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				JOSEPH   Thow maker that is most of myght, 
				To thy mercy I make my mone; 
				Lord, se unto thin symple wight 
				That hase non helpe but thee allone. 
				For all this worlde I have forsaken 
				And to thy service I have me taken 
				With witte and will 
				For to fulfill 
				Thi commaundement. 
				Theron myn herte is sette; 
				With grace thou has me lente, 
				Thare schall no lede me lette. 
				 
				For all my triste, Lorde, is in thee 
				That made me, man, to thy liknes, 
				Thow myghtfull maker, have mynde on me 
				And se unto my sympplenes. 
				I waxe wayke as any wande, 
				For febill me faylles both foote and hande, 
				Whatevere it mene, 
				Methynke myne eyne 
				Hevye as leede. 
				Therfore I halde it best 
				A whille her in this stede 
				To slepe and take my reste. 
				 
				MARIA   Thow luffely Lord that last schall ay, 
				My God, my Lorde, my Sone so dere, 
				To thy Godhede hartely I pray 
				With all myn harte holy entere; 
				As thou me to thy modir chaas, 
				I beseke thee of thy grace 
				For all mankynde 
				That has in mynde 
				To wirshippe thee. 
				Thou se thy saules to save, 
				Jesu, my Sone so free, 
				This bone of thee I crave. 
				 
				ANGELUS   Wakyn, Joseph, and take entent. 
				My sawes schall seece thy sorowe sare; 
				Be noght hevy, thi happe is hentte, 
				Tharefore I bidde thee slepe no mare. 
				 
				JOSEPH   A, myghtfull Lorde, whatevere that mente? 
				So swete a voyce herde I nevere ayre. 
				But what arte thou with steven so shylle 
				Thus in my slepe that spekis me till? 
				To me appere 
				And late me here 
				What that thou was. 
				 
				ANGELUS   Joseph, have thou no drede, 
				Thou shalte witte or I passe; 
				Therfore to me take hede. 
				 
				For I am sente to thee, 
				Gabriell, Goddis aungell bright, 
				Is comen to bidde thee flee 
				With Marie and hir worthy wight, 
				For Horowde the kyng gars doo to dede 
				All knave childer in ilke a stede 
				That he may ta 
				With yeris twa 
				That are of olde. 
				Tille he be dede, away 
				In Egipte shall ye beelde 
				Tille I witte thee for to saie. 
				 
				JOSEPH   Ayelastand Lorde, loved mott thou be 
				That thy swete sande wolde to me sende. 
				But, Lorde, what ayles the kyng at me? 
				For unto hym I nevere offende. 
				Allas, what ayles hym for to spille 
				Smale yonge barnes that nevere did ille 
				In worde ne dede 
				Unto no lede 
				Be nyght nor day. 
				And sen he wille us schende, 
				Dere Lorde, I thee praye, 
				Thou wolde be oure frende. 
				 
				For be he nevere so wode or wrothe, 
				For all his force thou may us fende. 
				I praye thee, Lorde, kepe us fro skathe, 
				Thy socoure sone to us thou sende; 
				For unto Egipte wende we will 
				Thy biddyng baynely to fulfill, 
				As worthy is 
				Thou kyng of blisse; 
				Thi will be wroght. 
				Marie, my doughtir dere, 
				On thee is all my thought. 
				 
				MARIA   A, leve Joseph, what chere? 
				 
				JOSEPH   The chere of me is done for ay. 
				 
				MARIA   Allas, what tythandis herde have ye? 
				 
				JOSEPH   Now certis, full ille to thee at saye, 
				Ther is noght ellis but us most flee 
				Owte of oure kyth where we are knowyn, 
				Full wightely bus us be withdrawen, 
				Both thou and I. 
				 
				MARIA   Leve Joseph, why? 
				Layne it noght, 
				To doole who has us demed? 
				Or what wronge have we wroght 
				Wherfore we shulde be flemyd? 
				 
				JOSEPH   Wroght we harme, nay, nay, all wrang, 
				Wytte thou wele it is noght soo; 
				That yonge page liffe thou mon forgange 
				But yf thou fast flee fro his foo. 
				 
