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				Joseph 
				Mary 
				Angel 
				 
				Allmyghty God, what may this be? 
				Of Mary my wyfe mervels me: 
				Alas, what has she wroght? 
				A, hyr body is grete and she with childe. 
				For me was she never fylyd; 
				Therfor myin is it noght. 
				 
				I irke full sore with my lyfe 
				That ever I wed so yong a wyfe; 
				That bargan may I ban. 
				To me it was a carefull dede. 
				I myght well wyt that yowthede 
				Wold have lykyng of man. 
				 
				I am old, sothly to say. 
				Passed I am all prevay play; 
				The gams fro me ar gane. 
				It is ill cowpled of youth and elde. 
				I wote well, for I am unwelde, 
				Som othere has she tane. 
				 
				She is with chyld, I wote never how. 
				Now who wold any woman trow? 
				Certys, no man that can any goode. 
				I wote not in the warld what I shuld do, 
				Bot now then wyll I weynd hyr to 
				And wytt who owe that foode. 
				 
				Hayll, Mary, and well ye be. 
				Why, bot woman, what chere with thee? 
				The better, syr, for you. 
				So wold I, woman, that ye wore, 
				Bot certys, Mary, I rew full sore 
				It standys so with thee now. 
				 
				Bot of a thyng frayn thee I shall: 
				Who owe this child thou gose withall? 
				Syr, ye and God of heven. 
				Myne, Mary? Do way thi dyn. 
				That I shuld oght have parte therin 
				Thou nedys it not to neven. 1 
				 
				Wherto nevyns thou me therto? 
				I had never with thee to do. 
				How shuld it then be myne? 
				Whos is that chyld, so God thee spede? 
				Syr, Godys and yowrs, withouten drede. 
				That word had thou to tyne, 
				 
				For it is right full far me fro, 
				And I forthynkys thou has done so 
				Thise ill dedys bedene, 
				And if thou speke thiself to spyll 
				It is full sore agans my wyll, 
				If better myght have bene. 
				 
				At Godys wyll, Joseph, must it be, 
				For certanly bot God and ye 
				I know none othere man, 
				For fleshly was I never fylyd. 
				How shuld thou thus then be with chyld? 
				Excuse thee well thou can. 
				 
				I blame thee not, so God me save, 
				Woman maners if that thou have, 
				Bot certys, I say thee this: 
				Well wote thou, and so do I, 
				Thi body fames thee openly 
				That thou has done amys. 
				 
				Yee, God he knowys all my doyng. 
				Wé, now, this is a wonder thyng. 
				I can noght say therto 
				Bot in my hart I have greatt care, 
				And ay the longer mare and mare. 
				For doyll what shall I do? 
				 
				Godys and myn she says it is. 
				I wyll not fader it; she says amys. 
				For shame, yit shuld she let 
				To excuse hir velany by me? 
				With hir I thynk no longer be; 
				I rew that ever we met. 
				 
				And how we met ye shall wyt sone. 
				Men use yong chyldren for to done 
				In temple for to lere; 2 
				Soo dyd thay hir to she wex more 
				Then othere madyns wyse of lore. 
				Then byshopes sayd to hir, 
				 
				“Mary, thee behowfys to take 
				Som yong man to be thi make, 
				As thou seys other hane, 
				In the temple which thou wyll neven.” 
				And she sayd, “none bot God of heven,” 
				To hym she had hir tane. 
				 
				She wold none othere for any sagh. 
				Thay sayd she must, it was the lagh; 
				She was of age thertill. 
				To the temple thay somond old and ying, 
				All of Juda ofspryng, 
				The law for to fulfill. 
				 
				Thay gaf ich man a white wand 
				And bad us bere them in oure hande 
				To offre with good intent. 
				Thay offerd thare yerdys up in that tyde. 
				For I was old I stode besyde; 
				I wyst not what thay ment. 
				 
				Thay lakyd oone, thay sayde in hy. 
				All had offerd, thay sayd, bot I, 
				For I ay withdrogh me. 
				Furth with my wande thay mayd me com; 
				In my hand it floryshed with blome. 
				Then sayde thay all to me, 
				 
				“If thou be old, mervell not thee, 
				For God of heven thus ordans he: 
				Thi wand shewys openly; 
				It florishes so withouten nay 
				That thee behovys wed Mary the may.” 
				A sory man then was I. 
				 
				I was full sory in my thoght. 
				I sayde for old I myght noght 
				Hir have never-the-wheder; 
				I was unlykely to hir so yong. 
				Thay sayde ther helpyd none excusyng 
				And wed us thus togeder. 
				 
				When I all thus had wed hir thare, 
				We and foure madyns home can fare 
				That kyngys doghters were. 
				All wroght thay sylk to fynd them on; 3 
				Marie wroght purpyll, the oder none 
				Bot othere colers sere. 
				 
				I left thaym in good peasse, wenyd I. 
				Into the contré I went on hy 
				My craft to use with mayn; 
				To gett oure lyfyng I must nede. 
				On Marie I prayd them take good hede 
				To that I cam agane. 
				 
				Neyn monethes was I fro that myld; 
				When I cam home, she was with chyld. 
				Alas, I sayd, for shame. 
				I askyd ther women who that had done 
				And thay me sayde an angell sone 
				Syn that I went from hame. 
				 
				“An angell spake with that wyght 
				And no man els, bi day nor nyght, 
				Sir, therof be ye bold.” 
				Thay excusyd hir thus sothly 
				To make hir clene of hir foly 
				And babyshed me that was old. 
				 
				Shuld an angell this dede have wroght? 
				Sich excusyng helpys noght, 
				For no craft that thay can. 
				A hevenly thyng forsothe is he 
				And she is erthly; this may not be, 
				It is som othere man. 
				 
