5    
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				10    
				*1001 
				 
				 
				 
				15    
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				20    
				*1011 
				 
				 
				
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				ANIMA CHRISTI Now all mankende in herte be glad 
				With all merthis that may be had, 
				For mannys sowle that was bested 
				In the logge of helle. 
				Now shal I ryse to lyve agayn 
				From peyn to pleys of paradyse pleyn! 
				Therfore, man, in hert be fayn: 
				In merthe now shalt thu dwelle. 
				 
				I am the sowle of Cryst Jhesu, 
				The which is Kynge of all vertu! 
				My body is ded — the Jewys it slew — 
				That hangyth yitt on the rode, 
				Rent and torn, all blody red. 
				For mannys sake my body is deed; 
				For mannys helpe my body is bred, 
				And sowle drynk my bodyes blode. 
				 
				Thow my body be now sclayn, 
				The thrydde day — this is certayn —  
				I shal reyse my body agayn 
				To lyve as I yow say. 
				Now wole I go streyth to helle 
				And feche from the fendys felle 
				All my frendys that therin dwelle 
				To blysse that lestyth ay.
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				 mankind; heart; (see note) 
				mirth 
				man’s soul; placed 
				lodge 
				 
				pain; joys; clear 
				heart; glad 
				mirth 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				yet; cross 
				Ripped 
				man’s sake; dead 
				man’s help; bread 
				souls; body’s 
				 
				Though; slain 
				third; (t-note) 
				 
				live 
				will; straight 
				fetch; fierce fiends 
				friends 
				bliss; lasts forever 
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					[The sowle goth to helle gatys (gates) and seyth: “Attolite portas, principes vestras, et eleuamini porte eternales, et introibit Rex Glorie.” 1
 
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				(see note); (t-note)
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				25    
				 
				 
				 
				 
				30    
				*1021 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				35    
				 
				 
				 
				 
				40    
				 
				 
				*1032 
				 
				 
				45    
				 
				 
				
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				Ondothe youre gatys of sorwatorie! 
				On mannys sowle I have memorie. 
				Here comyth now, the Kynge of Glorye 
				These gatys for to breke! 
				Ye develys that arn here withinne 
				Helle gatys, ye shal unpynne! 
				I shal delyvere mannys kynne 
				From wo I wole hem wreke. 
				 
				BELYALL Alas! Alas! Out and harrow! 
				Onto thi byddynge must we bow 
				That thu art God now, do we know! 
				Of thee had we grett dowte; 
				Agens thee may nothynge stonde! 
				Allthynge obeyth to thyn honde, 
				Bothe hevyn and helle, watyr and londe! 
				Allthynge must to thee lowte! 
				 
				ANIMA CHRISTI Agens me, it wore but wast 
				To holdyn or to stondyn fast. 
				Helle logge may not last 
				Agens the Kynge of Glorye! 
				Thi derke dore, down I throwe! 
				My fayr frendys, now wele I knowe: 
				I shal hem brynge reknyd be rowe 
				Out of here purcatorye.
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				Undo; gates; pride (surquidry); (see note) 
				man’s soul; a claim 
				 
				gates; break 
				devils; are 
				unbolt 
				mankind 
				woe I will deliver them 
				 
				(cries of distress) 
				bidding 
				 
				great doubt 
				Against; stand 
				Everything; hand 
				 
				Everything; bow 
				 
				Against; a waste 
				stand 
				lodge 
				Against 
				 
				friends 
				them; row by row 
				their purgatory; (t-note)
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