				MARIA   His foo, allas, what is youre reede, 
				Wha wolde my dere barne do to dede? 
				I durk, I dare, 
				Whoo may my care 
				Of balis blynne? 
				To flee I wolde full fayne; 
				For all this worlde to wynne 
				Wolde I noght se hym slayne. 
				 
				JOSEPH   I warne thee he is thraly thrette 
				With Herowde kyng, harde harmes to have; 
				With that mytyng yf that we be mette 
				Ther is no salve that hym may save. 
				I warne thee wele, he sleeis all 
				Knave childir, grete and small, 
				In towne and felde 
				Within the elde 
				Of two yere 
				And for thy Sones sake; 
				He will fordo that dere, 
				May that traytoure hym take. 
				 
				MARIA   Leve Joseph, who tolde yow this? 
				How hadde ye wittering of this dede? 
				 
				JOSEPH   An aungell bright that come fro blisse 
				This tythandis tolde withouten drede, 
				And wakynd me oute of my slepe 
				That comely childe fro cares to kepe, 
				And bad me flee 
				With hym and thee 
				Onto Egipte. 
				And sertis I dred me sore 
				To make any smale trippe, 
				Or tyme that I come thare. 
				 
				MARIA   What ayles thei at my barne 
				Slike harmes hym for to hete? 
				Allas, why schulde I tharne 
				My Sone his liffe so swete. 
				His harte aught to be ful sare 
				On slike a foode hym to forfare 
				That nevir did ill 
				Hym for to spill, 
				And he ne wate why. 
				I ware full wille of wane 
				My Sone and he shulde dye, 
				And I have but hym allone. 
				 
				JOSEPH   We, leve Marie, do way, late be, 
				I pray thee, leve of thy dynne 
				And fande thee furthe faste for to flee 
				Away with hym for to wynne 
				That no myscheve on hym betyde, 
				Nor none unhappe in no kyn side, 
				Be way nor strete, 
				That we non mete 
				To slee hym. 
				 
				MARIA   Allas, Joseph, for care. 
				Why shuld I forgo hym, 
				My dere barne that I bare? 
				 
				JOSEPH   That swete swayne yf thou save, 
				Do tyte, pakke same oure gere 
				And such smale harnes as we have. 
				 
				MARIA   A, leve Joseph, I may not bere. 
				 
				JOSEPH   Bere arme? No, I trowe but small, 
				But God it wote I muste care for all, 
				For bed and bak, 
				And alle the pakke 
				That nedis unto us. 
				It fortheres to fene me, 
				This pakald bere me bus, 
				Of all I plege and pleyne me. 
				 
				But God graunte grace I noght forgete 
				No tulles that we shulde with us take. 
				 
				MARIA   Allas, Joseph, for grevaunce grete, 
				Whan shall my sorowe slake, 
				For I wote noght whedir to fare. 
				 
				JOSEPH   To Egipte talde I thee lang are. 
				 
				MARIA   Whare standith itt? 
				Fayne wolde I witt. 
				 
				JOSEPH   What wate I? 
				I wote not where it standis. 
				 
				MARIA   Joseph, I aske mersy; 
				Helpe me oute of this lande. 
				 
				JOSEPH   Nowe certis, Marie, I wolde full fayne, 
				Helpe thee al that I may 
				And at my poure me peyne 
				To wynne with hym and thee away. 
				 
				MARIA   Allas, what ayles that feende 
				Thus wilsom wayes make us to wende? 
				He dois grete synne, 
				Fro kyth and kynne 
				He gares us flee. 
				 
				JOSEPH   Leve, Marie, leve thy grete. 
				 
				MARIA   Joseph, full wo is me, 
				For my dere Sone so swete. 
				 
				JOSEPH   I praye thee, Marie, happe hym warme 
				And sette hym softe that he noght syle, 
				And yf thou will ought ese thyn arme, 
				Gyff me hym, late me bere hym awhile. 
				 
				MARIA   I thanke you of youre grete goode dede; 
				Nowe gud Joseph tille hym take hede, 
				That fode so free 
				Tille hym ye see 
				Now in this tyde. 
				 
				JOSEPH   Late me and hym allone, 
				And yf thou can ille ride 
				Have and halde thee faste by the mane. 
				 
				MARIA   Allas, Joseph, for woo, 
				Was never wight in worde so will. 
				 
