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				I PASTOR   Bredir in haste, takis heede and here 
				What I wille speke and specifie; 
				Sen we walke thus, withouten were, 
				What mengis my moode nowe mevyd will I. 
				Oure formefadres, faythfull in fere, 
				Bothe Osye and Isaye, 
				Preved that a prins withouten pere 
				Shulde descende doune in a lady 
				And to make mankynde clerly 
				To leche tham that are lorne; 
				And in Bedlem hereby 
				Sall that same barne by borne. 
				 
				II PASTOR   Or he be borne in burgh hereby, 
				Balaham, brothir, me have herde say, 
				A sterne shulde schyne and signifie 
				With lightfull lemes like any day. 
				And als the texte it tellis clerly 
				By witty lerned men of oure lay, 
				With his blissid bloode he shulde us by, 
				He shulde take here al of a maye. 
				I herde my syre saye 
				When he of hir was borne, 
				She shulde be als clene maye 
				As ever she was byforne. 
				 
				III PASTOR   A, mercifull maker, mekill is thy myght 
				That thus will to thi servauntes see. 
				Might we ones loke uppon that light, 
				Gladder bretheren myght no men be. 
				I have herde say, by that same light 
				The childre of Israell shulde be made free, 
				The force of the feende to felle in fighte, 
				And all his pouer excluded shulde be. 
				Wherfore, brether, I rede that wee 
				Flitte faste overe thees felles 
				To frayste to fynde oure fee 
				And talke of sumwhat ellis. 
				 
				I PASTOR   We, Hudde! 
				 
				II PASTOR                      We, howe! 
				 
				I PASTOR                                         Herkyn to me! 
				 
				II PASTOR   We, man, thou maddes all out of myght. 
				 
				I PASTOR   We, Colle! 
				 
				III PASTOR                  What care is comen to thee? 
				 
				I PASTOR   Steppe furth and stande by me right 
				And telle me than 
				Yf thou sawe evere swilke a sight. 
				 
				III PASTOR   I? Nay, certis, nor nevere no man. 
				 
				II PASTOR   Say, felowes, what, fynde yhe any feest, 
				Me falles for to have parte, pardé. 
				 
				I PASTOR   Whe, Hudde, behalde into the heste, 
				A selcouthe sight than sall thou see 
				Uppon the skye. 
				 
				II PASTOR   We, telle me, men, emang us thre, 
				Whatt garres yow stare thus sturdely? 
				 
				III PASTOR   Als lange as we have herdemen bene 
				And kepid this catell in this cloghe, 
				So selcouth a sight was nevere non sene. 
				 
				I PASTOR   We, no Colle, nowe comes it newe inowe 
				That mon we fynde; 
				. . .  
				[III PASTOR]   Itt menes some mervayle us emang, 
				Full hardely I you behete. 
				 
				I PASTOR   What it shulde mene that wate not yee, 
				For all that ye can gape and gone. 
				I can synge itt alls wele as hee, 
				And on asaie itt sall be sone 
				Proved or we passe. 
				Yf ye will helpe, halde on; late see, 
				For thus it was. 
				 
				Et tunc cantant. 
				 
				II PASTOR   Ha, ha, this was a mery note; 
				Be the dede that I sall dye 
				I have so crakid in my throte 
				That my lippis are nere drye. 
				 
				III PASTOR   I trowe thou royse, 
				For what it was fayne witte walde I 
				That tille us made this noble noyse. 
				 
				I PASTOR   An aungell brought us tythandes newe 
				A babe in Bedlem shulde be borne, 
				Of whom than spake oure prophecie trewe, 
				And bad us mete hym thare this morne, 
				That mylde of mode. 
				I walde giffe hym bothe hatte and horne, 
				And I myght fynde that frely foode. 
				 
				III PASTOR   Hym for to fynde has we no drede; 
				I sall you telle achesoune why: 
				Yone sterne to that Lorde sall us lede. 
				 
				II PASTOR   Ya, thou sais soth, go we forthy 
				Hym to honnour 
				And make myrthe and melody 
				With sange to seke oure Savyour. 
				 
				Et tunc cantant. 
				 
				I PASTOR   Breder, bees all blythe and glad,  
				Here is the burgh ther we shulde be. 
				 
