[fol. 21r] PHARAOH 5 10 15 20 [fol. 21v] SOLDIER 1 26 PHARAOH 30 SOLDIER 2 35 40 PHARAOH SOLDIER 1 45 50 PHARAOH SOLDIER 2 55 60 PHARAOH 65 SOLDIER 1 70 PHARAOH [fol. 22r] 76 80 SOLDIER 2 PHARAOH 86 SOLDIER 1 MOSES 90 95 100 105 GOD 110 115 120 125 130 [fol. 22v] 135 140 MOSES 145 GOD 150 MOSES 155 GOD 160 165 170 175 MOSES 180 GOD 186 MOSES 190 GOD MOSES 195 200 BOY 1 BOY 2 206 MOSES 210 BOY 1 216 MOSES PHARAOH MOSES 220 PHARAOH 225 MOSES PHARAOH 230 SOLDIER 1 235 PHARAOH MOSES 240 PHARAOH MOSES [fol. 23v] 245 250 PHARAOH MOSES 255 PHARAOH 260 MOSES SOLDIER 1 266 PHARAOH SOLDIER 2 271 PHARAOH SOLDIER 1 275 PHARAOH 280 SOLDIER 2 SOLDIER 1 286 SOLDIER 2 290 PHARAOH SOLDIER 1 295 MOSES 300 SOLDIER 2 PHARAOH SOLDIER 1 305 SOLDIER 2 PHARAOH 311 SOLDIER 1 315 PHARAOH SOLDIER 2 321 MOSES SOLDIER 1 PHARAOH SOLDIER 2 330 PHARAOH SOLDIER 1 335 PHARAOH SOLDIER 2 340 PHARAOH SOLDIER 1 345 SOLDIER 2 PHARAOH SOLDIER 1 SOLDIER 2 351 SOLDIER 1 PHARAOH SOLDIER 1 355 PHARAOH SOLDIER 1 360 PHARAOH 365 SOLDIER 2 MOSES 370 BOY 1 375 MOSES BOY 2 381 BOY 1 385 MOSES 390 BOY 2 SOLDIER 1 PHARAOH SOLDIER 2 PHARAOH SOLDIER 1 PHARAOH 400 SOLDIER 2 405 SOLDIER 1 PHARAOH 411 MOSES 415 BOY 1 420 MOSES 425 430

Pharaoh Soldier 1 Soldier 2 Moses God Boy 1 Boy 2 Incipit Pharao. 1 Peas! Of payn that no man pas, 2 Bot kepe the course that I commaunde, And take good hede of hym that has Youre helth all holy in hys hande. For Kyng Pharro my fader was, And led thys lordshyp of thys land. I am hys hayre, as age wyll asse, Ever in stede to styr or stand; All Egypt is myne awne To leede aftyr my law. I wold my myght were knawne And honoryd as hyt awe. Full low he shall be thrawne That harkyns not my sawe, Hanged hy and drawne, Therfor no boste ye blaw. Bot as for kyng I commaund peasse To all the people of thys empyre. Looke no man put hymself in preasse Bot that wyll do as I desyre, And of youre wordys look that ye seasse; Take tent to me, youre soferand syre, That may youre comfort most increasse, And to my lyst bowe lyfe and lyre. 3 My lord, if any here were That wold not wyrk youre wyll, If we myght com thaym nere, Full soyn we shuld theym spyll. Thrughout my kyngdom wold I ken, And kun hym thank that wold me tell, If any were so waryd men That wold my fors downe fell. My lord, ye have a maner of men That make great mastrés us emell: The Jues that won in Gersen. Thay ar callyd chyldyr of Israel; Thay multyplye full fast, And sothly we suppose That shall ever last, Oure lordshyp for to lose. Why, how have thay sych gawdys begun? Ar thay of myght to make sych frayes? Yei, lord, full fell folk ther was fun In Kyng Pharao youre fader dayes. Thay cam of Joseph, was Jacob son; He was a prince worthy to prayse. And sythen in ryst have thay ay ron. 4 Thus ar thay lyke to lose youre layse; Thay wyll confound you cleyn Bot if thay soner sesse. 5 What, devyll, is that thay meyn, That thay so fast incresse? How thay incres full well we ken, As oure faders dyd understand. Thay were bot sexty and ten When thay fyrst cam into thys land, Sythen have sojerned in Gersen Foure hundreth wynter, I dar warand; Now ar thay nowmbred of myghty men Moo then thre hundreth thousand, Wythouten wyfe and chyld Or hyrdys that kepe thare fee. How thus myght we be begyld? Bot shall it not be, For wyth quantyse we shall thaym quell So that thay shall not far sprede. My lord, we have hard oure faders tell, And clerkys that well couth rede, Ther shuld a man walk us amell That shuld fordo us and oure dede. Fy, on hym to the devyll of hell! Sych destyny wyll we not drede. We shal make mydwyfys to spyll them Where any Ebrew is borne, And all menkynde to kyll them; So shall thay soyn be lorne. And as for elder have I none awe; Sych bondage shall I to thaym beyde, To dyke and delf, bere and draw, And to do all unhonest deyde, So shall these laddys be halden