				Certys, I forthynk sore of hir dede 
				Bot it is long of yowthhede 
				All sich wanton playes, 
				For yong women wyll nedys play them 
				With yong men if old forsake them; 
				Thus it is sene always. 
				 
				Bot Marie and I playd never so sam. 
				Never togeder we usid that gam; 
				I cam hir never so nere. 
				 
				She is as clene as cristall clyfe 
				For me, and shal be whyls I lyf. 
				The law wyll it be so, 
				And then am I cause of hir dede; 
				Forthi then can I now no rede. 
				Alas, what I am wo. 
				 
				And sothly if it so befall 
				Godys son that she be with all, 
				If sich grace myght betyde, 
				I wote well that I am not he 
				Which that is worthi to be 
				That blyssed body besyde, 
				 
				Nor yit to be in company. 
				To wyldernes I will forthi 
				Enfors me for to fare, 
				And never longer with hir dele, 
				Bot stylly shall I from hir stele 
				That mete shall we no mare. 
				 
				Do wa, Joseph, and mend thy thoght. 
				I warne thee well and weynd thou noght 
				To wyldernes so wylde. 
				Turne home to thi spouse agane; 
				Look thou deme in hir no trane, 
				For she was never fylde. 
				 
				Wyte thou no wyrkyng of werkys wast; 
				She hase consavyd the Holy Gast, 
				And she shall bere Godys son. 
				Forthy with hir in thi degré 
				Meke and buxom looke thou be, 
				And with hir dwell and won. 
				 
				A, Lord, I lofe thee all alon 
				That vowches safe that I be oone 
				To tent that chyld so ying, 
				I that thus have ungrathly gone 
				And untruly taken apon 
				Mary, that dere darlyng. 
				 
				I rewe full sore that I have sayde 
				And of hir byrdyng hir upbrade, 
				And she not gylty is. 
				Forthy to hir now wyll I weynde 
				And pray hir for to be my freynde 
				And aske hir forgyfnes. 
				 
				A, Mary, wyfe, what chere? 
				The better, syr, that ye ar here. 
				Thus long where have ye lent? 
				Certys, walkyd aboute lyke a fon 
				That wrangwysly hase taken apon. 
				I wyst never what I ment. 
				 
				Bot I wote well, my lemman fre, 
				I have trespast to God and thee. 
				Forgyf me, I thee pray. 
				Now all that ever ye sayde me to, 
				God forgyf you, and I do 
				With all the myght I may. 
				 
				Gramercy, Mary, thi good wyll, 
				So kyndly forgyfys that I sayde yll 
				When I can thee upbrade. 
				Bot well is hym hase sich a fode, 
				A meke wyf withouten goode; 
				He may well hold hym payde. 
				 
				A, what I am light as lynde. 
				He that may both lowse and bynde 
				And every mys amend 
				Leyn me grace powere and myght 
				My wyfe and hir swete yong wight 
				To kepe to my lyfys ende. 
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				[fol. 29v] 
				amazes 
				done 
				large; (see note) 
				By me; violated 
				mine 
				 
				feel deeply troubled by 
				 
				business; curse 
				 
				know; youth; (see note) 
				 
				 
				 
				sexual intimacy 
				games; gone 
				 
				impotent 
				taken 
				 
				know not 
				trust 
				 
				 
				go to her 
				owns; child; (see note) 
				 
				(see note) 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				I will inquire [of] you 
				 
				 
				Stop your noise 
				 
				mention 
				 
				Why name 
				 
				 
				 
				doubtless 
				forget 
				 
				has nothing to do with me 
				regret that 
				together 
				destroy; (see note) 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				except for 
				 
				defiled 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				Women’s 
				 
				 
				defames 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				say nothing 
				 
				more and more 
				sorrow; (see note) 
				 
				mine 
				speaks falsely 
				 
				villainy 
				(t-note) 
				regret 
				 
				(see note) 
				 
				teach 
				until she grew 
				learning 
				 
				 
				you should 
				mate 
				As you see others have done 
				name 
				 
				taken 
				 
				(see note) 
				law 
				for that 
				summoned 
				 
				 
				 
				gave 
				 
				 
				wands; time 
				Because 
				knew 
				 
				lacked; in haste 
				 
				withdrew 
				 
				flourished; bloom 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				doubt 
				you should; maid 
				sorry 
				 
				 
				because of my age 
				nonetheless 
				unsuitable 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				maidens; go; (t-note) 
				 
				(see note) 
				others 
				various other colors 
				 
				I thought 
				in haste 
				might 
				living 
				 
				Until 
				 
				mild one; (t-note) 
				 
				 
				 
				soon 
				since 
				 
				creature 
				 
				confident 
				 
				 
				scorned 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				truly 
				 
				 
				 
				Certainly; regret 
				because of youth 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				together; (see note) 
				 
				 
				 
				cut crystal 
				 
				(see note) 
				death 
				advice 
				 
				 
				truly 
				 
				occur 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				therefore 
				Force myself to go 
				 
				stealthily; steal 
				(see note) 
				 
				away 
				 
				 
				 
				consider; treachery 
				defiled 
				 
				Blame no doing of idle deeds 
				conceived by; (see note); (t-note) 
				 
				Therefore 
				 
				live 
				 
				 
				grants 
				attend to; young 
				wrongly 
				dealt with 
				 
				 
				deeply regret that which 
				birthing; reproached 
				 
				Therefore; go 
				beg 
				forgiveness 
				 
				 
				 
				been 
				fool 
				wrongly 
				knew 
				 
				beloved 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				thank you [for] 
				 
				 
				[who] has such a person 
				without possessions 
				well-paid (lucky) 
				 
				linden tree; (see note) 
				(see note) 
				sin 
				Give 
				 
				 
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