Kleine publicationen aus der Auchinleck-Hs. 1. Lob der frauen. 2. A peniworth of witte. 3. Zwei fragmente von King Richard. 4. Die Assumptio Mariae in der schweifreimstrophe. 5. Ueber die sieben todsunden. 6. Das Vater unser. 7. Psalm L. 8. Die feinde des menschen. 9. The king of Tars. [Englische Studien 7-11 (1884-1889)]

Kleine publicationen aus der Auchinleck-Hs. 1. Lob der frauen. 2. A peniworth of witte. 3. Zwei fragmente von King Richard. 4. Die Assumptio Mariae in der schweifreimstrophe. 5. Ueber die sieben todsunden. 6. Das Vater unser. 7. Psalm L. 8. Die feinde des menschen. 9. The king of Tars. [Englische Studien 7-11 (1884-1889)] Kölbing, Eugen 81 pages, ca. 369 kb University of Michigan Library Ann Arbor, Michigan 2018 CME00004 10002175

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4 CME00004 CME00004 Lob der frauen. I. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Bot fals men make her fingres feld & doþ hem wepe wel sore, to rewe Her res: Þurch wreches, þat er vntrewe, 10 MS. wroches. Wimen ben holden les. II. Chosen þai be to mannes fere, O niȝt in armes for to wende: Ȝif ani man may it here Of a schrewe, þat wil wimen 15 MS. scherewe, e unterpunktet. schende, Y speke for hem, & make hem skere, & say, þat þai er gode & hende. When þou art ded & leid on bere, In to blis þi soule schal wende & bide: He was born of woman kinde, For ous bare blody side. III. Derworþer drouri wot y non, Þan woman is, & wise of rede. Gold no siluer no riche ston Is non so douhti in dede. 26 Is] MS. I is. Þai make Willam, Roberd & Jon In ioie & blis her liif to lede, 28 her] MS. he. Þat elles schuld spille, flesche & bon, & ly & dwine hem selue to dede Þurch pine: Birddes, blisced mot ȝe be For loue of o virgine. 33 o] om. Laing. IV. Eiȝen gray & browes bent 34 gray] Laing grew. bent] MS. brent, r jedoch unterpunktet, was Laing übersehen hat. Þat bere þis birddes briȝt on ble; In eueri lond, þer þai be lent, 36 þer] danach þer, durch∣gestrichen. Is ful of mirþe & iolifte. It is a sond, þat god haþ sent, In erþe to gladi man wiþ gle. Were wimen out of lond ywent, Al our blis were brouȝt on kne Wel lawe: Hou schuld men ani corn repe, Þer no sede is souwe? V. Feir & swete is wimannes viis, Þe man, þat wil hem wele bihold, White & rede so rose on riis, Louely liþe her here yfold; Wiþ eiȝe, forheued & nose tretis, 49 MS. tretus. Al beutes þai han in wold. 50 Laing bemes. For loue of on, þat berþ þe priis, Y prais hem, boþe ȝong & old Bidene: Who so lackeþ hem in lore, He wretþes heuen quene. 55 wretþes] s ü. d. z. geschr.; das ganze wort auf rasur. VI. Gentelri is plaunt, as y ȝou telle, 56 Auffallender weise beginnt diese strophe nicht mit einer grossen initiale. In wiman it springeþ in ich a liȝþ; Þai er meke & noþing felle, Hende in halle as hauke in friȝþ. 59 in friȝt] Laing i-friȝth. He schal be curssed wiþ boke & belle, 60 Laing shall. Þat ani vilaini mengeþ hem wiþ, To rest him in þe pine of helle, 62 him] MS. hem. Þer neuer more schal be no griþ No bote. Y wold rede no cursed wreche, 65 MS. wroche. Oȝain our leuedi to mote. VII. Harpe no fiþel no sautri, Noiþer wiþ eld no wiþ ȝong, Is non so swete to sitten by As wiman, þer þai speke wiþ tong. 70 As] s schwer lesbar. Her speche resteþ a man wel ney Bitvene his liuer & his long, Þat doþ his hert rise on hey, So clot, þat liþ in clay yclong So sore: Who þat lackeþ wiman in lore, Y rede, he do no more. VIII. In al þis world was neuer no clerk, Seþthorn;en Adam was fourmed & Eue, No man, þat wered breche no serk, Þat wimannes vertu couþe screue. 81 wimannes] es auf rasur. Þan were it to me ful derk, A þing, þat schuld min hert greue, 83 schuld] danach sc, unterpunktet; Laing schuldest. For to ginne swiche a werk, Þat neuer man no miȝt acheue 85 acheue] MS. in (oder ni) cheue. To þende: Y take wittnes at our leuedi, Þat wimen er gode & hende. IX. King & emperour & kniȝt, Alle þai were of wiman bore, 90 Nach of sind drei buchstaben ausgestrichen; dann folgt bore wiman mit den bekannten, die umstellung der worte andeutenden zeichen. & god was in a woman liȝt, & elles were alle þis world forlore. For it is a þing, þat bereþ riȝt Atvix þe crop & þe more. Amid þe tre þe frout was piȝt, 95 frout] Laing front. Þat Jesu was don on rode fore, To winne Our soules out of helle, Þat were bounden in sinne. X. Liif is alle in woman laft & chosen þai be for trister in tour. Þennes þarf hem neuer be raft, Þai may þer liue wiþ gret honour. In a chaumber of louely craft 104 louely] HS. leuely. No þarf hem dout of no schour: Oȝain al þing wiman schaft Of alle londes þai bere þe flour And priis, As ouer alle oþer floures Rose yrailed on riis. XI. Mari, þat bar god almiȝt, Help now, ich haue nede, 112 now] Laing nou. For wimannes honour to fiȝt, Hou þai er hende in ich a dede. Of hem it springeþ day & niȝt Swete morseles, þis lond to fede, Frout þat is so michel o miȝt 117 frout] Laing front. Men yarmed stef on stede & strong; God ȝiue hem ioie & blis & liif to last long! XII. Note of þe niȝtingale Ysett at nouȝt in time of May, No oþer foules gret & smale, Þat sit & singen her lay, Oȝaines a foule, þat sit in sale, Wiþ outen cage yclad in say: 127 Nach cage lese ich cū, oder oi, was ich nicht verstehe; ich setze dafür y ein. Hir note abateþ mannes bale, Þer nis no wiȝt, pat can say nay Wiþ mouþe: We auȝt for our leuedi loue Honour wiman, ȝif we couþe. XIII. Of al vertus wiman is rote; Say noman nay, for it is so! Of al bales þai be bote, To help a man of vncouþe wo; Þai beren salues, þat ben swote, To hele me & oþer mo, To make a man to lepe wiþ fot, Þat ere was sike & miȝt nouȝt go No stonde. Wiman is comfort to man, To bring him out of bond. XIV. Perlis priis & paruink 144 MS. Perl is. Is woman viis in eueri plas. No may no clerk write wiþ ink Þe swetnesse, þat þai han in face, No in his hert him biþink, Alle his wittes þei he chace, Wimen, þer þai sit on benk, Hou miȝti þai ere & ful of grace Fulfilt; For god for ous in a wiman His bigging haþ ybilt. XV. Quen of heuen, ich am þi man, In erþe to speke for þine ost; Helpe me, leuedi, for y no can, For to abate þe wreche bost, Hem, þat schende gode wiman, Þat ioie of hem in erþe is most. Al our blis of wimen gan, 161 blis] l aus i corrigirt. Swete leuedy, þou it wost, Ywis, For þou bar þat ich bern, Þat brouȝt ous alle to blis. XVI. Rose no no lili flour No woderof, þat springeþ on heþ, Is non so swete in his odour, For soþe, so is wimannes breþ. Piment, clare no no licour, Milke, perre no no meþ; & who so loueþ hem wiþ honour, No dye he neuer schamely deþ Þurch gilt! God lat neuer her soules For non sinnes be spilt! XVII. Spice wiþ schip, in time of pes Þat com sailand out of þe souþe, Rapeli raikand on a res Ouer þe se, þat ebbeþ & flouþ, Is non so swete in his reles, So is a cosse of womannes mouþe; For priis of spices ichir ches, 183 ichir] Laing ithir. Most of vertu & namcouþe. For why? It is euer aliche newe Boþe lat & arly. 187 Boþe] Laing Both. XVIII. Trewe as treacle er þai to fond, Clere of colour, so is þe wine; 189 wine] MS. winne. Þai ben birddes of godes sond, Loueliche to leggen vnder line. Mani & fele þer ben in lond; For soþe y say, þat on is min; Where so þat y wake or stonde, Ywis, ichaue a mele fin In hord, Lufsum, fair & hende, Trewe & trusti in word. XIX. Bontable is womannes þouȝt, 199 Bontable] Für B (keine grosse initiale!) könnte auch V gelesen werden. It stikeþ þer þai han it sett. Þei anoþer hir haþ bisouȝt, Sche wil held þat sche haþ hett, & say, for soþe, hem helpeþ nouȝt, No schal hem neuer be þe bett; Bot fals werkes, þat men han wrouȝt, Maken oft her leres wet Wel wete. Þer a woman loue is sett, Loþ hir is to lete. XX. Christ is king & god in tron: 210 Christ] Ch ist durch X wiedergegeben. Þay þat woman schende, ȝif hem schame! 211 þay] y aus t corrigirt. Lord, þou graunt me mi bon, Y schal grete þe wiþ game, Þine heued, þi fete, þi bodi bidon; Wel oft þai swere idel þi name: Þou, þat made sonne & mone, Swiche wreches, in erþe hem to tame To schond, For we auȝt for our leuedi loue Wiman honour to fond. XXI. Þei a schrewe on woman lyȝe, Hir godenis is neuer þe las; Ȝete he may happen, ar he dye, Þurch tvelue monþes for to pas, Heiȝe on galwes his mete to fi, & vnder him grese boþe ox & asse, & as a dogge in feld to ly, Wolues & houndes to don his masse Bi niȝt; For we auȝt for our leuedi loue Hold wiman to riȝt. XXII. Zabulon is a land of lede, 232 Zabulon] Laing Xabulon; Leyden Babulon. Die lesung als Z steht ganz sicher. Þat mani man haþ ben inne; Nouȝt al þe minstrels, þat ben kidde, Out of þat lond in to Linne, Wiþ harpe no fiþel, sautri þer midde, Orgens þat er ioined wiþ ginne, 237 Orgens] g aus l corrigirt, ioined] MS. ioned. No miȝt nouȝt telle half þe gode, Þat a gode woman is wiþ inne, 239 inne] e nur halb erh. To þende; Who þat seit wiman schame, Ywis, he is vnkende. XXIII. Þei y were as douhti a swai[n] 243 þ (gr. initiale) y; ei von mir eingetragen. swain] nur swai (i halb) erh. As was Samson er he w . . . 244 hew] w halb erh. Or al so wiȝt so was Waw[ain] 245 so was] Laing as was. Wawain] nur waw (w halb) erh. Or Salamon, þat was . . . . 246 was] danach ist noch ein stück von dem anfangsbuchstaben des folgenden wortes zu sehen. Ȝete wald me nouȝt . . . . . Þat wiman schuld . . . . . . 248 schuld] der erste strich von dem nächsten worte ist erhalten. To go on feld in snow 249 snow] w halb erh. To help on erþe to s . . . 250 help] Laing helpe. To growe: Of wimen springe . . . 252 springe] e halb erh. Joie & vertus yt . . . 253 yt] Für t könnte auch l gelesen werden. XXIV. Est & west when . . . . Swete birdes . . . . . . . . . 255 birdes] vom fol∣genden worte ist ein schwung erh. Is no þing, may . . . . . . Swiche a sond þa . . . . . 257 þa] a halb erh. In alle þe tales . . . . . . 258 tales] s halb erh. Euer be sely wi . . . . . . . . 259 be] corrigirt aus? wi] i halb erh. He þat alle þin . . . . . . . . He was in a wo . . . . . . . For loue: Þurch þe bern þ . . . . . . . . 263 þ] nur halb erh. Brouȝt we ben . . . . . . . . . 264 ben] der an∣fangsbuchstabe des folgenden wortes (e?) halb erh. XXV. Amen say we . . . . . . . . . Blisced be þat . . . . . . . . . . Þat god wiþ o . . . . . . . . . In a woman w . . . . . . . . . 268 w] Auch der anfang des folgenden buchstaben ist erh. & seþthorn;en lent h . . . . . . . . To bigge ous o . . . . . . . . His owhen bodi wiþ flesche & bon Þoled ded wiþ grimly wounde 272 þoled] MS. þoþeld; Laing þoled. On rode: Lord, blisced be þi name, It was for our gode! XXVI. Place is fair, þer wimen be sett, Þai er louesum & fair of siȝt In euerich lond, þer þai be mett, In ich a toun, þer þai be diȝt. Y wil held þat y haue hett, 280 Y] halb erh. [O]uer al þis world bicom her kniȝt: [W]el oft for ous her leres be wett 282 el] e halb erh. . . re gronnis þai gron o niȝt . . . . dde. . . Þai siken & sorwe for ous, . . . e be forsterd & fedde. 