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				JOSEPH   All weldand God in Trinité, 
				I praye thee, Lord, for thy grete myght, 
				Unto thy symple servand see, 
				Here in this place wher we are pight, 
				Oureself allone; 
				Lord, graunte us gode herberow this nyght 
				Within this wone. 
				 
				For we have sought bothe uppe and doune 
				Thurgh diverse stretis in this cité; 
				So mekill pepull is comen to towne 
				That we can nowhare herbered be, 
				There is slike prees. 
				Forsuthe I can no socoure see 
				But belde us with there bestes. 
				 
				And yf we here all nyght abide 
				We schall be stormed in this steede; 
				The walles are doune on ilke a side, 
				The ruffe is rayved aboven oure hede, 
				Als have I roo. 
				Say, Marie, doughtir, what is thy rede? 
				How sall we doo? 
				 
				For in grete nede nowe are we stedde, 
				As thou thyselffe the soth may see, 
				For here is nowthir cloth ne bedde, 
				And we are weyke and all werie 
				And fayne wolde rest. 
				Now, gracious God, for thy mercie, 
				Wisse us the best. 
				 
				MARIA   God will us wisse, full wele witt ye; 
				Therfore, Joseph, be of gud chere, 
				For in this place borne will he be 
				That sall us save fro sorowes sere, 
				Bothe even and morne. 
				Sir, witte ye wele the tyme is nere, 
				He will be borne. 
				 
				JOSEPH   Than behoves us bide here stille, 
				Here in this same place all this nyght. 
				 
				MARIA   Ya, sir, forsuth it is Goddis will. 
				 
				JOSEPH   Than wolde I fayne we had sum light, 
				What so befall. 
				It waxis right myrke unto my sight 
				And colde withall. 
				 
				I will go gete us light forthy, 
				And fewell fande with me to bryng. 
				 
				MARIA   All weldand God, yow governe and gy, 
				As he is sufferayne of all thyng, 
				For his grete myght; 
				And lende me grace to his lovyng 
				That I me dight. 
				 
				Nowe in my sawle grete joie have I: 
				I am all cladde in comforte clere. 
				Now will be borne of my body 
				Both God and man togedir in feere. 
				Blist mott he be. 
				Jesu, my Sone that is so dere, 
				Nowe borne is he. 
				 
				Hayle, my Lord God, hayle prince of pees, 
				Hayle my Fadir, and hayle my Sone, 
				Hayle sovereyne sege all synnes to sesse, 
				Hayle God and man in erth to wonne! 
				Hayle, thurgh whos myht 
				All this worlde was first begonne, 
				Merknes and light. 
				 
				Sone, as I am sympill sugett of thyne, 
				Vowchesaffe, swete Sone I praye thee, 
				That I myght thee take in the armys of myne, 
				And in this poure wede to arraie thee. 
				Graunte me thi bliss 
				As I am thy modir chosen to be 
				In sothfastnesse. 
				 
				JOSEPH   A, Lorde God, what the wedir is colde, 
				The fellest freese that evere I felyd; 
				I pray God helpe tham that is alde 
				And namely tham that is unwelde, 
				So may I saie. 
				Now, gud God thou be my bilde, 
				As thou best may. 
				 
				A, Lord God, what light is this 
				That comes shynyng thus sodenly? 
				I cannot saie, als have I blisse, 
				When I come home unto Marie 
				Than sall I spirre. 
				A, here be God, for nowe come I. 
				 
				MARIA   Ye ar welcum, sirre. 
				 
				JOSEPH   Say, Marie doghtir, what chere with thee? 
				 
				MARIA   Right goode, Joseph, as has been ay. 
				 
				JOSEPH   O, Marie, what swete thyng is that on thy kne? 
				 
				MARIA   It is my Sone, the soth to saye, 
				That is so gud. 
				 
				JOSEPH   Wele is me I bade this day 
				To se this foode. 
				 
				Me merveles mekill of this light 
				That thusgates shynes in this place, 
				Forsuth it is a selcouth sight. 
				 
				MARIA   This hase he ordand of his grace, 
				My Sone so ying, 
				A starne to be shynyng a space 
				At his bering. 
				 
				For Balam tolde ful longe beforne 
				How that a sterne shulde rise full hye, 
				And of a maiden shulde be borne 
				A Sonne that sall oure saffyng be 
				Fro caris kene. 
				Forsuth it is my Sone so free, 
				Be whame Balam gon meene. 
				 