law, In thraldom ever thare lyfe to leyde. Now, certys, thys was a sotell saw; Thus shall these folk no farthere sprede. Now help to hald theym downe; Look I no fayntnes fynde. All redy, lord, we shall be bowne In bondage thaym to bynde. Tunc intrat Moyses cum virga in manu, etc. 6 Gret God that all thys warld began, And growndyd it in good degré, Thou mayde me, Moyses, unto man And sythen thou savyd me from the se. Kyng Pharao had commawndyd than Ther shuld no man chyld savyd be; Agans hys wyll away I wan. Thus has God shewed hys myght for me. Now am I sett to kepe Under thys montayn syde Byshope Jettyr shepe, To better may betyde. A, Lord, grete is thy myght; What man may of yond mervell meyn? Yonder I se a selcowth syght, Sych on in warld was never seyn: A bush I se burnand full bryght And ever elyke the leyfes ar greyn. If it be wark of warldly wyght I wyll go wyt, wythoutyn weyn. Moyses, Moyses! Hic properat ad rubrum et dicit ei Deus, etc. 7                              Moyses, com not to nere Bot styll in that stede thou dwell, And harkyn unto me here; Take tent what I thee tell. Do of thy shoyes in fere Wyth mowth as I thee mell. The place thou standys in there Forsothe is halowd well. I am thy Lord, wythouten lak, To lengthe thi lyfe even as I lyst; I am God that som tyme spake To thyn elders as thay wyst, To Abraam and Isaac, And Jacob I sayde shuld be blyst, And multytude of them to make So that thare seyde shuld not be myst, Bot now thys kyng Pharao He hurtys my folk so fast, If that I suffre hym so Thare seyde shuld soyne be past. Bot I wyll not so do, In me if thay wyll trast, Bondage to bryng thaym fro. Therfor thou go in hast, To do my message have in mynde, To hym that me sych harme mase. Thou speke to hym wyth wordys heynde So that he let my people pas, To wyldernes that thay may weynde, To worshyp me as I wyll asse. Agans my wyll if that thay leynd, Ful soyn hys song shall be “alas.” A, Lord, pardon me wyth thy leyf. That lynage luffys me noght; Gladly thay wold me greyf If I sych bodworde broght. Good Lord, lett som othere frast That has more fors the folke to fere. Moyses, be thou nott abast. My bydyng shall thou boldly bere; If thay with wrong away wold wrast, Outt of the way I shall thee were. Good Lord, thay wyll not me trast For all the othes that I can swere; To neven sych noytys newe To folk of wykyd wyll Wythouten tokyn trew, Thay wyll not tent thertyll. If that he wyll not understand, Thys tokyn trew that I shall sent: Afore the kyng cast downe thy wand And it shall turne to a serpent; Then take the tayll agane in hand, Boldly up look thou it hent, And in the state that thou it fand Then shal it turne by myne intent. Sythen hald thy hand soyn in thy barme And as a lepre it shal be lyke, And hole agane withouten harme. Lo, my tokyns shal be slyke, And if he wyll not suffre then My people for to pas in peasse, I shall send venyance, neyn or ten, Shall sowe full sore or I seasse; Bot the Ebrewes won in Jessen Shall not be merkyd with that measse; As long as thay my lawes wyll ken, Thare comforth shall ever increasse. A, lord, to luf thee aght us well, That makys thy folk thus free. I shall unto thaym tell As thou has told to me. Bot to the kyng, Lord, when I com, If he aske what is thy name And I stand styll both deyf and dom, How shuld I skape withoutten blame? I say thee thus: Ego sum qui sum; I am he that is the same. If thou can nother muf nor mom I shall sheld thee from shame. I understand full well thys thyng; I go, Lord, with all the myght in me. Be bold in my blyssyng; Thi socoure shall I be. A, Lord of luf, leyn me thy lare That I may truly talys tell. To my freyndys now wyll I fare, The chosyn childre of Israell, To tell theym comforth of thare care, In dawngere ther as thay dwell. God manteyn you evermare, And mekyll myrth be you emell. A, master