286 forsterd] Laing forstered. XXVII. . . . . . . . . . rekned in lond . . . . . oul of al is on, 288 oul] Diese lesung ist nicht ganz gesichert. . . . . . ounde in godes bond, 289 ounde] Laing onde. . . . . . filt of mannes mon, 290 filt] Laing felt. . . . . . urch godes sond . . . . . ned flesche & bon, . . . . . em we auȝt to fond, . . . . . ng no wot y non, . . . . . . . . . . . t to worþschip hem . . . . . þat he can. XXVIII. . . . . . þai gon in bounde, . . . . . es ber ous about, . . . . . in a stounde, . . . . . ben in dout. . . . . . ken & gon on grounde, 302 ken] k halb erh. . . . . . hem to lout. . . . . . grimli wounde, . . . . . s wete wiþ out . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . s oft. . . . . . . . . rille. XXIX. . . . . . . . . en we be brouȝt, . . . . . annes barm, 310 annes] ā fraglich. . . . . . i in þouȝt, . . . . . ram harm. 312 ram] r halb erh. . . . . . e ous nouȝt, . . . . . ous warm. Þai sing ous mani a song for nouȝt, & swetely lolous in her harm, Wel oft. Wele auȝt we þan to loue wiman, Þat kepen ous so soft. XXX. Leuedi, þat ert flour of al þing, Þat al godenes haþ in wold, For þe loue of þat tiding, Þat Gabriel wiþ mouþe þe told, Þat Jesu, þat is heuen king, In þi bodi liȝten he wold, Ȝif hem al gode ending, Þat honour wiman ȝing & old In word & dede: Þe child, þat our leuedi bare, Graunt hem heuen to mede! Amen. 330 Graunt] Laing Grant. [A peniw]orþ [of wi]tte. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Of a chaunce ichil ȝou telle, Þat whilom in þis lond bifelle. Ones it was a marchaunde riche, No whar nas non his liche Of gold & of warldes winne. In þe cite, þat he wond inne, A gode woman he gan spouse & brouȝt hir to his house. Bleþeliche sche dede al þat he sede & alle her loue on him sche leyde. Þe godeman was stoute & gay & bi anoþer wenche he lay. He gan to louen hir als his liif & told litel of his owhen wiif; To his leman anouȝ he fond Of alle þe riches of þe lond, Kercheues of silke & robes of priis, Yfurroud wiþ vair & griis, 18 wiþ] Danach mene, ausgestrichen. Laing druckt das wort ab und ahm t sogar den dasselbe annullirenden strich im drucke nach! Gerlondes of gold & perles briȝt; Al so a leuedi sche was diȝt. Of his wiif toke he non hede, Hou simpleliche þat sche ȝede 22 simpleliche] le corri∣girt aus? Euerich day clad him bifore; Þat hye spent, him þouȝt forlore. 24 þouȝt] o corrigirt aus? Þe marchaunde ouer þe se is went, Bot first to his leman he sent, For to wite of hir answere, What cloþes sche wald were & what iuwels sche wold haue bouȝt, Bot to his wiif no seyd he nouȝt. So it bitidde, as it be schold, Þe marchaunde ouer þe se wold; His wiif to scorn he bigan & dede as a nice man: »Icham diȝt & made ȝare, Ouer þe se now to fare. Dame, hastow þe biþouȝt, What juwels þou wilt haue bouȝt? Ȝif þou wilt haue ani for me, Þou most me reche gode mone!« »Sir,« sche seyd, »bi sein Jon, Plente of siluer no haue y non, Þat y miȝt wele spare; Bot sone, sir, so ȝe com þare, Haue a fair pani here, & as ȝe be mi trewe fere, Bi þer wiþ a peniworþ witt & in þine hert fast it knitt! When þou comest hom, so god me spede, Wele y wil quite þe þi mede!« Þe marchaunde wende, his wiif were madde, 51 were] Laing weren. For þe pani þat sche him badde. Loþ him was, þat siluer forgon, In his hond he tok it anon, & al on scorn atte last 55 on] n corrigirt aus ff. Laing off. Þe peni in his purs he cast. 56 p. h. c.] auf rasur geschricben. At schort wordes, wiþ outen mo, He lepe on hors & went hir fro. Þe marchaunde hadde winde ful gode & passed þe salt flode. Biȝond se when he was come, Anon he haþ his conseil nome, To bigge of þe fairest ware, For no siluer nold he spare; Er þan he hadde rest, He bouȝt his leman of þe best, Noble juwels & atire, As ani leuedy wald desire; Bot his wiif, þat was gode & trewe, He no bouȝt noiþer eld no newe. When he hadde alle þis ware ybouȝt, After soper he sat & þouȝt; Anon he seyd to his knaue: »O þing forȝeten now we haue: We moten biþinken ous bett, Our dames peni is vnbisett; What an ernest & a game, Þer of we ben boþe to blame! An eld man þer in sat, His wordes wele vnderȝat, & in his hert he þouȝt anon, Þat sum þing þer was misgon. Þe eld man was wise of lore & þouȝt forto wite more. As þai dronken win & ale, He gan reherse better her tale. 86 reherse] Laing rehers. »Marchaunde«, seyd þe old man, »par charite, Telle þat ich aske now þe: What wald þi wiif an ybouȝt, Say me soþe & gabbe nouȝt, & y schal selle þe worþ a pani, Ȝif þat þou wilt bigge ani!« Sayd þe marchaunde: »Sikerliche, Here schal rise a fair beuerege!« Quaþ þe marchaunde: »Bi godes boke, Mi wiif a pani me bitoke, To bigge þer wiþ a paniworþ witt & in min hert fast it knitt; Sche swore, al so god hir spede, 99 hir] r corrigirt aus e. Sche wald quite me mi mede!« »Marchaunde«, quaþ þe old man, »bi þi liif, Hastow ani leman bot þi wiif?« Þe marchaunde answerd him aloude, For of his leman he was proude: »Ȝe«, he seyd, »so mot y þriue, On, þat is worþ swiche fiue!« »O!« quaþ þe old man & louȝ, 107 O] Danach hat auch die hs. ein interpunktionszeichen. Laing Oe. »þat ich ouer-trowed wele anouȝ; Bot riȝt for soþe nist ich it nouȝt, Er þi seluen it hadde out ybrouȝt, Bot now ich wot, hou it is, 111 hou] Laing how. Y schal selle to þe ywis A peniworþ of wisdome, Þat schal bere wittnesse of þi grome, Wele better þan þi pani be, Ȝif þou wilt don after me.« »Ȝis!« seyd þe marchaunde, »bi þe rode, Ȝif ich finde þi conseyl gode!« »When þou hast don in schippe þi ware 119 schippe] Laing schip. & þou art redi ouer to fare, & tow be in ȝour hauen ybrouȝt, 121 tow] Laing thow. Loke þat þou forȝete it nouȝt: A pouer wede do þe opon, Al so þou no haddest oþer non, & wende to þi lemannes inne, & sore sike þou biginne, & dreri chere make hir bifore, & say, þou hast þi gode forlore, & say, þou hast a man yslawe, Þou no darst abide londes lawe; 130 abide] i ü. d. z. geschr. & aske þi leman, ȝif sche miȝt Herberwe þe þis ich niȝt, & elles þou most fle out of lond, & riȝt þus þou schalt hir fond. When þou wost þi lemannes wille, Hom to þi wiif wende ful stille, & al so to þine owen spouse Telle of þi chaunce meruailouse, & avise þe wele & take gode hede, Wheþer þou findest better at nede, Oþer þi leman oþer þi wiue, & to hir held þou al þi liue; 142 held] Laing hold.] For tvay wil cost swiþe miche Forto atire richeliche, & on wil finde anouȝ & more Of þe gamen vnder þe gore!« Þe marchaunde seiȝe & vnderstode, Þat his conseile was wise & gode: »Eld man, wele mot þou fare, Haue here þi peni, ichaue mi ware!« Þe marchaunde bouȝt vp þat he wold, Silke & cendel & cloþes of gold. Sone after gode winde god him sent, Hom to his cuntre he went. Þe marchaunde forȝat him nouȝt, When he was in hauen ybrouȝt, To don so þeldman him badde & so bifore haþ him radde. He dede on him a pouer wede, To his lemannes in he ȝede; At þe gate he knocked anon, His leman bad hir maiden gon, To wite, who was atte ȝate & knocked so þer ate. Þe marchaunde bete so hard & fast, Þat in he come atte last. On iuel deþ mot sche dye: His leman loked out wiþ hir eiȝe; For sche seiȝe him so iuel diȝt, In to hir chaumber hye stirt an hiȝt 170 hye] y aus e corr. & schette þe dore wiþ þe pinne, For he no schuld nouȝt com þer inne. »Maiden«, quaþ þe marchaund anon, »To mi leman þou most gon; Prayer, ȝif hir wille be, Þat sche com & speke wiþ me For al þe loue, þat haþ ybe Bitvix mi leman & me!« Þe maiden in to chaumber ranne, To hir leuedi sche seyd þanne: 180 leuedi] u auf rasur. »Madame, þi leman gent & fre Is comen hom fro biȝond þe se & stont in halle iuel diȝt, 183 halle] Laing hall. & þat me reweþ, bi god almiȝt! & praieþ þe, hastow art hende, Com speke wiþ him, er þan he wende.« Cristes curs com on her mold: Sche answerd as a schrewe schold: »Go þou,« sche seyd, »to him wel stille & bidde him telle þe his wille, & say to him, wiþ outen mis, Þat icham iuel at ese ywis, Þat y ne may, þei he were mi broþer, Speke wiþ him, no wiþ no noþer!« Þe maiden in to halle trade & teld so þe leuedi badde: 196 teld] danach him von jüngerer hand ü. d. z. nachgetr. »Sir, mi leuedi seyt, wiþ outen les, Þat sche is so iuel at ese, & bad, þou schust me þi wille sayn.« »Sweteing, to þi leuedi wende oȝain! 200 þi] Laing the. Say hir, mi gode is al agon, & y no haue spending non, For y no hadde neuer er nede; Ichaue ydon a sorweful dede In a cuntek & a striif, For reft a gentil men his liif! Say hir, ichaue a man yslawe, Y no dar abide no londes lawe! Pray mi leman, ȝif sche miȝt, Herberwe me þis ich niȝt In a chaumber priue & derne, 211 chaumber] er verkratzt. Oþer ich must fle now al so ȝerne!« 212 must] us verkratzt. Þo þat his leman þis wordes herd, 213 leman] le verkratzt. Wel schrewelich sche answerd: »Ȝif he haue lorn his catelle, Þat he schuld wiþ bie & selle, Daþet, who þer fore wepe! Of him no more y no kepe. Say, y me self schal, bot he fle, Swiþe gon in to þe cite & do þe kinges bailifes come, & hastiliche he schal be nome & in a strong prisoun be cast & be anhonged atte last!« Forþ went þat maiden smal & teld him þis wordes alle: »Fle, ȝif þou wilt þi liif haue, For þi leman nil þe nouȝt haue, For þi leman nil þe nouȝt saue! Mi leuedi haþ her oþ ysworn Bi him þat was in Bedelem born, Þat sche nil do þe no socour, Noiþer in soler no in bour, No ben yfounde wiþ swiche tresoun, For to sustene þe kinges feloun!« Stille he stode, answerd he nouȝt, As man, þat is in gret þouȝt; He þouȝt ferþer for to gon, For help no fond he þer riȝt non, Sum better solauce forto finde, For þer was comfort al bihinde. Þe marchaunde duelled no wiȝt, Hom to his hous he went riȝt; He went him forþ in to his halle In a pouer atire wiþ alle. His gode wiif snode & him biheld & in hir armes sche him feld. For sche seiȝe him cloþed so þinne, Scheladde him þe chaumber wiþ inne, 248 inne] Laing inn. & wiþ gode hert sone anon A newe robe sche dede him on & seyd: »Sir, welcome ȝe be! Hou haue ȝe farn biȝond se?« Þe marchaunde to his wif spak: »Dame, in foule storm our schippe bark; Þer was mi gode al binome; 255 mi] m corrigirt aus? Þus pouer icham to þe come; Helpe me, dame, ȝif þat þou wilt: A gentil man ichaue yspilt; Y dar no londes lawe abide; Y pray þe, dame, þatow me hide In a chaumber priue & derne, Or ich mot fle now al so ȝerne!« »Nay,« sche said, »mi leman hende, Ȝete schaltow nouȝt fro me wende!« Sche wepe wel sore anon riȝt & comfort him wiþ al hir miȝt: »þei þou haue lorn þis warldes wele, þerfore murn þou nouȝt to fele, No noþing wepe þou to sore: He, þat sent þat, may sende more. Sir, ȝete ichaue sexti pounde Of ȝours & mine of pans rounde, And ar þis day a fourtenniȝt þe siluer schal be wide ydiȝt, & y me self, wiþ outen duelling, Fare y wil to þe king, Biforn him & ek his quen Falle opon mi bare knen, & y no schal neuer ses, Til ichaue pirchaced þi pes; 280 Laing purchaced. & when ichaue þi pes ymaked, Þei we ben boþe modernaked, Y & mi maiden schal swete & swinke & win þe cloþes, mete & drink, Wiþ brewing, bakeing & oþer chaffare; Þer fore, sir, þarf þe nouȝt care. Ar to day seuen ȝer & god to fore We schul be richer þan we were ore!