				II PASTOR  : In that same steede now are we stadde; 
				Tharefore I will go seke and see. 
				Slike happe of heele nevere herdemen hadde. 
				Loo, here is the house, and here is hee. 
				 
				III PASTOR   Ya, forsothe this is the same, 
				Loo! whare that Lorde is layde 
				Betwyxe two bestis tame, 
				Right als tha aungell saide. 
				 
				I PASTOR   The aungell saide that he shulde save 
				This worlde and all that wonnes therin; 
				Therfore yf I shulde oght aftir crave 
				To wirshippe hym I will begynne. 
				Sen I am but a symple knave, 
				Thof all I come of curtayse kynne, 
				Loo, here slyke harnays as I have, 
				A baren broche by a belle of tynne 
				At youre bosom to be, 
				And whenne ye shall welde all, 
				Gud Sonne, forgete noght me 
				Yf any fordele falle. 
				 
				II PASTOR   Thou Sonne, that shall save bothe see and sande, 
				Se to me sen I have thee soght, 
				I am ovir poure to make presande 
				Als myn harte wolde, and I had ought. 
				Two cobill notis uppon a bande, 
				Loo, litill babe, what I have broght, 
				And whan ye sall be Lorde in lande, 
				Dose goode agayne, forgete me noght, 
				For I have herde declared 
				Of connyng clerkis and clene 
				That bountith askis rewarde, 
				Nowe watte ye what I mene. 
				 
				III PASTOR   Nowe loke on me, my Lorde dere; 
				Thof all I putte me noght in pres, 
				Ye are a prince withouten pere, 
				I have no presentte that you may plees. 
				But lo, an horne spone, that have I here, 
				And it will herbar fourty pese; 
				This will I giffe you with gud chere, 
				Slike novelté may noght disease. 
				Farewele thou swete swayne, 
				God graunte us levyng lange, 
				And go we hame agayne 
				And make mirthe as we gange. 
				
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				Brothers; hear; (t-note) 
				 
				doubt 
				unsettles 
				forefathers; altogether; (see note) 
				Hosea; Isaiah 
				Proved; prince; peer; (t-note) 
				 
				clean (sinless) 
				cure 
				Bethlehem 
				child be 
				 
				town; (t-note) 
				heard 
				star; (see note) 
				bright beams 
				 
				law 
				buy [back] (redeem) 
				maid; (t-note) 
				master 
				 
				clean maid (virgin); (see note) 
				before 
				 
				creator; (t-note) 
				 
				once 
				 
				 
				 
				to overcome; (see note) 
				 
				advise 
				hills 
				try; livestock 
				else 
				 
				Whee; (see note); (t-note) 
				 
				pay attention 
				 
				 
				 
				act badly 
				 
				(see note) 
				 
				 
				 
				near me 
				(t-note) 
				(see note) 
				 
				(t-note) 
				 
				feast (revels) 
				I ought to have a; by God 
				 
				east 
				marvelous 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				kept; livestock; valley 
				 
				 
				suddenly 
				(t-note) 
				[pages missing; see note] 
				omen; among; (t-note) 
				boldly; assure 
				 
				know 
				and do 
				 
				on a try; soon 
				ere 
				hold on [to your note] 
				 
				 
				And then they sing; (t-note) 
				 
				 
				death 
				(see note) 
				 
				 
				think you talk nonsense 
				gladly know 
				to us; musical sound 
				 
				 
				 
				truthfully 
				meet 
				mood 
				would give 
				noble child; (see note); (t-note) 
				 
				 
				reason 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				(t-note) 
				 
				And then they sing; (t-note) 
				 
				Brothers 
				(t-note) 
				 
				place; stopped 
				 
				luck; well-being 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				lives 
				 
				(t-note) 
				peasant 
				kinfolk 
				such [household] gear 
				poor brooch; tin; (see note) 
				 
				wield (control) all [things] 
				God’s (or ?Good); (t-note) 
				advantage 
				 
				sea; (t-note) 
				 
				overly poor; present 
				heart would wish, if 
				hazelnuts; (see note) 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				pure 
				bounty; (t-note) 
				 
				 
				(t-note) 
				Though I don’t mean to push myself forward 
				equal 
				please 
				spoon; (see note) 
				contain; peas 
				 
				displease 
				(t-note) 
				living long 
				 
				go; (see note); (t-note) 
				
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