Moyses dere, Oure myrth is all mowrnyng; Full hard halden ar we here As carls under the kyng. We may mowrn both more and myn. Ther is no man that oure myrth mase, Bot syn we ar all of a kyn God send us comforth in thys case. Brethere, of youre mowrnyng blyn; God wyll delyver you thrugh his grace, Out of this wo he wyll you wyn And put you to youre pleassyng place, For I shall carp unto the kyng And fownd full soyn to make you free. God graunt you good weyndyng And evermore with you be. Kyng Pharao, to me take tent. Why, boy, what tythyngys can thou tell? From God hymself hydder am I sent To foche the chyldre of Israell; To wyldernes he wold thay went. Yei, weynd thee to the devyll of hell. I gyf no force what he has ment. In my dangere, herst thou, shall thay dwell And, fature, for thy sake Thay shalbe put to pyne. Then wyll God venyance take Of thee and of all thyn. On me? Fy on thee, lad; out of my land! Wenys thou thus to loyse oure lay? Say, whence is yond warlow with his wand That thus wold wyle oure folk away? Yond is Moyses, I dar warand, Agans all Egypt has beyn ay. Greatt defawte with hym youre fader fand; Now wyll he mar you if he may. Fy on hym! Nay, nay, that dawnce is done. Lurdan, thou leryd to late! God bydys thee graunt my bone And let me go my gate. Bydys God me? Fals losell, thou lyse. What tokyn told he, toke thou tent? He sayd thou shuld dyspyse Both me and hys commaundement; Forthy apon thys wyse My wand he bad in thi present I shuld lay downe and thee avyse How it shuld turne to oone serpent; And in hys holy name Here I lay it downe. Lo, syr, here may thou se the same. A ha, dog, the devyll thee drowne! He bad me take it by the tayll For to prefe hys powere playn; Then he sayde wythouten fayll Hyt shuld turne to a wand agayn. Lo, syr, behold.                          Wyth yla-hayll, Certys, this is a sotell swayn. Bot thyse boyes shall abyde in bayll; All thi gawdys shall thaym not gayn, Bot wars both morn and none Shall thay fare for thi sake. I pray God, send us venyance sone And on thi warkys take wrake. Alas, alas, this land is lorn! On lyfe we may no longer leynd. Sych myschefe is fallen syn morn Ther may no medsyn it amend. Why cry ye so, laddys, lyst ye skorn? Syr kyng, sych care was never kend In no mans tyme that ever was borne. Tell on, belyfe, and make an end. Syr, the waters that were ordand For men and bestys foyde Thrughoutt all Egypt land Ar turnyd into reede bloyde; Full ugly and full yll is hytt That both fresh and fayre was before. O ho! this is a wonderfull thyng to wytt, Of all the warkys that ever wore. Nay, lord, ther is anothere yit That sodanly sowys us full sore, For todys and froskys may no man flyt; Thay venom us so both les and more. Greatte mystys, syr, ther is both morn and noyn, Byte us full bytterly; We trow that it be doyn Thrugh Moyses oure greatte enmy. My lord, bot if this menye may remefe, Mon never myrth be us amang. Go say to hym we wyll not grefe, Bot thay shall never the tytter gang. Moyses, my lord gyffys leyfe To leyd thi folk to lykyng land So that we mend of oure myschefe. Full well I wote thyse wordys ar wrang, But hardely all that I heytt Full sodanly it shall be seyn; Uncowth mervels shal be meyt And he of malyce meyn. A, lord, alas, for doyll we dy. We dar look oute at no dowre. What, ragyd the dwyll of hell, alys you so to cry? For we fare wars then ever we fowre. Grete loppys over all this land thay fly And where thay byte thay make grete blowre, And in every place oure bestys dede ly. Hors, ox, and asse, Thay fall downe dede, syr, sodanly. Wé, lo, ther is no man that has Half as mych harme as I. Yis, syr, poore folk have mekyll wo To se thare catall thus out cast The Jues in Gessen fayre not so; Thay have lykyng for to last. Then shall we gyf theym leyf to go To tyme this perell be on past; Bot or thay