« Þe marchaunde seiȝe & vnderstode, His wiues conseil was trewe & gode, & for þe solas, þat hye him made, He þouȝt hir hert for to glade: »No þing, dame, wex þine hert cheld, It nis nouȝt so as y þe teld! Bi him, þat þis warld wan, Ȝete no slouȝ y neuer man; Nis nouȝt mi catel al agon, Ȝete ichaue wel gode won Ybrouȝt in to hauen hole & sounde, Þat is better þan a þousand pounde. Naþ noman part þer in now, 301 Naþ] Hs. No haþ, aber o h sind von ganz junger hand hinzugejügt. Bot god of heuen & ich & tow!« Of þis kepe y no more ȝedde, Bot clept & kist & ȝede to bedde. Þe marchaunde aros, þo it was day, & dede on him a robe of say; A gode palfray he bistrode & to his lemannes in he rode. His leman out at a windowe biheld & seiȝe him com ouer þe feld, & bi þe prikeing sche him knewe; Sche dede on hir a robe newe & diȝt her richeliche wiþ alle 313 her] Danach ein buchst. ausradirt. & com oȝain him in to þe halle. Sone þe marchaunde was doun yliȝt, To him sche strit anon riȝt, 316 strit] Laing stirt. & bi þe swere sche haþ him nome 317 sche] Laing she. & seyd: »Swete leman, wel come!« Er þan euer þe marchaunde wist, Tvies or þries sche him kist. »Þei we be kist,« sche seyd anon, »Ȝete no be we nouȝt al at on; Icham wroþ wiþ þe, & wele y may: What nede was it, me to asay? No wostow wele in þine entent, Icham to þi comandment? Bodi & chatel, al is þine, Has noman elles part þer inne!« Þus sche stroked his here & made it touȝ & conraid fauuel wele ynouȝ. »No!« quaþ þe marchaunde, »bi seyn Jon! Ȝete no be we nouȝt al at on. Yt was me told biȝonde þe se, Alle þe gode, þat y brouȝt to þe, Anoþer marchaunde þou hast yȝoue, & hast fro me turned þi loue!« »Leman,« hye seyd, »now schaltow se, Þat swiche wordes les be, & so schal þi grome als, Þat swiche tales ben fals. Þis teld þe þin old crate: Sche spekeþ me qued arliche & late. Þis was a lesing of dame crate, þi wiif, Jesus Crist so schort hir liif! For were þe crate leyd in mold, Þan wist ich wele, þat y schold 346 þan] Laing þai. Of þe euer han mi wille, Arliche & late, loude & stille!« Sche sprad a caneuas on þe flore, Þat was boþe gret & store, 350 &] om. MS. & brouȝt forþ her riche þinges, Broches of god & riche ringes, Sextene schetes milk white, VIII chalouns & V couerlite, Oþer juwels mani on teld, 355 teld] Laing told. Masers riche, coupes of gold: 356 Masers] asers auf rasur geschr. »Now miȝt tow leue & wite & se Dame old crate, þi wiif, oþer me!« Þe marchaunde al þis gode biheld & in þe caneuas to gider it feld & dede it in a wide sak 361 sak] danach ein buchst. ausradirt. & slonge at his gromes bak: 362 slonge] danach it, von junger hand ü. d. z. hinzugefügt. »Heiȝe þe, biliue, mi gode grome, To mi wiif bere þis home! Bid hir, þat sche kepe it wele, For ich it bouȝt euerich dele!« His leman stode & loked on him þo, & at hir hert hir was ful wo. 368 hir] danach her, von junger hand durchgestrichen und unterpunktet. »Leman,« sche seyd, »artow wroþ? To greue þe, it war me loþ: Ȝif ich haue ani þing misseyde, 371 misseyde] y von junger hand ü. d. z. hinzugef. For loue it be doun yleyde, & lete þis gode duelle here stille, No miȝt þou it feche at þi wille!« Þe marchaunde oȝain to hir sayd, Of hir falshed gan hir abrayd: »Y was ytauȝt, me þe to asaye, No schaltow neuer eft me bitraye, Ne after me, bi godes ore, 379 me] danach self, von junger hand durchgestrichen und unterpunktet. No þarf þe loke neuer more!« He lepe on hors at wordes fewe & priked fro þat fals schrewe. He rode him hom to his house & cleped forþ his leue spouse & laid þe sak on þe flore, 385 sak] Danach e, ausradirt. Þat was michel riche & store: »Lo, dame!« he seyd, »bi mi chaffare Ichaue ybrouȝt þi peniworþ ware, Bot þe þink it wele bisett, Go, biware anoþer bett!« þe gode wiif seiȝe al þat riche þing & þonked Jesu, heuen kinge, Þat he haþ þe gode hom brouȝt, & he haþ turned his þouȝt, To liue wiþ hir in godes lay. Bliþe & glad sche was þat day. Ynouȝ þai hadde of warldes wele, To gider þai liued ȝeres fele. Þai ferd miri, & so mot we. Amen, amen, par charite! 400 Diese zeile ist halb verklebt. Here foloweþ how a merchande dyd hys wyfe betray Statt dieses titels bietet H.: A Penyworth of wytt, von späterer hand und mit dunklerer tinte geschr. Lystenyþ, lordyngys, y yow pray, 1 Lystyns H. How a merchand dyd hys wyfe betray 2 a m. dyd] many man can H. Bothe be day and be nyght, Yf ye wyll herkyn aryght! 4 Yf ȝe well lystyn a lytyll wyȝt H. Thys songe ys of a merchand of þys cuntre, That had a wyfe feyre and free. 6 That] om. H. wyfe] was add. H. The marchand had a full gode wyfe, Sche louyd hym trewly as hur lyfe; 8 Ho leuyd H. lely H. What þat euyr he to hur sayde, 9 to] tyl H. Euyr sche helde hur wele apayde. 10 payde H. Þe marchand, þat was so gay, 11 so] stout & H. By a nother woman he lay; 12 wench H. He boght hur gownys of grete pryce, Furryd with menyvere & with gryse, To hur hedd ryall atyre, 15 Tyl H. hede H. As any lady myght desyre. Hys wyfe, þat was so trewe as ston, 17 so] danach st, ausgestr. C. He wolde, ware no thyng vpon. That was foly, be my fay, That fayrenes schulde tru loue betray! 20 fayred H. tru luf H. So hyt happenyd, as he wolde, 21 hyt] om. H. The marchand, ouer þe see he schulde; 22 ouer] on H. he] om. H. To hys lemman ys he gon, 23 Tyl H. Leue at hur for to tane 24 for to] þen has he H. With clyppyng & with kyssyng swete; When þey schulde parte, boþe dyd þey wepe. 26 dyd] kowthe H. Tyll hys wyfe ys he gon, Leue at hur then hath he tan: »Dame,« he seyde, »be goddys are, Haste any money, þou woldyst ware, 30 Has þou any syluyr H. Whan y come beȝonde the see, That y myȝt þe bye some ryche drewre?« 32 drure H. »Syr,« sche seyde, »as Cryst me saue, Ye haue all that euyr y haue; Ye schall haue a peny here: 35 Ye sch. h.] Haue now H. As ye ar my trewe fere, 36 ye—trewe] þou art myn own tru weddyd H. Bye ye me a penyworth of wytt 37 ye] þou H. And in youre hert kepe wele hyt!« 38 youre] þi H. Styll stode þe merchand tho, Lothe he was, þe peny to forgoo; Certen sothe, as y yow say, He put hyt in hys purce & yede hys way. 42 put] kest H. A full gode wynde god hath hym sende, Yn to Fraunce hyt can hym brynge. 44 can H. A full gode schypp arrayed he Wyth marchaundyce and spycere. Certen sothe, or he wolde reste, He boght hys lemman of the beste; He boght hur bedys, brochys & ryngys, Nowchys of golde & many feyre thyngys; He boght hur perry to hur hedd 51 to] tyl (yl auf rasur) H. Of safurs and of rubyes redd. 52 saphers H. Hys wyfe, þat was so trewe as ston, He wolde, ware nothyng vpon. That was foly, be my fay, That fayrenes schulde trew loue betray! 56 fayred H. tru luf H. When he had boght all þat he wolde, The marchand, ouyr the see he schulde; The marchandys man to hys mayster dyd speke: 59 mayster dyd] master kon H. »Oure dame ys peny let vs not forgete!« 60 damys (peny (ü. d. z. mit späterer hd. nachgetr.) H. late us neuyr H. The marchaund swore be seynt Anne, 61 sayn H. Ȝyt was that a leude bargan, 62 ys H. bargyn H. To bye owre dame a penyworth of wytt: In all Fraunce y can not fynde hyt. An olde man in þe halle stode, 65 And (!) H. þe] om. H. The marchandys speche he vndurȝode. 66 marchand H. The olde man to þe marchand can say: »A worde of counsell y yow pray, 68 yow] þe H. And y schall selle yow a penyworþ of wyt, 69 yow] þye (?) H. Yf ye take gode hede to hyt. 70 ye t. g.] þou wyl take H. Telle me, marchand, be thy lyfe, Whethyr haste þou a lemman or a wyfe?« 72 Where þou has H. »Syr, y haue bothe, as haue y reste, 73 Syr] om. H. bothe] syr add. H. But my paramour loue y beste!« 74 lofe, o aus u corr. H. Then seyde þe olde man, with owten were: 75 seyde] sad (!) þo H. »Do now, as y teche the here: When þou comyst ouyr þe salte fome, Olde clothys then do the vpon, To thy lemman that thou goo And telle hur of all thy woo! 80 And—all] Say H. Syke sore, do as y the say, 81 f. sind irrthüm∣lich hinter And telle hur, all þy gode ys loste away; Thy schyp ys drownyd in the fom, 83 þe H. þo H. And all thy god ys loste the from. 84 slost H. 84 gestellt CH. When thou haste tolde hur soo, 85 When] þat add. H. Then to þy weddyd wyfe thou go: Whedyr helpyth þe bettur yn thy nede, 87 buttur (!) H. Dwelle with hur, as Cryste the spede!« The marchand seyde: »Wele must þou fare! Haue here thy peny, y haue my ware!« 90 thy] þe H. When he come ouer the salte fome, Olde clothys he dyd hym vpon. Hys lemman lokyd forþe & on hym see And seyde to hur maydyn: »How lykyþ þe? 94 And] om. H. to] tyl, 1 aus h corr. H. payes H. My loue ys comyn fro beyonde the see, 95 lefe H. Come hedur and see hym wyth þyn eye!« 96 Gon od. Con H. eye] ue H. The maydyn seyde: »Be my fay, He ys yn a febull array!« »Go down, maydyn, in to the halle, 99 Go] Wend þe H. doun, darüber mit schwärserer tinte done geschr. H. in] & H. Yf thou mete the marchand with alle, And yf he spyrre aftyr me, 101 yf] om. H. spyroȝt (!) H. Say, þou sawe me wyth non eye! 102 segh H. ue H. Yf he wyll algatys wytt, 103 Yf] þat add. H. Say, in my chaumbyr y lye sore syke; 104 sor seke schwarz aufgefrischt H. Owt of hyt y may not wynne, To speke with none ende of my kynne, Noþer with hym nor with none other, Thowe he were myn own brother.« 108 Thowe] All yf H. »Allas,« seyde the maydyn, »why sey ye soo? 109 quoth H. Thynke, how he helpyd yow owt of moche wo! 110 how] on H. helpyd þe H. moche] þi H. Fyrste, when ye mett, wyth owt lesynge, Youre gode was not worthe XX shillinge; 112 þy H. Now hyt ys worthe CCCC pownde, 113 CCCC] IX C H. Of golde and syluyr, that ys rounde. Gode ys but a lante lone, Some tyme men haue hyt & some tyme none. 116 þay han yt, durchgestr. H. Thogh all hys gode be gon hym froo, 117 þof H. Neuyr forsake hym in hys woo!« »Go downe, maydyn, as y bydd thee, 119 Go] Wynd þe H. Thou schalt no lenger ellys dwelle with me!« 120 ell H. The maydyn wente in to the halle, There sche mett the marchand with all: 122 sche] om. H. »Where ys my lemman, where ys sche? Why wyll sche not come speke with me?« »Syr, y do the wele to wytt, Yn hyr chaumbyr sche lyeth full syke; 126 lyges seke H. Out of hyt sche may not wynne, 127 not] mot (!) H. To speke with non ende of hur kynne, 128 sepeke, peke ausgestr. H. no H. Nother with yow nor with non other, 129 yow] þe H. Thowe ye were hur owne brother!« 130 ye] þou H. »Maydyn, to my lemman that þou go 131 Mayd.] om. H. And telle hur, my gode ys loste me fro, 132 telle hur] say H. My schyp ys drownyd in the fom And all my gode ys loste me from. 134 And] om. H. A gentylman haue y slawe, Y dar not abyde the londys lawe. 136 dar] may H. Pray hur, as sche louyth me dere, As y haue ben to hur a trewe fere, 138 a] danach þe maden, ausgestr. H. To kepe me preuy in hur chaumbyr, That þe kyngys baylyes take me neuyr!« 140 That þe] Thys H. In to þe chaumbyr þe maydyn ys goon, Thys tale sche tolde hur dame anone. 142 sche] he (!) H. »In to þe halle, maydyn, wynde þou downe 143 maden wend H. And bydd hym, owt of my halle to goon, 144 And] om. H. halle] redly add. H. Or y schall sende in to the towne 145 wende H. And make þe kyngys baylyes to come: 146 make] gar H. 146 swore H. Y swere be god of grete renown, Y wyll neuyr harbur þe kyngys feloun!