				JOSEPH   Nowe, welcome, floure fairest of hewe, 
				I shall thee menske with mayne and myght. 
				Hayle, my maker, hayle Crist Jesu, 
				Hayle, riall kyng, roote of all right; 
				Hayle, Saveour, 
				Hayle, my Lorde, lemer of light, 
				Hayle, blessid floure. 
				 
				MARIA   Nowe Lord that all this worlde schall wynne, 
				To thee my Sone is that I saye, 
				Here is no bedde to laye thee inne; 
				Therfore my dere Sone, I thee praye, 
				Sen it is soo, 
				Here in this cribbe I myght thee lay 
				Betwene ther bestis two. 
				 
				And I sall happe thee, myn owne dere childe, 
				With such clothes as we have here. 
				 
				JOSEPH   O Marie, beholde thes beestis mylde, 
				They make lovyng in ther manere 
				As thei wer men. 
				Forsothe it semes wele be ther chere 
				Thare Lorde thei ken. 
				 
				MARIA   Ther Lorde thai kenne, that wate I wele, 
				They worshippe hym with myght and mayne. 
				The wedir is colde, as ye may feele, 
				To halde hym warme thei are full fayne 
				With thare warme breth, 
				And oondis on hym, is noght to layne, 
				To warm hym with. 
				 
				O, nowe slepis my Sone, blist mot he be, 
				And lyes full warme ther bestis bytwene. 
				 
				JOSEPH   O nowe is fulfillid, forsuth I see, 
				That Abacuc in mynde gon mene 
				And prechid by prophicie. 
				He saide oure Savyoure shall be sene 
				Betwene bestis lye, 
				 
				And now I see the same in sight. 
				 
				MARIA   Ya, sir, forsuth the same is he. 
				 
				JOSEPH   Honnoure and worshippe both day and nyght 
				Aylastand Lorde, be done to thee 
				Allway as is worthy, 
				And Lord, to thy service I oblissh me 
				With all myn herte holy. 
				 
				MARIA   Thou mercyfull maker, most myghty, 
				My God, my Lorde, my Sone so free, 
				Thy handemayden forsoth am I, 
				And to thi service I oblissh me 
				With all myn herte entere. 
				Thy blissing, beseke I thee, 
				Thou graunte us all in feere. 
				
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				powerful; (see note); (t-note) 
				 
				take notice 
				placed 
				 
				shelter 
				place 
				 
				 
				streets 
				many 
				accommodated 
				such a press [of people] 
				 
				for us to stay; animals 
				 
				 
				exposed to the weather; place 
				 
				roof is open; head 
				hope to have peace 
				advice 
				 
				 
				situated 
				 
				bedclothes 
				weary 
				 
				 
				Guide 
				 
				guide; know 
				 
				 
				many 
				 
				near 
				 
				 
				abide 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				be glad [if]; some; (see note) 
				 
				dark 
				 
				 
				 
				fuel find 
				 
				guide 
				sovereign 
				(t-note) 
				praise 
				 
				 
				soul; (see note) 
				 
				 
				 
				Blessed 
				 
				 
				 
				peace 
				 
				man; cease 
				live 
				might 
				 
				Darkness 
				 
				humble subject 
				 
				 
				garment to dress 
				 
				mother 
				truth 
				 
				weather; (t-note) 
				worst freeze; felt 
				old 
				weak 
				(t-note) 
				support 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				 
				 
				 
				ask 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				truth 
				good (healthy) 
				 
				Happy am I 
				infant; (see note) 
				 
				marvel greatly 
				in this manner 
				wondrous 
				 
				 
				young 
				star; (see note) 
				birth 
				 
				Balaam 
				 
				 
				salvation 
				From cares (suffering) sharp 
				 
				Of whom; meant 
				 
				flower; hue; (see note) 
				worship 
				(see note) 
				royal 
				 
				source of radiance 
				 
				 
				gain 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				animals 
				 
				wrap 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				praise 
				were 
				by their 
				know 
				 
				know I well 
				 
				 
				keep; determined 
				their 
				breathe; hide 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				Habakkuk; had meant 
				 
				 
				lying 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				offered 
				 
				oblige 
				heart wholly 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				 
				 
				entirely 
				beseech 
				together; (t-note) 
				
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