos. Let not youre hartes be hevy; Drede not for any kyns thyng. Ye have harde me say full playnly I go and to you am I commyng. If ye luf me forthi, Ye shuld be glad of this doyng, For I go full securly To my Fader, hevyns kyng, The which without lesyng Is mekill more then I. Therfor be ye thus trowyng When all is endid fully. Ye have bene of mysbilefe, Hard of harte and also of will; To theym that my rysyng can prefe No credence wold ye gif theym till. Mary Mawdlayn saide you till That I was rysyn, bot ye ne wold Hir trow for good or ill The trouth all if she told. Sich harmes in hartes ye hold And unstedfast ye ar, Ye trowid no man of mold Witnes of my rysyng that bare.3 Therfor ye shall go tech In all this warld so wyde, And to all the people preche; Who baptym will abyde And trowe truly Mi dethe and rysyng, And also myn upstevynyng, And also myn agane commyng, Thay shal be save suerly. And who trowys not this That now rehersyd is, He shal be dampned, iwys, For veniance and for wreke. Tokyns forsothe shall bene Of those that trow withoutten weyn: Devyls shall thay kest out cleyn And with new tongys speke; Serpentes shall thay put away, And venymus drynk bi nyght and day Shall not noy theym, as I say; And where thay lay on handys Of seke men far and nere, Thay shal be hole withoutten dere Of all sekenes and sorowes sere, Ever in alkyn landys. And therfor now I byd that ye Go not from Jerosolyme cité, Bot abide the behest of my Fader fre In land aywhore, That ye have hard here of me. For John Baptist, dere in degré, In water forsoth baptysid me Now herebefore. And ye certan in every coste Shall baptise in the Holy Goost, Thrug vertue of hym that is the moost, Lord God of myght, Within few dayes now folowyng; And herof mervell ye nothyng, For this shal be his awne wyrkyng Shewyd in youre sight. Et recedit ab eis.4 Farlee may we fownde and fare For myssyng of oure master Jesus. Oure hartys may sygh and be full sare; Thise Jues with wreke thay waten us. Us to tray and teyn Ar thay abowte bi nyght and day. For Jesu that is so seldom sene As masid men mowrne we may. Mowrnyng makys us masid and mad As men that lyff in drede; Full comforthles ar we stad For myssyng of hym that us shuld lede. Thise Jues that folow thare faythles will And demed oure master to be ded, With mayn and mode they wold hym spill If thay wist how, in towne or sted. Let kepe us fro thare carpyng kene And com bot lytyll in thare sight. Oure master will com when we leest weyn; He will us rewle and red full right. Of this carpyng now no more. It drawes nygh the tyme of day; At oure mette I wold we wore. He sende us socowre that best may. Socowre sone he will you sende If ye truly in hym will traw; Youre mone mekely will he amende, My brethere dere, this may ye knawe. The hestys hyghly that he me hight He has fulfillid in worde and dede. He gabbyd never, bi day nor nyght; Forthi dere brethere have no drede. Certys, lady, thou says full wele He will us amende, for so he may; We have fon sothe everilka dele All that ever we hard hym say. Peter and ye, my derlyngys dere, As masid men me thynk ye ar; Holly to you I have shewyd here To bryng youre hartys from care. In care youre hartys ar cast And in youre trowth not trew; In hardnes youre hartys ar fast As men that no wytt knew. Sende was I for youre sake Fro my Fader dere Flesh and blode to take Of a madyn so clere. Sythen to me ye soght And holly felowid me, Of wonders that I have wroght Som have I letten you se. The dombe, the blynde as any stone I helyd ther I cam by; The dede I rasid anone Thrugh my myght, truly. And othere warkys that wonderfull wor I wroght wisely befor you all: My payn, my passion, I told before Holly thrugoutt as it shuld fall: Mi rysyng on the thryd day, As ye bi tokyns many oone have sene. Youre trouth truly had bene away, Had not my blissid moder bene. In hir it restyd all this tyde; Youre dedys ye ow greatly to shame. Here may ye se my woundys wyde, How that I boght you out of blame. Bot John, thynk when I hang on rud That I betoke thee Mary mylde: Kepe hir yit with stabull mode; She is thi moder and thou hir childe. Loke thou hir luf and be hir freynde, And abide with hir in well and wo, For to my Fader now will I weynde; Thar none of you aske wheder I go. Lord, if it be thi will, Shew us thi Fader, we thee pray. We have bene with thee in good and ill And sagh hym never, nyght ne day. Philipp, that man that may se me He seys my Fader, full of myght. Trowys thou not he dwellys in me And I in hym, if thou trow right? In his howse ar dyverse place I go to ordan for you now. Ye shall all be fulfillyd with grace; The Holy Goost I shall sende you. He shall you in youre hartys wyse In worde and dede, as I you say; With all my hart I you blys. My moder, my brethere, have all good day. Tunc vadit ad ascendendum.5 Fader of heven, with good intent I pray thee, here me specyally: From heven till erth thou me sent Thi name to preche and claryfy. Thi will have I done, all and som; In erthe will I no longere be. Opyn the clowdes, for now I com In joy and blys to dwell with thee. Et sic ascendit, cantantibus angelis “Ascendo ad patrem meum.”6 Ye men of Galylee, Wherfor mervell ye? Hevyn behold, and se How Jesus up can weynde Unto his Fader fre, Where he syttys in majesté