« The maydyn wente in to the halle Ant thus sche tolde the merchand alle. The marchand sawe none oþer spede, He toke hys leue and forthe he yede. 152 He] om. H. and] om. H. yede] danach My chyp ys drounyd in þe fome, All my gode ys lost me frome, A jentyl man I haue sclawe, I may not abyde þe londys lawe, kreuzweise durchgestr. H. Lystenyth, lordyngys, curtes and hende, 153 Lystyns H. For ȝyt ys the better fytt behynde! Lystenyth, lordyngys, grete & small! The marchand ys now to hys own halle, Of hys comyng hys wyfe was fayne, 157 hys] mit schwächerer tinte ü. d. z. nachgetr. H. Anone sche come hym agayne. 158 Anone sche] Take doon hur hode. H. »Husbonde«, sche seyde, »welcome ye be! 159 she, s mit schwächerer tinte nachgetr.; e mit derselben tinte aus o corr. H. How haue ye farde beyonde the see?« 160 faryn, r später nachgetr. H. »Dame,« he seyde, »be goddys are, All full febyll hath be my fare, 162 ben H. All þe gode, þat euer was thyn & myn, Hyt ys loste, be seynt Martyn! 164 Martyn] dryghtyn, g corr. aus? H. In a storme y was bestadde, 165 in stad H. Was y neuyr halfe so sore adrad. Y thanke hyt god, for so y may, That euyr y skapyd on lyue away. 168 schepe H. My schypp ys drownyd in the fom, 169 dyovnyd (!) H. And all my gode ys loste me from. 170 And] om. H. A gentylman haue y slawe, 171 I haue H. Mit Y may not abyde the londys lawe. 172 schliesst H. I pray the, as thou louest me dere, As thou art my trewe weddyd fere, In thy chaumber þou woldest kepe me dern!« »Syr,« sche seyde, »no man schall me warne. Be stylle, husbonde, sygh not so sore! He þat haþe thy gode, may sende þe more. Thowe all thy gode be fro the goo, I wyll neuyr forsake the in thy woo; Y schall go to the kyng & to the quene And knele before them on my kneen, There to knele and neuyr to cese, Tyl of the kyng y haue getyn þy pees. I can bake, brewe, carde and spynne, My maydenys & y can syluyr wynne, Euyr, whyll y am thy wyfe, To maynten the a trewe mannys lyfe!« Certen sothe, as y yow say, All nyght be hys wyfe he lay. On the morne, or he forthe yede, He kaste on hym a ryall wede, He bestrode a full gode stede, And to hys lemmans hows he yede. Hys lemman lokyd forthe & on hym see, As he come rydyng ouyr the lee; Sche put on hur a garment of palle And mett the marchand in the halle; Twyes or thryes, or euyr he wyste, Trewly sche had hym kyste. »Syr,« sche seyde, »be seynt John, Ye were neuyr halfe so welcome home!« Sche was a schrewe, as haue y hele, There sche currayed fauell well. »Dame,« he seyde, »be seynt John, Ȝyt ar not we at oon: Hyt was tolde me beyonde the see, Thou haste another leman þen me; All þe gode, þat was thyn & myne, Thou haste geuyn hym, be seynt Martyn!« »Syr, as Cryste bryng me fro bale, Sche lyeth falsely, that tolde þe þat tale! Hyt was thy wyse, that olde crate, That neuyr gode worde by me spake! Were sche dedd, god lene hyt wolde! Of the haue all my wylle y schulde; Erly, late, lowde and stylle Of the schulde y haue all my wylle! Ye schall see, so muste y the, That sche lyeth falsely on me!« Sche leyde a canvas on the flore, Longe and large, styffe and store; Sche leyde ther on, with owten lyte, Fyfty schetys waschen whyte, Pecys of syluyr, masers of golde; The marchand stode, hyt to beholde; He put hyt in a wyde sakk And leyde hyt on the hors bakk; He bad hys chylde: »Go be lyue And lede thys home to my wyue!« The chylde on hys way ys gon, The marchande come aftyr anon, He caste the pakk downe in the flore, Longe and large, styf and store. As hyt lay on the grounde, Hyt was wele worthe CCCC pownde. They ondedyn the mouth aryght, There they sawe a ryall syght. »Syr,« sayde hys wyfe, »be the rode, Where had ye all thys ryall gode?« »Dame,« he seyde, »be goddys are, Here ys thy penyworth of ware; Yf thou thynke hyt not wele besett, Gyf hyt a nother, can beware hyt bett! All thys with thy peny boght y, And therfore y gyf hyt the frely: Do wyth all what so euyr ye lyste, I wyll neuyr aske yow acowntys, be Cryste!« The marchandys wyfe to hym can say: »Why come ye home in so febull array?« Then seyde the marchand sone ageyn: »Wyfe, for to assay the, in certeyn: For at my lemman was y before, And sche by me sett lytyll store, And sche louyd bettyr my gode þen me, And so, wyfe, dydd neuyr ye!« To telle hys wyfe then he began, All that gode he had takyn fro hys lemman: »And all was be cawse of thy peny; Therfore y gyf hyt the frely, And y gyf god a vowe thys howre, Y wyll neuyr more haue paramowre, But the, myn own derlyng & wyfe, Wyth the wyll y lede my lyfe!« Thus the marchandys care began to kele, He lefte hys folye euery dele And leuyd in clennesse and honeste: Y pray god, that so do we. God, that ys of grete renowne, Saue all the gode folke of þys towne! Jesu, as thou art heuyn kynge, To the blys of heuyn owre soules brynge! Amen! Amen! KLEINE PUBLICATIONEN AUS DER AUCHINLECK-HS. III Vgl. bd. VII p. 101 ff. Ich benutze diese gelegenheit, um nachzutragen, dass zu II, C v. 105 f. fast wörtlich stimmt Athelston (Rel. ant. II p. 85 ff.) p. 90, v. 5 f.: Sche may nowȝt out off chaumbyr wyn, To speke with non ende of here kyn. . Zwei fragmente von King Richard.

Diese stücke stehen auf den beiden letzten blättern der Bd. VII p. 178 und 190 erwähnten Laing'schen fragmente der Auchinleck-hs. Wenn ich bd. VII p. 190 gesagt habe, es existirten nur zwei facsimiles aus der Auchinleck-hs., so übersah ich das in Michel's Horn et Rimenhild vor p. 341 stehende, welches den anfang von Horn Childe bietet., welche sich jetzt im besitze der universitätsbibliothek in Edinburg befinden und mir durch die güte des herrn oberbibliothekar Small zugänglich waren. Sie sind noch ungedruckt und als bruchstücke der ältesten hs. des gedichtes für eine kritische ausgabe unentbehrlich. Die blätter sind theilweise sehr abgerieben und in folge dessen die lesung vielfach unsicher. Wer an einem hellen tage meinen abdruck mit der hs. collationirt, wird hie und da gewiss noch zu befriedigerenden resultaten gelangen.

1) v. 1745-1918. Þe kynge him helde wel stille 1 kynge] k uns. . . . . . . . . . freyns kinges iuel wille 2 kinges] s ü. d. z. nachgetr. He . . dede of his tresore & bouȝt bestes to astore He lete boþe salt & slen Þre þousend oxen & of ken 6 &] uns. Schepe & swine fele also No . . . no couþe telle þo Wiþ (?) . . . seuen to þousinde He bouȝt also y finde Of fysches of foules of venisoun Y ne can nouȝt telle þe resoun Þe king of fraunce wiþ outen wene Lay in þe cite of messene & þe king richard wiþ outen þe wal Vnder þe hous of þe ospital Þe inglisch folk went in to þe chepeinge 17 inglisch] uns. & oft hent hard knokinges 18 herd] uns. Þe . . . . . & griffouns doun riȝtes Slouȝ our Inglische kniȝtes King richard herd of þis destaunce & pleyned him to þe king of fraunce & he seyd he held no wardes Of þe Inglysche teylardes 24 Inglysche] uns. Chase þe griffouns ȝyf þou miȝt Of . . men getes tow no riȝt 26 Of] uns. Quoþ king richard seþthorn;e it is so 27 Quod] uns. Y wot wel what ichaue to do Y schal me of hem so awreke Þat men schal þer of wide speke Cristemes is atime onest Richard omovrd (?) wiþ riche fest Wiþ . . ng (?) erl & clerke (?) & barouns 33 Wiþ] uns. Was sett in his pauilouns 34 Was] uns. & were yserued wiþ plente Of mani a riche deynte Þan com ern akniȝt on hast Vnneþe he miȝt drawe his fnast He fel on knes & þus he seyd Merci king richard for mari mayde Of freyns men & of griffouns 41 griffouns] s fragl. Mi broþer liþ sleyn in þe toun & wiþ him liþ sleyn sexten Of þine kniȝtes gode & ken To day & . . stay ytold on rawe Þat six & þritti þai han y slawe 46 six] uns. Ful hastili teleþ ȝour Inglisch hep Leue sire takeþ þer of kepe Awreke ous sir manliche Or we schal riȝt hastiliche Fle periil ich vnder stonde & turn oȝan til Inglonde Richard was wroþ & peched mod & loked as he wer wode Þe (?) table (?) wiþ his fot he smot Þat it fel on þe flore fot hot & seyd he wald be awreke in hest He nold nouȝt wondy for cristes fest Þe heyȝe day of cristenmesse Þo gun hem armi more & lesse Biforn went þe king richard Þerl of salesbirie after ward Þat was y cleped bi þat day Sir willam þe long spay Þerl of leicester & of herford Swetelich suwed her lord Erls barouns & squiers Bowe men . . eremen alblasters Wiþ þe king þai gun reke Of freyns & griffouns to ben awreke Þe folk of þe cite aspied raþe Þat þe Inglische com to don hem scaþe & schet hastiliche þe gate Wiþ barres þat þai founde þer ate & (?) vrn on hast to þe wal & schoten wiþ speres & wiþ springal 76 scheten] uns. & crid to our folk saunfeyl Goþ (?) hom dogges wiþ ȝour tayl 78 dogges] über g ein punkt. For ȝour bost & ȝour orgoyl Man schal þrest in ȝour coyl Þus þai misdeden & mis seyd & king richard sore atreyd Our king þat day for no nede In batail no miȝt nouȝt spede Aniȝt þe king & his barouns 85 Aniȝt] sehr uns.; ich las erst Alaȝt. Went to her pauilouns Who þat slept oþer woke King richard no rest no toke A morwen he of sent his . . aners & of þe pors þe mariners Lordinges he seyd ȝe be wiþ me 91 be] ü. d. z. geschrieben. Our conseyl owe to be priue Alle we schul ous venge fonde Wiþ queyntise & wiþ strengþe of hond Of þe freyns & of þe griffouns Þat haue despised our naciouns Ich haue a castel ich vnder stond Of timber made of Inglond Wiþ sex stages ful of turels Wele y florist wiþ kirnels Þer in ich & mani akniȝt Oȝeyn þe freyns wil held fiȝt Mi castel schal haue a sornoun It schal be hoten þe mate griffoun Now mariners armi wele ȝour schippes & holdeþ vp our (!) manschippes & bi þe water half ȝe hem aseyl & we in þe lond half wil wiþ outen feyl Joie ne comeþ þer neuer to me Til ich of hem awreken be Þo men miȝt here y crie A help god & seynt marie Þe mariners hem gun heyȝe Boþe wiþ schippes & wiþ galeyȝe Wiþ ore & seyl & spere also To ward þe cite þai gun go Þe kniȝtes framed þat trecastel Bifor þe cite on an hel Þis yseyȝe þe king of fraunce & seyd no haue ȝe no dotaunce Of þe Inglische cowardes For þai no be bot mossardes Drisses now ȝour mangunel & kestes to her tre castel & scheteþ to hem wiþ alblast Þe teyled doggen to agast Now herkneþ of richard our king 127 N verwischt. . . hadde do born (!) in þe daweing Targes & hurdis his folk alle Riȝt bifore þe cite walle His ost he dede at ones crie Men miȝt it here in to þe skie Now lassee (!) cum freyns musardes & ȝif bateyl to þe teylardes Þe freyns folk hem armed alle & vrn anon vn to þe walle Þai gun defendi & þe Inglische aseyl Þer bi gan astrong bateyl Þe Inglische drouȝ wiþ alblast & bowe Þe freyns & þe griffouns fast þai slowe Wiþ þat þe galeyes com to þe cite & hadde neyȝe won entre Þai hadde so mined vnder þe walle Þat mani a griffoun gan doun falle Wiþ hoked aruwes & quarels Fele fel out of þe turels & broken boþe legges & arm & her neckes þat was non harm Þe freyns com to her sour (!) & cast wild fir out of þe tour Y wot for soþe þer wiþ y wis Þai brent & slouȝ mani Inglische Ac þe Inglische hem defended wele Wiþ gode swerde of broun stiel & slouȝen of hem so gret chepes 155 chepes] auf rasur. Þat þer lay michel folk to hepes & at þe lond gate þe kyng richard Held his saut y liche hard & so manliche he tok on Þat he no les of his men non He loked biside him & s . . . . . . A kniȝt þat weued him wiþ a glove King richard com & he him told Tales on Inglis stout & bold A richard ich aspied now . . . . . Þing þat makeþ min hert liȝt Her vp ich fond