flytt oght far us fro We shall them bond twyse as fast. Moyses, my lord gyffys leyf Thi meneye to remeve. Ye mon hafe more myschefe Bot if thyse talys be trew. A, lord, we may not leyde thyse lyfys. What, dwyll, is grevance grofen agayn? Ye, syr, sich powder apon us dryfys, Where it abidys it makys a blayn; Mesell makys it man and wyfe. Thus ar we hurt with hayll and rayn. Syr, vynys in montanse may not thryfe; So has frost and thoner thaym slayn. Yei, bot how do thay in Gessen, The Jues, can ye me say? Of all thyse cares no thyng thay ken; Thay feyll noght of oure afray. No, the ragyd dwyll, sytt thay in peasse And we every day in doute and drede? My lord, this care wyll ever encrese To Moyses have his folk to leyd, Els be we lorn, it is no lesse; Yit were it better that thai yede. Thes folk shall flyt no far If he go welland wode. Then will it sone be war; It were better thay yode. My lord, new harme is comyn in hand. Yei, dwill, will it no better be? Wyld wormes ar layd over all this land; Thai leyf no floure nor leyf on tre. Agans that storme may no man stand, And mekyll more mervell, thynk me, That thise thre dayes has bene durand; Sich myrk that no man may other se. 8 A, my lord.                    Hagh!                              Grete pestilence is comyn; It is like ful long to last. Pestilence, in the dwilys name, Then is oure pride over past. My lord, this care lastys lang, And will to Moyses have his bone; Let hym go, els wyrk we wrang. It may not help to hover ne hone. Then will we gif theym leyf to gang, Syn it must nedys be doyn. Perchauns we sall thaym fang, And mar them or to-morn at none. 9 Moyses, my lord he says Thou shall have passage playn. Now have we lefe to pas; My freyndys, now be ye fayn. Com furth, now sall ye weynd To land of lykyng you to pay. Bot Kyng Pharao, that fals feynd, He will us eft betray; Full soyn he will shape us to sheynd And after us send his garray. Be not abast; God is oure freynd And all oure foes will slay. Therfor com on with me; Have done, and drede you noght. That Lord, blyst myght he be That us from bayll has broght. Sich frenship never we fand, Bot yit I drede for perels all: The Reede See is here at hand; Ther shal we byde to we be thrall. I shall make way ther with my wand, As God has sayde to sayf us all; On ayther syde the see mon stand To we be gone, right as a wall. Com on wyth me, leyf none behynde. Lo, fownd ye now youre God to pleasse. Hic pertransient mare. 10 O Lord, this way is heynd; Now weynd we all at easse. Kyng Pharao, thyse folk ar gone. Say, ar ther any noyes new? Thise Ebrews ar gone, lord, everichon. How says thou that?                                  Lord, that tayll is trew. Wé, out! Tyte that they were tayn. That ryett radly shall thay rew. We shall not seasse to thay be slayn, For to the see we shall thaym sew; So charge youre chariottys swythe And fersly look ye folow me. All redy, lord, we ar full blyth At youre byddyng to be. Lord, at youre byddyng ar we bowne, Oure bodys boldly for to beyd; We shall not seasse, bot dyng all downe To all be dede, withouten drede. Heyf up youre hertys unto Mahowne: He will be nere us in oure nede. Help, the raggyd dwyll! We drowne! Now mon we dy for all oure dede. Tunc merget eos mare. 11 Now ar we won from all oure wo, And savyd out of the see. Lovyng gyf we God unto; Go we to land now merely. Lofe we may that Lord on hyght, And ever tell on this mervell. Drownyd he has Kyng Pharao myght; Lovyd be that lord Emanuell. Heven, thou attend, I say in syght, And erth, my wordys here what I tell: As rayn or dew on erth doys lyght, And waters herbys and trees full well, Gyf lovyng to Goddys magesté. Hys dedys ar done, hys ways ar trew; Honowred be he in Trynyté. To hym be honowre and vertew. Amen. Explicit Pharao. 12

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