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Suspencio Jude. 1 Alas, alas and walaway! Waryd and cursyd I have beyn ay. I slew my father and syn bylay My moder der, And falsly aftur I can betray Myn awn mayster. My fathers name was Ruben right, Sibaria my moder hight; Als he her knew apon a nyght All fleshlé, In her sleyp sche se a sighte, A great ferlé. Her thoght ther lay her syd within A lothly lumpe of fleshly syn, Of the which distruccion schuld begyn Of all Jury; That cursyd clott of Camys kyn Forsoth was I. Dreyd of that sight mad her awake, And all hir body did tremyll and qwake; Her thoght hir hert did all to-brake. No wonder was The first word my moder spake Was “alas, alas.” “Alas, alas” sche cryed faste, With that on weping owt sche braste. My father wakyd at the laste And her afranyd; Sche told hym how she was agaste And nothyng laynyd. My father bad “let be thy woo. My cowncel is, if hit be soo A child be gettyn betwixt hus too, Doghter or son, Lett hit never on erth go Bot be fordon. Bettur hit is fordon to be Then hit fordo both thee and me, For in a while then schall we se And full well knaw Wheder that swevyns be vanité Or on to traw.” The tyme was comyn that I was borne Os my moder sayd beforn. Alas, that I had beyn forlorn Within hir syd, For ther then spronge a schrewid thorn That spred full wyd. For I was born withowtyn grace, Thay me namyd and callyd Judas. The father of the child ay hays Great petye; He myght not thoyle afor his face My deth to se. My ded to se then myght he noght. A lytyll lep he gart be wroght And ther I was in bed broght And bondon faste; To the salt se then thay soght And in me caste. The wawes rosse, the wynd blew; That I was cursyd full well thai knew. The storme unto the yle me threw, That lytill botte, And of that land my to-name drew: Judas Skariott. Thor os wrekke in sand I lay, 2 The qweyn com passyng theraway With hir madyns to sport and play. And prevaly A child sche fond in slyk aray And had ferly. Neverthelesse sche was well payd And on hir lap sche me layd; Sche me kissid and with me playd For I was fayre. “A child God hays me send,” sche sayd, “To be myn ayre.” Sche mad me be to norice done And fosterd os hir awn son, And told the kyng that sche had gon All the yer with child, And with fayr wordys os wemen con Sche hym begild. Then the kyng gart mak a fest To all the land of the best, For that he had gettyn a gest, A swetly thyng, When he wer ded and broght to rest, That myght be kyng. Sone aftur, within yers too, In the land hit befell soo The qweyn hirself with child can goo. A son sche bayr; A fayrer child from tope to too Man never se ayre. Finis huius. 3

Afflicted and cursed; always; t-note then lay with; t-note mother dear master named t-note sleep; she saw wonder loathly Jewry clot (lump); Cain’s kin; (see note) Dread; made; t-note tremble heart; break [to pieces] weeping; burst finally awoke questioned aghast concealed bade counsel; it; t-note between us two Daughter destroyed Better destroy t-note Whether dreams are false to believe in [them] As been lost side dangerous wide Because; t-note; (see note) always has; (see note) pity suffer death death basket; he had made bound securely sea; approached threw waves rose isle little boat surname; (see note) Judas Iscariot queen; in that direction her maidens alone found; such [miserable] condition wonder pleased t-note fair has heir had me nurtured fostered as her own son gone year [such] as women know tricked (see note) begotten a guest sweet little thing dead two years it so happened got with child bore fairer; head to toe saw before; t-note