gate on Þat no haue ward non Þe folk is vrn to þe water tour For to don hem þer socour Þer we may wiþ outen dent Entri in verrament Bliþe þer of was king richard 173 þer] r ü. d. z. nachgetr. & stouteliche priked þider ward Wel mani kniȝt duhti of dede After him priked on her stede 2) v. 2579-2762. & of whete grete plente Gold & siluer & oþer deynte Of tresour no hade half þe mounde Þat in þat dromond was y founde For it adreynt al in þe flod Ar vncharged was half þe gode Avaunced was al cristiante For hadde þe dromond wiþ swiche plente 8 dromond] r ü. d. s. geschr. Y passed to acres fram king richard An hundred winter after ward For alle þe cristen vnder sonne No hadde acres ben ywonne Þus king richard wan þe dromond Þurch godes help & seynt edmond King richard wiþ al his miȝt To ward acres gan him diȝt & þouȝt wiþ queyntise & ginne 17 wiþ] schr uns., mit verweisungszcichen am rande nachgetr. Þe holy lond for to winne & as he seyled to ward surrie Our king was warned bi a spie Hou þat þe folk of heþen lawe A wel gret cheyn þai had don drawe Ouer þe hauen of acres fers & was y fastned in to pilers Þat no schip schuld in winne No þai nouȝt out þat were wiþ inne 26 No] o uns. & þer fore seuen ȝer & more Al cristen kinges layen þore & wiþ gret hunger suffred peyine (!) For letting of þat ich cheyme Þo richard herd þis tiding For ioie his hert bigan to spring & swore & seyd in his þouȝt A cheyn schuld hem help nouȝt 34 cheyn] sehr uns. A swiþe strong galay he tok & trenchemer so seyt þe bok Stered his galaye riȝt euen Al amidward þe hauen Were þe mariners sauȝt or wroþe He dede hem rowe & sayly boþe & seyd who so feynteþ at þis nede On iuel deþ be he dede 42 On iuel] n iu uns. amour? Þ . . . . ye ȝede also swift As . . . ale doþ bi þe lift & king richard þat was so gode Wiþ his ax afor schippe stode & whan he com ouer þe cheyne He smot astrok wiþ miȝt & mayn Þe cheyne he smot on peces þre & boþe endes fel doun in þe se Þo alle his mariners verrament Seyd þer (!) was anoble dent & for þe ioie of þis dede Wel fast þe coppes about ȝede Of gode winne piment & clare & seyld to ward acre cite Þo king richard out of his galye Kast wilde fire in to þe sky & fer gregeys in to þe see As al ofer weren he His trumpes ȝede in his galye Men miȝt it here in to þe skye Tabours & hornes sarzinays Þe se brent al ofer gregeys Þe sarrazins þat were in acres toun Run to þe walles gret . raundoun 66 .] vielleicht i ausradirt. & of þat fare hadde gret wonder For wilde fer brent aboue & vnder Þe cristen kinges princes & pages Erls barouns & bondage For þe coming of king richard To þe see þai vrn aforward To see richardes galaye seyl His minstrels & his riche parayl For þai seye neuer swiche coming To acres of no cristen king King richard after þis meruayl Went quic o lond saunfeyl Þe king ofaraunce (!) oȝain. him cam & bi þe hond he him nam & kist him wiþ gret anour So dede mani an emperour Alle þe kinges of cristiante Þat þere hadde long y be & lay þer seuen ȝer in dolour 85 dolour] d corr. aus t. Him vnder feng wiþ gret honour Þe erchebischop þat was of Pise Dede king Richard his seruise & . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Into a pauiloun in priuete & teld him þer a reweful tale O schrewed auentours mani & fale He seyd king richard now y her Þis sege haþ last þis seuen ȝer No may it be fro þe yheld Miche sorwe we han y þold For we ne hadde no castel Abouten ous no tour no wal Bot a wide diche & depe We made ous wiþ in to kepe Wiþ barbicans for þe nones Heyȝe wrouȝt of hard stones & þo our diche was ymade Salidoin þer of was glad & com to ous wiþ gret rout & bi sett ous al about & wiþ (!) markes þe monferaunt Þai leueþ in mahoun & teruagaunt He was acristen king sum while He doþ ous schame & more gile Þan þe soudan & alle his ost Fader & sone & holy gost Graunt him grace of warld (!) schame Markes feraunt bi his name Our first bateyl sikerliche Was swiþe strong & dedliche Wele fouȝten our cristen · kniȝtes & slouȝ mani of hem doun riȝtes Our cristen hadde þe meystrie Þe sarrains flowe wiþ wo & crie We slouȝ in þe fleing fel of hem þo & þai of ous fel al so & yschal tel ȝou bi what cas To mani man it fel allas As we dede þe sarrazins to dede Bifel so þat anoble stede Outreyd fram a peynim Þe cristen fast folwed him Þe sarrazins seiȝe þai com & flowen oside alle & som & com on ous wiþ strong fiȝt & slouȝ mani acristen kniȝt Þat þer were lorn er we it . . . . Þe beste bodis . . . . . . . . . . Þe erl of ferres of Ingland No was non so douhti of hond & þemperour of almayn & Janine of pleynspeyne Elleuen þousend of our meyne Þus were þer sleyn wiþ outen pite 140 outen] uns. Þer of þe soudan was wel glade A morwe a newe saut he made He lete take alle cors Boþe of man & of hors & cast in water of our wel Ous to apoisen and to quel 146 and] sehr uns. No dede he neuer a wers dede To cristen men for no nede For þurch þat poisoun & þe breþ 149 þe] þ^e hs. Fourti þousend token her deþ Son after neweȝers tide Anoþer cas ous gan bi tide A schip com seyland bi þe see Charged wiþ whete gret plente Wiþ wild fer & armour briȝt To help þe sarrazins to fiȝt Our folk tok to rede saunfayl Þai wald wende þe schip to aseyl & so þai dede to our damage Þe winde blewe wiþ gret rage Þe sarrazins drouȝ vp her seyl & ouer seyled our folk saunfeyl Þat þer we lore sexti score Þe best bodis þat wer ybore Þat was þe gining of our care Þat we han hadde þis seuen ȝare Ȝete þou schalt here wele more Þat ous haþ agreued sore 168 agreued] agreu sehr uns. On seyn James day verrament Þe sarrazins out of acres went Wele a mile ous biside & sett pauilouns roume & wide & soiournd þer wel long while & alle it was ous to bigile Our cristen men þat were wiȝt Erl baroun squier & kniȝt BRESLAU, mai 1884. E. Kölbing.

Nachwort. Nachdem in neuester zeit diese blätter durch herrn oberbiblio∣thekar Small auf chemischem wege gereinigt worden, hat mein freund, cand. med. Karl Marx in Edinburg die grosse güte gehabt, eine correctur meines abdruckes mit der hs. zur seite zu lesen, und hat dabei an einer anzahl stellen mehr ent∣ziffert, als mir seiner zeit gelingen wollte. Wenn trotzdem der künftige heraus∣geber des gedichtes auch seinerseits noch eine collation vornähme, so könnte diese mühwaltung für die feststellung des textes nur förderlich sein.

E. K. Die Assumptio Mariae in der schweifreimstrophe. 1. Who so bereȝ palm, þe tokne is þis, Þat in clene lif he is; Þat is to vnderstonde: Hit is tokning of loue, Þat god him haueȝ wraththe forȝoue, Þat bereȝ palm on honde. 2. Þis is þe þridde þing, Þat palm bitokneȝ wiȝouten lesing: Whan man had palm inome, Þat man haueȝ in his riȝt Þourgh þe vertu of godes miȝt Hise enemis ouercome. 3. Þe ferthe þing is to wite, Ase godes clerkes findeȝ iwrite, No lesing hit ne is: Þe man, þat bereȝ palm aboute, Alle hise enemis him sschulle doute, Godes baner hit is. 4. Þat bitokneȝ, wiȝouten nay, Þe palm on palmes sonenday, Þat man is al aboue; Ȝif a man is clene ischriue And halt penaunce, him is iȝiue, Þan haueȝ he godes loue. 5. Ȝif þi palm is riȝt inome, Þan hauest þou ouercome Þe fend Þourgh flessches fiȝt; Þanne beȝ þin enemis ouercome, And here miȝt hem is binome, And þou bere palm ariȝt. 6. Forsothe, we here clerkes telle: Alle þe fendes, þat beȝ in helle, Beȝ in werre and wrake, v. 33 werre] wesse ms. Whan a cristeneman in londe Bereȝ trewliche palm on honde And haueȝ hise sinnes forsake. 7. And Jesu and his moder Marie And alle here swete compaignie, Þat beȝ in heuene iset, Beȝ glade whan we beȝ idiȝt, For to beren oure palm ariȝt, And habben oure sennes bet. 8. For palm of alle flour is pris, Of rose rode, of flour delis, Þat to oure leuedi was sent; Þat oure leuedi was clene of lif, Clene maiden and clene wif, Bitokneȝ verraiment. 9. And clene virgine ȝhe was also: Þat is heiere þan þe two, Wif oþer maidenhede. For womman mai lese virginite Wiȝ wille and þout, so mot ic þe! Wiȝouten flesschlich dede. 10. But maidenhod mai nought bi lorn v. 55 nought] non Ms. Of no womman, þat is iborn, Wiȝouten mannes mone, Ne no maiden wiȝ childe gon, Ne neuer ȝite ne dede non, Saue oure leuedi al one. 11. Ȝe was maiden and virgine And bar a child wiȝouten pine, Þat men clepeȝ Jesus, Þat in erthe man bicam And bataille vndernam Aȝen þe fend for ous. 12. Þise beȝ þe toknes, wiȝouten lesing, Whi Jesu, heuene king, Sente here palm into erthe; For þere nas neuere womman bore, Neiþer after ne bifore, Þat was so mochel wurthe. 13. Oure swete leuedi milde and fre —Ihered and heghed mote ȝhe be!— Ȝhe make ȝoure blisses newe; Ȝhe tok þe palm, þat god here sente, And into here chaumbre anon ȝhe wente And dede on cloþes newe. 14. Oure swete leuedi, maiden briȝt, Knelede adoun anon riȝt And seide here bileue, And bad a bone to god in heuene, For hise dereworhte names seuene Þat no fend sscholde hire greue. 15. Wel owghte þanne al mankenne, Þat habben ilein in dedli senne Boþe dai and nyȝt, Of þe fend to ben adrad, Whan ȝhe swich a bone bad, Þat bar þe king of miȝt. 16. Þo ȝhe hadde bede þat bede, Ȝhe wente anon in þe stede To sibbe and fremde ek, And made hem come to gedere anon, And to hem alle made here mon, And doelfulliche ȝhe spek; 17. Ȝhe saide: »Jesu, mi swete sone, Nelle no lengere, ich here wone, Swich sonde he haueȝ me sent Bi an aungel, þat cam fram heuene Wiȝ a ful milde steuene And aȝen is went. 18. And ich biseche ȝou par charite Alle, þat hider beȝ comen to me, Boþe heghe and lowe, Ȝif ich habbe don vnriȝt, Let me amenden be mi miȝt And be mi geltes aknowe!« 19. Alle, þat stouden here bi, Of þo wordes were sori, For ȝhe was so hende, And seide: »Leuedi, what is þi þowt? Haue merci on vs and leue vs nowt! Whi wiltou fram vs wende? 20. In muchel sorewe and muchel wo Sschulle we liue, whan þou art go, Boþe dai and niȝt. Iblessed be þou, swete leuedi, To vs þou hauest be ful redi, To seruen vs day and niȝt!« 21. Þous þai saiden alle wiȝ tonge, Þai wepen sore and honden wronge, In herte hem was ful wo. Þe poure þinges, þat seke weren, Þo þai herden wiȝ here heren, Þat ȝhe wolde go! 22. Þanne saide oure swete leuedi To alle þe þat stoden hire bi, Þat wopen and wrongen: »Ne wepeȝ nowt, holde ȝou stille! Ich mot do mi sones wille, I ne mai hit nowt wiȝstonde.« 23. Hire herte armede oure leuedi briȝt And gan to wepe anon riȝt For pite, þat ȝe seghȝ. Þo made þai alle reuliche mone And bigonne to wepe ech one, Alle þat stoden hire neghȝ. 24. Þo kam sone seint Jon And seghȝ oure leuedi make hire mon And seide: »Mi leuedi dere, Tel me, leuedi milde of mod: Who haueȝ seid þe ouwt bote god? Whi makest þou swuche chere?« 25. Marie answerede wiȝ milde steuene: »John, me kam a sonde fram heuene Bi an aungel briȝt; Mi sone, þat bowghte man so dere, Nelle no lengere. þat ich be here: Iblessed be his miȝt! 26. Þerfore ich wepe and mai nowt blinne, For we sschullen parten atwinne, Min herte armeȝ sore; And wel fawe ich wolde see Mi sone,—iblessed mote he be!— I ne saughȝ him nowt wel ȝore!« 27. Þo John herde, hou hit was, He siȝte sore and saide: »Allas, Hou goȝ þis worldes winne! Leuedi, what sschal be mi red? Certes, nou ich wolde bi ded, Nou we sschulle parten atwinne! 