ANGEL [fol. 53v] 6 10 JOSEPH ANGEL 15 JOSEPH ANGEL 20 JOSEPH 26 ANGEL 30 JOSEPH 35 ANGEL 41 JOSEPH 45 50 55 MARY JOSEPH 61 MARY 65 JOSEPH MARY JOSEPH 70 75 MARY 80 85 JOSEPH 91 95 MARY 100 JOSEPH MARY 106 110 JOSEPH 115 MARY JOSEPH 120 [fol. 54v] MARY 126 130 JOSEPH 135 140 145 150 155 MARY 160 JOSEPH 165 170 175 180 [fol. 55r]

Angel Joseph Mary Incipit fugacio Iosep et Marie in Egiptum. 1 Awake, Joseph, and take intent Thou ryse and slepe nomare; If thou wyll save thyself unshent, Fownde thee fast to fare. I am an angell to thee sent, For thou shall no harmes hent, To cach thee outt of care. If thou here longer lent, For rewth thou mon repent And rew it wonder sare. A, myghtfull God, Whatever this ment, So swete of toyn? 2 Lo, Joseph, it is I: An angell send to thee. Wé, leyf, I pray thee, why? What is thy wyll with me? Hens behufys thee hy, And take with thee Mary, Also hir chyld so fre, For Herode dos to dy All knave chyldren, securly, Within two yere that be Of eld. Alas, full wo is me. Where may we beyld? Tyll Egypp shall thou fare With all the myght thou may, And Joseph, hold thee thare Tyll I wyll thee at say. This is a febyll fare: A seke man and a sare To here of sich a fray. My bonys ar bursyd and bare For to do I wold it ware Comen my last day Tyll ende. I ne wote which is the way; How shall we weynde? Therof have thou no drede; Weynd furth and leyf thi dyn; The way he shall you lede, The kyng of all mankyn. That heynd til us take hede, For I had lytyll nede Sich bargans to begyn. No wonder if I wede, I that may do no dede. How shuld I theder wyn For eld? I am full bare and thyn And all unweld. My fors me falys to fare, And sight that I shuld se. Mary, my darlyng dere, I am full wo for thee. A, leyf Joseph, what chere? Youre sorow on this manere, It mekill mervels me. Oure noyes ar neghand nere If we dwell longer here; Forthi behofes us fle And flytt. Alas, how may this be? Whatever menys it? It menys of sorow enoghe. A, dere Joseph, how so? As I lay in a swogh, Full sad slepand and thro, An angell to me drogh, As blossom bright on bogh, And told, betwix us two, That Herode wroght greatt wogh And all knave children slogh In land that he myght to, That feynd, And he thy son wold slo And shamely sheynd. My son? Alas, for care! Who may my doyllys dyll? Wo worth fals Herode are! My son why shuld he spyll? Alas, I lurk and dare. To slo this barne I bare What wight in warld had wyll? His hart shuld be full sare Sichon to forfare That never yit dyd yll Ne thoght. Now, leyfe Mary, be styll; This helpys noght. It is no boytt to grete. Truly, withoutten trayn, Oure bayll it may not beytt Bot well more make oure payn. Alas, how shuld I lete? My son that is so swete Is soght for to be slayn. Full gryle may I grete My fomen and I mete. Tell me, Joseph, with mayn, Youre red. Shortly swedyll us this swayn And fle hys dede. His ded wold I not se For all this warld to wyn. Alas, full wo were me In two if we shuld twyn; My chyld so bright of ble, To slo hym were pyté And a full hedus syn. Dere Joseph, what red ye? Tyll Egyp weynd shall we; Forthi let be thi dyn And cry. How shall we theder wyn? Fulle well wote I: The best wyse that we may. Hast us outt of this here; Ther is noght els to say Bot tytt pak up oure gere. For ferd of this affray Lett us weynd hens away, Or any do us dere. Greatt God, as he well may That shope both nyght and day, From wandreth he us were, And shame. My chyld how shuld I bere So far from hame? Alas, I am full wo; Was never wyght so wyll. God wote I may say so. I have mater thertyll, For I may unyth go To lede of land sich two. No wonder if I be wyll And sythen has many a fo. A, why wyll no ded me slo? My lyfe I lyke yll, And sare. He that all doyls may dyll He keyll my care. So wyll a wyght as I In warld was never man. Howsehold and husbandry Full sore I may it ban; That bargan dere I by. Yong men bewar, red I; Wedyng makys me all wan. Take me thi brydyll, Mary Tent thou to that page grathly, With all the craft thou can, And may He that this warld began Wysh us the way. Alas, full wo is me; Is none so wyll as I. My hart wold breke in thre My son to se hym dy. Wé, leyf Mary, lett be, And nothyng drede thou thee, Bot hard hens lett us hy To save thi foode so fre. Fast furth now lett us fle, Dere leyf; To mete with his enmy It were a greatt myschefe, And that wold I not wore, Away if we myght wyn. My hart wold be full sore In two to se you twyn. Tyll Egypp lett us fare. This pak tyll I com thare To bere I shall not blyn; Forthi have thou no care. If I may help thee mare, Thou fyndys no fawte me in, I say. God blys you more and myn, And have now all good day. Explicit fugacio Iosep et Marie in Egiptum. 3

take heed [that] harmed Hasten; travel (see note) suffer catch remain must regret it very sorely (see note); (t-note) tone sent stop You should go hence quickly is killing; (see note) male age find refuge To there feeble state of affairs sick; sore hear; disturbance bones; tired were know not proceed stop; moaning gracious one business rage go age feeble strength; fails dear greatly surprises troubles; approaching near Therefore we must flee move away means [fol. 54r] swoon sleeping deeply; soundly came between slew; (t-note) take fiend slay shamefully destroy sorrows relieve May woe come to; soon; (see note) kill cower; tremble bore creature Such a one to destroy; (see note); (t-note) dear remedy; weep deceit misery; help; (t-note) cease [lamenting] sorrowfully; weep If I should meet my enemy strength advice Quickly swaddle; boy flee from; death be parted complexion hideous sin say you To Therefore go way place quickly; (see note) fear Before; harm us created misfortune; keep; (see note) home creature; lost concern only with difficulty lead out of the land lost; (see note) then have No [one] dislike strongly sorrows; relieve May he relieve lost; creature curse dear (expensively); buy say Marriage; gloomy Give; bridle; (see note) Attend; child carefully (t-note) Show (t-note) lost strenuously from here; hurry baby beloved I would not have happen escape parted fail Therefore; worry more in every way