With hym ay for to be In blys withoutten ende. And as ye sagh hym sty Into heven on hy, In flesh and fell in his body From erthe now here, Right so shall he securly Com downe agane, truly, With his woundys blody, To deme you all in fere. Mervell have no wight, No wonder of this sight, For it is thrugh his myght That all thyng may, Whatso he will by day or nyght, In hell, medyll erth, and on hight, Or yit in derknes or in light, Withoutten any nay. For he is God all-weldand, Heven and hell, both se and sand, Wod and water, fowll, fysh, and land — All is at his will. He haldys all thyng in his hand That in this warld is lyfand; Then nedys ye noght be mervelland, And for this skyll. Ryght as he from you dyd weynde, So com agane he shall In the same manere at last ende, To deme both greatt and small. Whoso his byddyng will obey And thare mys amende With hym shall have blys on hy, And won ther withoutten ende. And who that wyrk amys And theym amende will never Shall never com in heven blys, Bot to hell banyshed forever. A selcouth sight yonder now is. Behold now, I you pray: A clowde has borne my chylde to blys; Mi blyssyng bere he ever and ay. Bot son, thynk on thi moder dere That thou has laft emangys thi foes. Swete son, lett me not dwell here; Let me go with thee where thou goes. Bot John, on thee is all my trast; I pray thee, forsake me noght. Lefe Marye, be noght abast, For thi will shall ay be wroght. Here may we se and full well knaw That he is God most of myght; In hym is good we trawe, Holly to serve hym day and nyght. A mervellous sight is yone That he thus sone is taken us fro; Fro his fomen is he gone, Withoutten help of othere mo. Where is Jesus, oure master dere That here with us spake right now? A wonderfull sight men may se here. My brethere dere, how thynk you? We thynk it wonder all That oure master shuld thus go; After his help I red we call, That we may have som tokyn hym fro. A more mervell men never saw Then now is sene us here emang: From erthe till heven a man be draw With myrth of angell sang. From us, me thynk, he is full long, And yit longere I trow he will. Alas, my hart it is so strong That I ne may now wepe my fill Anone. A wonder sight it was to se When he stevynd up so sodanly To his Fader in majesté By hisself alone. Alon, forsothe, up he wentt Into heven till his Fader And no man wyst what he ment Nor how he dyd of no manere, So sodanly he was uphent In flesh and fell fro erthe up here. He saide his Fader for hym sent That maide us all to be in dwere This nyght. Nevertheles full well wote we As that he will so must it be, For all thyng is in his pausté, And that is right. Allmyghty God, how may this be? A clowde has borne my childe to blys. Now bot that I wote wheder is he My hart wold breke, well wote I this. His stevynyng up to blys in hy It is the fourt of all my joyes. Mi blyssyng barne, light on thi body. Let never thi moder be spylt with Jues. Take me to thee, my son so heynd, And let me never with Jues be lorne. Help, for my son luf, John, son kynde, For ferde that I with Jues be torne. Mi flesh it qwakys as lefe on lynde To shontt the showres sharper then thorne.7 Help me, John, if thou be kynde; My son myssyng makys me to mowrne. Youre servande, lady, he me maide, And bad me kepe you ay to qweme;8 Blythe were I, lady, myght I thee glad, And with my myght I shall thee yeme. Therfor be ferd for no kyn thyng For oght that Jues wold do you to; I shall be bayn at youre byddyng As my Lorde bad youre servande, lo. Glad am I, John, whils I have thee; More comforth bot my son can I none crave. So covers thou my care and carpys unto me, Whils I thee se, ever am I safe. Was none safe my son more trusty to me; Therfor his grace sall never fro thee go. He shall thee qwyte that died on a tre; Well mendys thou my mode when I am in wo. Let hy us fro this hill and to the towne weynde, For fere of the Jues that spitus ar and prowde. With oure dere lady I red that we weynd And pray till hir dere son hereapon lowde. To hir buxumly I red that we bende, Syn hir dere son fro us is gone in a clowde, And hertely in hast haylse we that heynde;9 To oure master is she moder, semely in shrowde. A, Marie so mylde, thee myssid we have. Was never madyn so menskfull here apon molde10 As thou art, and moder cleyne, bot this wold we crave: If this were Jesu thi son that Judas has sold, Shew us the sothe, us all may it save. We pray thee, dere lady, layn that thou nold Bot spell us oure spyryng, or els mon we rafe Bot thou witterly us wysh, so fayn wyt we wold.11 Peter, Andrew, John, and Jamys the gent, Symon, Jude, and Bartilmew the bold, And all my brethere dere that ar on this bent, Take tent to my tayll till that I have told Of my dere son what I have mentt, That hens is hevyd to his awne hold. He taght you the trouthe or he to heven went He was borne of my bosom as hisself wold. He is God and man that stevynd into heven; Preche thus to the pepyll that most ar in price.12 Sekys to thare savyng, ye apostilles aleven, To the Jues of Jerusalem as youre way lyse; Say to the cyté as I can here neven, Tell the warkys of my son warly and wyse. Byd theym be stedfast and lysten youre steven Or els be thay dampned as men full of vyce. […]

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