28. Mi louerd, þat deide on rode tre, In to heuene is went fram me, Þat i ne mai wiȝ him speke, And þou wult, leuedi, wende me fro? Allas, allas, what me is wo, Whi nelle myn herte breke!« 29. »John,« quad oure leuedi þo, »Þerfore be þou no þing wo! To heuene ȝif ich am nome, Ich wille biseche mi sone dere, Þat þou ne sschalt nowt longe dwellen here, To me þou sschalt come!« 30. Þous our leuedi and saint John Either to oþer maden here mon, Als ȝhe stonden ifere: Hou aiþer vpon oþer wep, Who so tok þer of kep, Pite hit was to here. 31. Alle þe apostles weren went to preche, In diuerse stedes, þe poeple to teche, In bok als ȝhe moun here; And alle hem cam toknyng Fram swete Jesu, heuene kyng, Þat þere þai comen ifere. 32. Als god hit wolde for þe nones, Alle þai comen þider at ones, Ase manie als þere were, Sauue seint Thomas of Ynde: Wo was him! he was bihinde, He ne was nowt þere. 33. Anon ase þe apostles seghen, Seint John wep wiȝ his eghen, Þai weren amaid alle. »John,« quad Peter, »leue fere, Whi makst þous foule chere, What is þe bifalle?« 34. »Peter,« quad John, »iwis Formest þou sschalt telle me þis: Hou be ȝhe hider ilad? Hou was ȝoure counseil inome, Þat ȝhe beȝ alle hider icome, Þat were so wide isprad?« 35. Peter and hise felawes echon Answereden seint John, Ase manie ase þere were, Þai saiden, þai hadde wonder alle Of þe kas, þat was bifalle, Hou þei comen þere. 36. »Nou wolle ich telle,« quad seint John, »Wharfore ich make mi mon And whi ich wepe so sore: An aungel cam fram swete Jesus And to oure leuedi seide þous: Ȝhe ne sschal ben here nammore. 37. For no þing, þat mai bitide, Ȝhe ne mot here no lengere abide Ne libbe but daies þre. Swich tiding haueȝ þe aungel brout Fram him, þat al þe werld had wrout: Iblessed mote he be! 38. Þerfore ȝhe beȝ hider isent, To ben at here enterement, Mi leuedi milde and fre. Nou mowe ȝhe counforte me in þis kare, Whan mi leuedi is fram me fare; Welcome mote ȝe be!« 39. Þo wiste þai, Jesu sente hem þider, And wenten forht alle to gider To oure leuedi, and seiden þous: »We beȝ at þi comaundement, Hider to þe ous haueȝ isent Þi sone swete Jesus.« 40. Þanne seide maiden Marie To Peter and to his compaignie: »Welcome mote ȝe be! Iblessed wurht he dai and niȝt, Mi sone Jesu ful of miȝt, Þat sente ȝhou hider to me! 41. And ich biseche ȝhou for his loue, Mi sone, þat sit vs alle aboue, Þat hider ȝou had isent, Ne leteȝ no Iwes ful of enuye Do mi bodi no vilainye, Whan þe soule is went!« 42. Þo oure leuedi þous hadde iseid, In a bed ȝhe was ileid And held hire þere ful stille; Alle þe apostles seten hire bi And lokeden oure swete leuedi, To abide godes wille. 43. Alle fillen aslepe echone, Sauue oure swete leuedi alone; No slep wiȝ here þer nas; Drede of deȝ was in here þout, Þerfore ȝhe ne slep nowt, And no wonder his nas. 44. Of deȝ ȝhe moste ben adrad: God, þat on þe rode was sprad, Als telleȝ þe profecie, Aȝens deȝ, þat was to come, Er he was wiȝ Jues nome, He was afered to die. 45. Holi writ telleȝ þous, Þat oure louerd, swete Jesus, Þat is so milde of mod, For al his power and his miȝt Of deȝ he was so sore afriȝt, Þat he swatte blod. 46. Þerfore Jesu ful of miȝt Sente adoun an aungel briȝt To his moder, þer ȝe lai; For ȝhe wiste wel þourgh his miȝt, Þat ȝhe wolde ben afriȝt Aȝen here deȝdai. 47. Þe aungle liȝt doun bi here bed And saide: »Marie, be nowt adred Of deht, þat is neghȝ, For nowt, þat þou sschalt here se! Þous sente þi sone word bi me, In heuene þat sit on heghȝ.« 48. Quad oure leuedi milde and fre: »Iblessed mote mi sone be, Þat me þat sonde sente!« And þe aungel, þat was so briȝt, Tok his leue anon ariȝt And in to heuene wente. 49. Aȝhens oure leuedi sscholde bi ded, Al þe erthe quok for dred, And after cam a þonder; But oure leuedi dradde nowt, For tiding, þat þe aungel had browt Of al þat grete wonder. 50. Sone after þat anon Þe apostles woken euerichon; Þanne seide oure leuedi briȝt: »Mi time comeȝ, þat i sschal fare In to blisse out of þis kare: Wakeȝ a litel whiȝt! 51. Bi toknes, þat ich habbe iherd and sein, On slepe while ȝhe habben lein, Ich wot, mi deȝ is neghȝ. v. 303 I ich Ms. Iheried and heighed mot he worthe! Swich tokne mi sone sente nouþe Out of heuene on hegh.« 52. Boþe niȝt and eke dai Oure leuedi in here chaumbre lai, To bide here sones wille; And þe apostles were ful hende, Nolde neuer on fram here wende, But helden hem þere al stille. 53. Jesu, þat þolede deȝ on tre, For to maken vs alle fre, Vpon gode fridai, A compaignie wiȝ him he nam, And to his swete moder he cam In chaumbre, þer ȝe lai. 54. Þo swete Jesu ful of miȝte Was comen wiȝ his angles briȝte, Þanne seide oure leuedi fre: «Sone, blessed be þat stounde, Þat ich ȝede wiȝ þe ibounde, And welcome mote þou be!« 55. »Moder«, quad swete Jesu þo, »Wiȝ me to heuene þou most go Wiȝ al þis compaignie, And wone þere wiȝouten ende In þe blisse, þat haueȝ non ende, But formest þou most die!« 56. Þanne seide oure leuedi Marie: »Leue sone, let me nowt die, Ich beseche þe! Leue sone, for mi loue Let mi deȝ be forȝoue, Ȝif hit mai so be!« 57. »Leue moder«, quad swete Jesus, »For sothe, hit mot nede be þous, Þi deȝ maist þou nowt fle, For al, þat liueȝ, al sschal die, Oþer elles, moder, ich moste lie, And þat ne mai nowt be!« 58. »Sone«, quad oure leuedi þo, »Ase þou wult, ich wille al so; But ich biseche þe, Let me neuere be so afriȝt, Of þe fend to habbe no siȝt, For þe loue of me!« 59. »Moder«, quad Jesu, «ne doute þe nowt, Hit ne cam neuer in mi þowt, Þat þou sscholdest habben a siȝt Of no fend, ȝif ich mai, But ioie and murthe, þat lesteȝ ay, Boþe dai and niȝt!« 60. Oure swete leuedi was glad þerfore And blessed þe time, þat he was bore And in hire bodi liȝte; And mildeliche, wiȝouten pine, Anon ȝe deide, þat swete virgine, Þat bar þe king of miȝt. 61. And as hit telleȝ in þe bok, Þe soule out of here bodi he tok, Jesu ful of miȝte; And wiȝ murthe of aungeles steuene Hit was ibore to þe blisse of heuene, Þere alle murthes be diȝte. 62. Þo þe soule of maide Marie Wiȝ al þat faire compaignie To heuene was iwent, Alle þe apostles, þat þere were, Leiden þe bodi vppon a bere Þourgh godes comaundement. 63. Þanne seide Jesu anon: »Peter, tak þine felawes echon, And nimeȝ vp þe bere, And ȝe sschulle finde a redi pahtȝ Into þe val of Josephahtȝ, And burieȝ mi moder þere! 64. And a palm, þat ich here sente Bi an aungel, þat to here wente, To warn here, ȝe sscholde die, John, þat palm þou sschalt bere, Mi moderes bodi for to were Fram Iwes ful of enuye!« 65. Þo Jesu þous hadde iseid, Þe bodi, þat on þe bere was leid, Þere hit lai al stille; Jesu ȝaf hit his blessing And steghȝ to heuene, þer he was king, As hit was his wille. 66. Wel oughte we, þat ben in erthe, Were þai neuere so litel wurthe, For to worsschipen louerd oure, Whan swete Jesu ful of ruiȝt Cam into erthe fram heuene liȝt, His moder for to onoure. 67. And who so nelle nowt be war, To honoure þe moder, þat him bar, And his fader at nede, Swete Jesu, heuene kyng, Haueȝ graunted hem luther ending And sshort life to mede. 68. And who so honureȝ be his miȝt His fader and his moder ariȝt, Als he sscholde do, He sschal habbe ate byginning Long lif and god endyng And heuene blisse þer to. 69. Þo Jesu was to heuene went And þe soule þider was sent, Þanne seide seint John: »Ga we don, as god vs het, Ga we forhtȝ vpon oure fet Wiȝ þis cors anon!« 70. Foure apostles, þat þar were, Token vp anon þe bere, þei nolde no lengere dwelle; Þei wenten þourghhout þe toun Wiȝ a fair processioun Amang þo Iwes felle. 71. Þe Iwes, þat weren godes fon, Herden þe apostles singen echon And senten for to enquere Of þe noise, þat þai herde, Wuche manere hit ferde, And what noise hit were. 72. Men tolde þe Iwes ful of enuie, Þat hit was houre leuedi Marie, Þat was boren þourgh þe toun To buriing, richeliche idiȝt And wiȝ mani torches liȝt, Wiȝ fair processioun. 73. Þan seide þe Iwes: »Ful mote hem falle! Þis is a gret despit wiht alle, Þat ani man sschal here: Marie, þat bar þat foule traitour, Sschal be bore wiȝ swich honur Among us alle here! 74. Ga we don hem sschame inow And caste þe bere amiddes þe slow!« And anon riȝt A Iw laide hond vpon þe bare, And al fast he cleuede þare Þourgh vertu of godes miȝt. 75. Oþer, þat comen, to don hire sschame, Wexen boþe blinde und lame: Foule mote hem falle! Blessed be þe king of miȝt, Þat so sauede his moder riȝt Amang þe Iwes alle! 76. Þe apostles hadde god game, Þat þai ȝede so to sschame, Al was here plei. v. 453 l. al ouer was h. p.? Þei were no þing agaste, But songen euere iliche faste And wenten forht here way. 77. Þe Iw, þat cleuede vpon þe bere, Knew Peter, þat was þere, And seide wiȝinne a stonde: v. 459 An Ms. »Bid þi lord, þat is so hende, Deliure me vt of þis bende, Þat ich am inne ibounde!« 78. Peter answerede þo To him, þat was ibounden so And in sorewe browt: »Þat Jesu, mi louerd, is ful of miȝt, Nou þou miȝt se bi siȝt, Þat þi bileue nis nowt! 79. Ȝif þou wilt bileue þis, Þat Jesu almiȝti is, Þat deide vpon þe tre, Is Jesu, þat our leuedi bar, Ich wille bidden him, als i dar, v. 473 I ich Ms. Habbe mercy on þe.« 80. Þe Iw, þat hangede on þe bere Amang alle, þat þere were, Turnede anon his þought And seide: »Ich bileue þis, Þat Jesu almiȝti is And al þe werld made of nowt, 81. And was boren of Marie, And for þe poeple wolde die, For me and oþer mo; And bidde him, ȝif his wille be, Þat he habbe pite of me And bringe me vt of wo!« 82. Anon rit in þat stede Swete Jesus herde his bede And liured him of bondes; And he held hise hondes vprit And þonked Jesu ful of miȝt Alle hise swete sondes. 83. Alle þe Iwes, þat þere were, On him þat hangede on þe bere, In weie þer ȝe ȝede, Spatten on him anon riȝt, For he leuede on godes miȝt, And he ne tok non hede. 84. Peter bad him gon and preche, And þat he sscholde þe Iwes teche, Which was godes miȝt; And he wente and was ful glad To do, þat seinte Peter bad, And bileued ariȝt. 85. His bileue was trist and god, And ful wel he vnderstod, Who browte him out of wo, And prechede, þat er þe þridde dai He made leuen on godes lay An hondred Iwes and mo. 86. Lete we nou þis miracle be And of oure leuedi telle we And of þe apostles echon, Hou þai wenten bi a pahtȝ Into þe val of Josephahtȝ And buriede oure leuedi anon. v. 516 An Ms. 87. Þo oure leuedi was buried þere, Alle þe apostles, þat þere were, To þe cite þai ȝede; And in þai wenten anon, v. 520 l. And in þe temple? And were ful sori euerichon, To murthe ȝhe toke non hede. 88. For er ȝhe passeden fram þe ston, v. 523 passenden Ms. Þer cam to hem an aungel anon In þilke selue stede And bad hem wende forht, to preche And þe poeple for to teche, Als ȝhe ere dede. 89. Litel mete þat dai ȝhe eten, But at þe mete longe þai seten And maden mourninde chere; Euerich to oþer made his mone, Þat oure leuedi was fram hem gone, Þat was hem lef and dere. 90. While ȝhe seten in þat place, Swete Jesu ful of grace Kam þilke selue dai Wiȝ cumpaignie of aungeles briȝte, And into Josephahtȝ he liȝte, Þere oure leuedi lai. 91. Iblessed be hise names seuene! He browte here soule vt of heuene Into erthe amang mankenne; Jesu, as hit was his wille, Wente to þe bodi al stille And putte þe soule þer inne. 92. Þous swete Jesus wis of red Suffred his moder to be ded, To fulfulle þe profecie, For in þe bok hit is told, Þat al þe world, ȝong and hold, Al, þat liueȝ, sschal die. 93. Þerfore Jesu ful of miȝt Brouwte here soule fram heue liȝt Whiȝ murthe of aungles steuene; And soule and bodi and flessch and bon Ȝhe was boren vp anon In to þe blisse of heuene. 