				JOSEP[H]   Do way, Marie, and say nought soo, 
				For thou schall have no cause thertill. 
				For witte thou wele, God is oure frende; 
				He will be with us wherso we lende; 
				In all oure nede 
				He will us spede, 
				This wote I wele; 
				I love my Lorde of all, 
				Such forse methynke I fele, 
				I may go where I schall. 
				 
				Are was I wayke, nowe am I wight, 
				My lymes to welde ay at my wille; 
				I love my maker most of myght 
				That such grace has graunte me tille. 
				Nowe schall no hatyll do us harme, 
				I have oure helpe here in myn arme. 
				He wille us fende 
				Wherso we lende 
				Fro tene and tray. 
				Late us goo with goode chere, 
				Farewele and have gud day. 
				God blisse us all in fere. 
				 
				MARIA   Amen as he beste may. 
				
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				(see note); (t-note) 
				moan 
				thine; man; (t-note) 
				 
				 
				engaged myself 
				 
				 
				 
				heart 
				given 
				person prevent; (t-note) 
				 
				trust 
				(see note) 
				 
				sincerity 
				grow weak; wand (stick) 
				weakness; fail 
				 
				eyes 
				lead 
				 
				place 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				entire 
				chose; (see note) 
				beseech 
				 
				 
				(t-note) 
				(t-note) 
				 
				request 
				 
				pay attention; (see note) 
				words; cease (allay); sore 
				sad; fortune; embraced 
				more 
				 
				 
				before; (see note) 
				voice so sweet sounding 
				 
				 
				let me hear 
				(t-note) 
				 
				 
				understand before I leave 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				 
				 
				 
				Herod; plans to kill 
				male children; place 
				take (capture) 
				two 
				 
				(see note) 
				stay 
				have informed you 
				 
				Everlasting; praised may 
				messenger 
				vexes; against me 
				(t-note) 
				destroy 
				Little young boys 
				 
				man 
				 
				destroy 
				 
				 
				 
				mad; angry 
				defend 
				harm 
				soon 
				 
				obediently 
				 
				 
				 
				beloved young woman; (see note) 
				 
				 
				dear 
				 
				My cheer is gone 
				 
				 
				 
				(i.e., it is hard to say this) 
				we must 
				native region 
				quickly must 
				 
				 
				 
				Conceal 
				dole; judged 
				 
				banished 
				 
				 
				Know you well 
				boy’s life; may surrender 
				Unless; foe; (see note) 
				 
				advice 
				Who; death 
				shrink back, I am afraid 
				 
				bales (sorrow) put an end 
				gladly 
				 
				 
				 
				angrily threatened 
				By 
				small one 
				remedy 
				slays 
				 
				field 
				age 
				 
				 
				destroy; dear one 
				 
				 
				 
				information 
				 
				heaven 
				fear 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				journey 
				Ere I come there 
				 
				 
				Such; threaten 
				lose; (t-note) 
				 
				sore; (see note) 
				such a child; kill 
				 
				destroy 
				knows not 
				(i.e., I’d be confused about this) 
				 
				 
				 
				dear 
				leave off; clamoring; (see note) 
				prepare yourself quickly 
				rescue 
				 
				misfortune anywhere 
				 
				no one meet 
				 
				 
				 
				part with him 
				 
				 
				 
				quickly, pack together 
				baggage; (see note) 
				 
				bear (carry) 
				 
				 
				God knows 
				clothes 
				 
				 
				expedites things if I do not shirk; (see note) 
				package; must 
				(i.e., Even if I complain about it); (t-note) 
				 
				 
				tools 
				 
				 
				When 
				 
				 
				long ere; (see note) 
				 
				 
				know 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				(i.e., I’ll do all in my power) 
				go 
				 
				fiend 
				lonely (dangerous); (see note) 
				 
				From 
				makes 
				 
				weeping 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				 
				wrap; warmly 
				slip down 
				 
				Give; let; bear 
				 
				 
				to 
				infant 
				See that you (attend) to him 
				time 
				 
				Let 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				man; world; wild (distraught) 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				strength 
				 
				 
				Ere; weak; strong 
				limbs; wield (move) 
				 
				has been granted 
				person 
				 
				defend 
				 
				From harm and treachery 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				
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