94. Þough a man miȝte dwelle, Þer nis no man, þat mai telle Þe ioie, in heuene was diȝt Aȝenes oure leuedi briȝt and sschene, And þere ȝhe was corouned qwene Wiȝ Jesu ful of miȝt. 95. On of þe apostles þer was, Þat was ihoten seint Thomas And was boren in Hynde, Kam to þe buriing ward And brak his felawes foreward, He was to longe bihinde. 96. And bi þe weie als he ȝhede To Josephahtȝ, Thomas tok hede, And wiȝ is eghen he seghȝ Oure swete leuedi, seinte Marie, Wiȝ Jesu and his compaignie To heuene where ȝhe steghȝ. 97. Seint Thomas was agast anon Of hise felawes echon, For he nas nowt þare; He was asshamed, seint Thomas, And ful sori þerfore he was And in muchele care. 98. »Swete leuedi,« quad seint Thomas, »At þi buriing nowt i nas, As ich sscholde habbe be; Þat ich bodiliche telle mai, Þat ich saugh þe here to dai, Som tokne send þou me! 99. But þou sende me som tokning, Mine felawes wille leue no þing, Þat ich saugh þe here. Help me, leuedi, leue lif, Leste þer wexe bitwene vs strif, Whan we comen ifere!« 100. Oure leuedi—blessed mote ȝhe be! Of Thomas hadde gret pite, In kare þat was ibounde; Þe gerdel of hire middel smal, Nowt a gobet þerof, but al, Ȝhe let falle to grounde. 101. And Thomas was war of þat, Vpon knowes þere he sat, And þe gurdel he tok; And oure leuedi steghȝ, And nammore of hire he ne seghȝ, As witnesseȝ holi bok. 102. Seint Thomas ne reste neuere on gronde, Her he hadde hise felawes founden, Þer þei seten on rowe; And anon as ȝhe were mette, Wiȝ feire wordes he hem grette And mekede him to hem lowe. 103. Þe god apostel, seint John, He spak to Thomas anon, Þo he tok of him hede, And seide to him: »Thomas of Hinde, Euere more þou art bihinde: Where were þou at þis nede?« 104. Þous þe apostel, seint John, Blamede seint Thomas anon, For he nas nowt þere. And echon, þat euer þer was, Alle blamede seint Thomas, Ase manie als þer were. 105. Thomas of Hinde stod al stille And let hem habben al here wille And seggen al here þout; »Felawes,« quad Thomas, »so mot ich þe! I saugh oure leuedi latter, þan ȝhe, v. 629 leuedi] om. Ms. Þerfore ne chideȝ me nowt!« 106. »Thomas, Thomas,« quad seint John, »We laiden hire in a þrough of ston, And þere we here lete: Which manere miȝt hit be, Þat þou here seghe latter þan we? v. 635 latter] tt ausgekratzt. We ne dede seththen but ete.« 107. »Felawes,« quad Thomas þo, »Forsothe, ȝhe is þenne igo And went ellesware! Ich warne ȝhe wel, so mot ich þriue! v. 640 I ich Ms. Þough ȝhe highen neuere so bliue, Ȝhe ne sschulle nowt finde hire þare!« 108. »Þous þou ferdest,« quad Peter þo, »Þo swete Jesus was ago And risen þourgh his miȝt: Er þou haddest þiself ifounde Wiȝ þin hond his bitter wonde, Þou noldest nowt leuen hit riȝt.« 109. »Peter,« quad Thomas, »so mot ich þe! Ich leue miself bet þan þe, Ich knowe oure leuedi ful wel; Wiȝ boþe myn eghen ich hit seghȝ, In to heuene where ȝhe steghȝ, Boþe flesch and fel. v. 654 flech Ms. 110. And ich or trowede in mi þought, Þat ȝe nolden leue me nowt, And ich bad hire a bone: Ȝhe sscholde sende me som toknyngh, Þat ich was toward here burying, And ȝhe graunted me sone. 111. Þer i sat vpon mi kne, Leuedi, blessed mote ȝhe be, Flour of wommen alle! Þe gerdel, þat ȝhe werede in herthe— Ihered and heghed mote ȝhe werthe!— Bifore me ȝhe let falle. 112. And ȝif ȝhe nelleȝ nowt leue me, Here ȝhe sschulleȝ sone ise, I ne segge nowt amis. Þe gerdel, þat ȝhe werede hereselue, ȝhe sente tokne to ȝou twelue, And, lo, here hit is!« 113. Þo seint John þe gerdel seghȝ, He held vp boþe honden on heghȝ And knelede adoun ful lowe, And kuste þe gerdel anon riȝt, Þo he hadde þeroffe a siȝt, And seide: »þis gerdel ich knowe! 114. Mi god felawes,« quad seint John, »In Josephaht, in þe ston, Boþe were buried ifere; Þo þe þrough was ischut, Þe gerdel was aboute here knut: Hou hit euere kam here? 115. I rede, we wenden and enquere, Wheþer þe swete bodi be þere, v. 686 þe] he Ms. Þat bar swete Jesus, Oþer ȝhe is out of monument Irisen and to heuene went, Als Thomas telleȝ us! 116. Wende we þider alle twelue And se we þe sothe oure selue, Þanne mowe we be ful bold; v. 693 we] om. Ms. Ȝif ȝhe nis nowt in þe ston, Þanne hit is lesing non, Þat Thomas haueȝ vs told!« 117. Alle twelue were at on And wenten to þe þrough of ston, Þere oure leuedi was leid. No þing in þe ston þer nas: Þo wiste þai wel, þat soht hit was, Þat Thomas hadde iseid. 118. »Lo! felawes,« quad Thomas þo, »þe swete bodi is ago, Þat hider was ibrowt; For ȝe nolde nowt leue me, Nou ȝe mowen ȝoureseluen se, Þat ich ne gabbed nowt!« 119. Þo wenten alle þe apostles anon, Alle abouten þe ston And knouledyn adoun, To honoure, þer þe bodi lai; Al an houre of a dai Þei leien in oreisoun. 120. And anon Jesu Crist Sente a swithe gret mist v. 716 gret] grest Ms. Aboute þe apostles twelue, And echon in diuerse stede, To prechen, ase þai here deden, Was boren bi himselue. 121. Alle were awondred in here þowt, Hou sone ȝhe were atwinne ibrowt, And no wonder hit nas; But swete Jesu ful of miȝt, Þat made boþe dai and niȝt, Ase he wolde, al so hit was. 122. Iblessed be he, swete Jesus, Þat swich a loue had kud vs v. 728 þour Ms. Þourgh his mochel miȝt, To crownen a womman of oure kinde! Qwene in heuene: habbeȝ hit in minde And serueȝ god ariȝt! 123. A gret loue he kudde vs anoþer: He bicam in erthe oure broþer, And oure fader he is And bowte vs out of seruage And ȝaf ous to oure heritage Heueneriches blis. 124. Wel owte we be blithe of mod: Heuene is oure þourgh kinde of blod, Oure and oure childre; Swete Jesu deide þerfore And bowte hit, þo hit was lore v. 743 þo] to Ms. Þourgh trespas of oure eldre. 125. He were a fol, þat miȝte chese And wolde þat heritage lese For loue of worldes winne! Ech man, ase forht as he mai, Þenk vpon domes dai And sschome dedli sinne! 126. Nou habbe ȝe herd þe resoun Of þe swete assumpsioun Of oure leuedi hende. Jesu, þat is here swete sone, Ȝiue ous grace, forto wone In ioie, þat neuere schal ende! [On þe seuen dedly] sinnes. On—dedly mit dem abgeschnittenen oberen rande des blattes verloren. Jesu, þat for vs wolde die And was boren of maiden Marie, Forȝiue vs, louerd, oure misdede And help vs ate oure moste nede! To þo, þat habben laiser to dwelle, Of holi writ ich wole ȝou telle, And alle, þat taken þer to hede, God wille quiten al here mede! Þer beȝ dedli sinnes seuene, Þat letteȝ man to come to heuene, And Jesu Cristes hestes ten, Þat children and wimmen and men v. 12 wimmen Ms. Of twelue winter elde and more After holi cherche lore Euerichone þai sscholden knowe, —But to lerne þai beȝ to slowe— And þe Pater noster and þe Crede, Þer offe ȝe sscholden taken hede, On Englissch to segge, what hit were, Als holi cherche ȝou wolde lere; For hit is to þe soules biheue, Ech man to knowen his bileue, And also ȝe sscholden habben in minde, Cristene men, þat were kynde, Godes passion, biter als galle, v. 25 biter biter L[aing]. Þat he þolede for vs alle, To sturen out of dedli sinne; Of þise þinges ich wille beginne; Þat ich habbe here isaid, Let hit in ȝoure hertes be leid, Poure and riche, ȝonge and old, And ȝe sscholle here hit itold! v. 32 it L. itold] it auf rasur. We sschulle be knowe to Jesu Crist And to his moder Marie And to alle halewen And merci hem crie, v. 36 crie] cr auf rasur. Þat we habbeȝ him agult, In flessches luste oure lif ipult; In pride we habben lad oure lif And þourgh hete imaked strif, v. 40 here Ms. In glotonie oure lif ilad And oþer men þar to irad Þourgh pride and þourgh glotonie, We habben iliued in lecherie, Boþe wiȝ dede and wiȝ þought v. 45 Boþe] Sothe L. Vnkyndeliche wiȝ mi bodi wrought; v. 46 l. our bodis. In nithe and onde we habben lein v. 47 niche L. And wiȝ oure tonges men islein, v. 48 our L. To coueitise oure hertes ȝiuen, v. 49 coueteise L. In pride of richesse for to liuen; In sleuthe we habben founden ofte And loked þe foule bodi softe. Þise beȝ dedli sennes seuene, v. 53 sinnes L. Þat letteȝ man to come to heuene. Herkneȝ nou, wimmen and men, Jesu Cristes hestes ten, Þat we habben broken ofte And loked þe foule bodi ful softe, Nowt worsschiped god, as we sscholde, In coueitise lad oure lif on molde, Euele iloked oure haliday, Litel don, þat þer to lay, v. 62 laye L. In mo godes leued, þan in on, In tales, in fantomes mani on, On þe bok falsli sworen And ofte fals witnesse boren; Þefliche we habben þing istole v. 67 habben] mit verweisungszeichen am rande nachgetr. And oþer mannes þefte ihole, Boþe in ernest and in game In ydel nemned godes name; v. 70 nemmed L. godes n auf rasur. Houre emcristene we habben islawe v. 71 eni cr. L. And wiȝ oure tounge al to-drawe; We habben in hoker and scorning Oure emcristene driuen to heying. v. 74 eni cr. L. Þese beȝ godes hestes ten: v. 75 Þise L. Herkneȝ, men and wimmen, v. 76 Herketh L. And ȝe sschulle here on englissch iwis, What ȝoure Pater noster is: Oure fader in heuene-riche, Þi name be blessed euere iliche! In þi kyngdom, louerd, Þat milde art and stille, Boþe in heuene and in erthe v. 83 Boþe] Sothe L. Fulfeld be þi wille! Jesu, ful of grace, v. 85 f. im Ms. als eine zeile geschr. Louerd, þat al do mai, Oure eueriches daies bred Graunte vs, louerd, to dai, And forȝiue vs, louerd, Þat we habbeȝ agult, Als we forȝiueȝ oþer men, In oure grace þat beȝ pult! v. 92 our L. In þe fendes fonding, louerd, Ne let vs neuere dwelle! Deliuere vs þourgh þi grace Fram þe pine of helle! AMEN. On englissch þis is Ȝoure Pater noster, iwis; Lestneȝ nou and taked hede, And ich wille tellen ȝou ȝour Crede! v. 100 ȝour] r von anderer hand später hinzugef. We sschulle bileue on Jesu Crist, Fader al-weldinge, v. 102 weldinde Ms. Sscheppere of heuene and of erthe And of alle þinge, And in Jesu Crist, fader and sone, And oure louerd icoren, Ikenned of þe holi gost And of a maiden iboren; Vnder Pounce Pilate He þolede pines stronge, v. 110 pinis L. Vpon þe rode he was idon And þolede deȝ wiȝ wronge; His bodi was iburied Amang þo Jues felle; Als his swete wille was, He liȝte in to helle; Þe soules, þat were hise, He browghte hem out of sorewe, And ros fram deþe to liue Vpon þe þridde morewe. To heuene he steyghȝ, þer he sit, Þat al þe werld sschal diȝte, Vpon his fader riȝt hond, Oure louerd ful of miȝte. At þe dai of jugement He sschal comen to deme Boþe þe quike and þe dede: Ech man take ȝeme! We sschulle bileue on þe holi gost, And holi churche bileue, And on alle halewen, Þat no þing mai greue, In remissioun of oure sinnes, Þat we sschulle vprise And come bifore Jesu Crist, Þat sschal be riȝt justice. We sschulle come biforen him Alle on domes dai, And after habbe þe lif, Þat sschal lasten ai. Gode men, so god me spede, Þis is on englissch ȝoure Crede, And a while ȝif ȝe wulle dwelle, Þe Aue Marie ich wille ȝou telle: Heil be þou, Marie, Leuedi ful of grace! God is wiȝ þe, leuedi, In heuene þou hauest a place! v. 148 hanest L. Iblessed mote þou be, Leuedi, of alle wimmen, And þe frut of þi wombe, Iblessed be hit! Amen. Amen is to seggen: So mote hit be! Þis is Pater noster and Crede v. 155 is] om. Ms. And Marie Aue. Nou habbe ȝe herd ȝoure bileue, v. 157 Nou] Þou (þ initiale) Ms. Þat is maked to soule biheue; Herkneȝ a while, ȝe, þat mowen, And herkneȝ godes passioun, Þat he þolede for man-kynde: For godes loue, holdeȝ hit in minde! In holi writ hit is told: Þo Judas hadde Jesu sold, Þe Jeues token alle o red, Þat swete Jesu sscholde be ded, And comen armed wiȝ lanterne liȝt And nomen Jesu al be niȝt And ladden him forht amang alle In to Cayfases halle, And þere he was wel euel idiȝt, Til on þe morewe al þat niȝt. On morewe, þo þat þe dai sprong, Þei deden Jesu Crist wrong, Bounden hise eȝghen and buffated him sore; And ȝit he þolede mochele more: Iwes, ful of pride and hete, In his visage gonne spete. Jesu, for þat foule despit, Þat hente þi bodi, þat was so whit, Ȝiue vs grace, þis dai to ende In his seruise, þe fend to sschende! In holi writ hit is ifounde: Þere Jesu stod vpon þe grounde, Þo hit cam to prime of dai, Iwes dedin him gret derai: Bifore þe maistres of þe lawe As a þef he was idrawe; Here and þere he was ipult, And swete Jesu, he ne hadde no gult, But al þe sorewe, þat he was inne, Al to gidere was for oure sinne! v. 192 our L. Jesu, for þat foule derai, Þat þou hentest at prime of dai, Ȝiue vs grace, of sinne arise And enden in þi swete seruise! v. 196 þi] his Ms. Þous telleȝ þise wise men of lore, Þat Jesu þolede for vs more: Jesu þolede for to binde At vndren hise honden him bihinde To a piler, and beten faste, While þe scourges wolden laste. Jesu for þat mochele sorewe, Þat he tholede, oure soules to borewe, v. 204 our L. Brenge vs out of dedli sinne And alle, þat liggen ibounden þer inne! In holi writ hit telleȝ þous: Wel more þolede swete Jesus; Jesu þolede at middai, And nowt ones saide nai, Iwes nailen him on þe rode For oure gult and for oure gode, v. 212 our L. And wel mildliche he let v. 213 midliche Ms. Þurle his hondes and his fet. His heued was crouned, þat was sene, Wiȝ sscharpe thornes and wiȝ kene, Þat euerich þorn made a wonde; v. 217 made] hadde Ms. Þe stremes ronnen doun to grounde. v. 218 our L. Jesu, for þo harde stoundes, Þat þou þoledest, and bitter wondes, Forȝiue vs, þat we habbeȝ agult, v. 221 vs] om. L. And lete vs neuere in helle be pult! Als telleȝ þe profecye, A litel, er he sscholde dye, Swete Jesu, þo hit was non, To his fader he bad a bon, v. 226 had abon L. He sscholde forȝiuen hem þe gult, þat him hadden on rode ipult. A bitter drinkke him was iȝoue Vpon þe rode for oure loue, Þourgh counseil of þe Iwes alle, Aisil and galle menged wiȝ-alle; v. 232 galle] swot Ms. Jesu, þat was wonded sore, Tasted þer of and nolde nammore. At þat time, wiȝ outen bost, Swete Jesu ȝald þe gost. v. 236 goste L. His swete bodi, þat was so whit, Ȝit þai deden hit more despit: Þe Iwes token hem to red, Þo swete Jesu Crist was ded, At his herte þai maden a wounde Wiȝ a spere sscharpe igrounde; In at his side þe spere rof, Blod and water out þer drof; Moste no þing leue wiȝ inne, And al to gidere for oure sinne. Jesu, þat hanged vpon þe rode And deide þer on for oure gode, Nowt for his gult, but for oure sinne, Sende pees amang mankenne! Þise clerkes, þat counne of letture, v. 251 connue L. lec∣ture L. Finden in holi scripture, Þat Jesu, þat al þe werld had wrought, Heuene and erthe made of nowt, Þo euensongtime was icome, Doun of þe rode he was inome v. 256 af L. Wiȝ Joseph and wiȝ oþer mo Of hise desiples, þat were þo. Þo oure swete leuedi seghȝ v. 259 seighth L. His bodi hangen on rode heghȝ, His honden þurled and his fet, Bittere teres and blodi he let. For þo bittere teres and smerte, Þat comen fram his moder herte, v. 264 moder] mo durch ein loch im perg. verletzt. Biseche we him, ȝif his wille be, He ȝiue vs grace, helle to fle And in heuene to habben a place, Þat we moten sen his face! In holi writ hit is irad, Jesu, þat on þe rode was sprad, Þo he hadde þoled his wo And þe dai was al ago, In holi writ hit is iseid, In sepulcre he was ileid, And, als we here þise clerkes telle, He liȝte adoun and herewede helle, And tok out Adam and Eue And alle þo, þat him were leue. Þo he hadde browt hem out of sorewe, He ros fram deþe þe þridde morewe, To heuene he steighȝ þourgh his miȝt, Þat al þe werld sschal deme and diȝt, Euere more þere to wone, Sohtfast god, fader and sone. Biseche we þanne god in heuene, For hise blessed names seuene, Þat made boþe mone and sterre, Sende pees, þere is werre, And ȝiue cristenemen grace, In to þe holi lond to pace And sle Sarazins, þat beȝ so riue, v. 291 saraxins L. And lete be cristenemen on liue And saue þe pes of holi cherche And ȝiue vs grace so to werche, Þat we mowen gode acountes make v. 295 acomttes L. Of þat god vs haueȝ itake, v. 296 hanez L. At þe dom whan he sschal stonden Wiȝ blodi sides, fet and honden, And parten al þe werld a two, Þat on to wele, þat oþer to wo; For, als we here clerkes telle, Þat o part, iwis, sschal to helle, And, forsothe, ȝif þai lie, Þanne lieȝ þe profecie; And þat oþer part sschal wende In to blisse, þat haueȝ non ende; v. 306 hanez L. To þat blisse bringe vs he, Þat is and was and euer sschal be! Amen. VI. Das Vater unser.

Dies gedicht findet sich bei Laing, a. a. o. p. 92 ff. abgedruckt, der jedoch die nur fragmentarisch erhaltenen verse, über die meine beschreibung der hs., bd. VII, p. 185 zu vergleichen ist, ganz mit stillschweigen übergeht. Der schluss fehlt. Diese paraphrase des Vater unser diente sicherlich demselben zwecke wie das vorher edirte denkmal. Dass sie in der hs. als no. XXII bezeichnet ist (vgl. bd. VII a. a. o.), erklärt sich sehr einfach daraus, dass die einzelnen abschnitte von no. XIX einzeln gezählt sind.

Þe Pater noster vndo on englissh. Die überschrift roth. Alle, þat euer gon and riden, Þat willeȝ godes merci abiden, Lewede men, þat ne beȝ no clerkes, Þo þat leuen on godes werkes, Lesteȝ, and ȝe sschollen here, iwis, What ȝoure Pater noster is! Ech man here of take hede: Godiliche while Jesu ȝede In erthe wiȝ his apostles twelue, Jesu Crist made hit him selue, And, als hit telleȝ in þe bok, Hise Apostles he hit bitok, For þai sscholden habben hit in minde And techen hit to al man-kynde. Of alle þe clerkes vnder sonne, Þer nis non of hem, þat conne A beter oreisoun, iwis, Þanne þe Pater noster is. Þous seggeȝ þise clerkes wise, v. 19 this L. Þat mochel connen of clergise. Seuen oreisouns þer beȝ inne, Þat helpeȝ men out of dedli sinne, And ȝif ȝe willeȝ a while dwelle, Al on englissch ich wille ȝou telle v. 24 englissche L. ich] om. L. Þe skile of hem alle seuene, v. 25 seuen L. Wiȝ help of godes miȝt of heuene! Pater noster, qui es in celis, Þat is to segge þis: Oure fader in heuene-riche, Þi name be blessed euere iliche! Þis is þe ferste oreisoun of seuene: We clepen oure fader þe kyng of heuene, And ȝif he houre fader is, Þanne be we hise children, iwis, And Jesu is ful of alle godnesse, Wiȝ him nis no wikkednesse. Þanne mote we, so mote ich þe, v. 37 mot L. Ȝif we willen hise children be, Fonden to liuen in god lif, Wiȝ outen contek, wiȝ outen strif, Wiȝ outen pride and enuye, Coueitise and glotonye, v. 42 couetyse L. Þanne mowe we seggen, iwis, v. 43 we] om. Ms. Þat Jesu Crist oure fader is; v. 44 our L. Ȝif we wile be clene isschriue And in clene lif liue, Þanne mowe we, whan we beȝ of age, v. 47 Than L. Claymen oure fader heritage, v. 48 our L. Þe blisse, þat lasteȝ wiȝ outen ende. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . v. 50 om. MS. Sannctificetur nomen tuum! Þat is to segge al and sum: Jesu, god in trinite, Þi name, iblessed mot hit be! Þat is to vnderstonde þis: Whan we blessen his name, iwis, We bisechen swete Jesus, Þat his name mote be wiȝ ous And we ben clene isschriue And out of sinne þenken to liue. His name nel nowt wiȝ ous be, To holden hit, we ne habbeȝ no poste, But ȝif we liuen in god lif, In loue and charite wiȝ outen strif, Þanne wille his name wiȝ ous dwelle And sauuen vs fram þe fend of helle! Jesu, þat boughte lewede and clerkes, Schilde vs fram þe fendes werkes! Adueniat regnum tuum! Iwis, Þat is to segge þis: Louerd, to þi kyneriche Lat ous comen al iliche! v. 72 Let L. Here we bisechen þe heuene-kyng, Þat we moten comen to his wonyng v. 74 wonnyng L; womyng Ms. And we be in gode liue inome; To his wonyng mowe we nowt come, Þanne is oure bidding for nowt, But ȝif we ben in god lif kaut; Þerfore ech man amende him here, Þat we moten wenden al ifere In to blisse, þat ne haueȝ non ende To þilke blisse god vs sende, Þer noman comeȝ, maiden ne wif, But he be nomen in god lif! Fiat voluntas tua Sicut in celo & in terra! Þat is to segge þous: We biddeȝ to swete Jesus, Þat his wille be ido In heuene and in erthe also; Þat is to vnderstonden þous, Þat we sscholden seruen swete Jesus To his paie and to his wille, Oure bidding to fulfille. And ȝif we ne serue him nowt ariȝt, v. 95 And—nowt] auf rasur geschr. Jesu Crist, bi houre miȝt, Þanne do we in þat bidding Nowt bote scornen oure heuene-kyng. Þerfore ech man, ȝif he mai, Fonde boþe niȝt and dai, v. 100 Fonde] F sehr verkratzt. To serue Jesu Crist to wille, Oure biseching to fulfille; For, forsothe, godes wille is, Þat we ne sscholden nowt don amis. Panem nostrum cotidianum da nobis hodie! v. 105 nostram (!) L. Is to segge, so mot ich þe: Oure bred ordeined for eche dai, Louerd, ȝiuet vs to dai! Þat is to segge þous: We bisechen swete Jesus, Þat he graunte vs alle þinges two: Soules fode and lif also. v. 112 lif] l. bodies? Nammore mai þe soule liue, v. 113 þe] thi L. But þe bodi hit mete ȝiue, v. 114 þe]thi L. Nammore, þan þe bodi lif mai v. 115 bodi] om. Ms. Wiȝ outen erthliche mete a dai; Þan is þis þe soule fode: Almes-dede and bedes gode, Loue and charite wiȝ outen strif, Þis mai holde þe soules lif, Als þe bodi liueȝ wiȝ bred, v. 121 bodi] lif Ms. For honger þat hit nis nowt ded. Þe sixte bede is þis: Et dimitte nobis debita nostra, sicut & nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris! Þis is þe sixte bidding, Þat we bidden oure heuene-kyng: Forȝiue vs, þat we habbeȝ misdo, Als we forȝiuen oþer also, Þat vs habben here agult, Þat in oure mercy ben ipult! Ȝif ani man, þat is in londe, Liueȝ in nyht oþer in onde Þourgh counseil of þe fendes red, He biddeȝ aȝenes his owene hed And makeȝ him heiere in erthe, Þan Jesu Crist, þat more is werthe. Þat w . . . . . . . . . . . . And w . . . . . . . . . . . Þat w . . . . . . . . . . . . . v. 139 w unvollst. Þous . . . . . . . . . . . . . Þerfore . . . . . . . . . . . . To liue . . . . . . . . . . . . And liu . . . . . . . . . . God gra . . . . . . . . . . Þe se . . . . . . . . . . . Et . . . . . . . . . . Set liber . . . . . . . . . . Here w . . . . . . . . . . . . Sschilde . . . . . . . . . . And del . . . . . . . . . . Fram þ . . . . . . . . . . Þat is s . . . . . . . . . . To cache . . . . . . . . . . For to br . . . . . . . . . . . Euere m . . . . . . . . . . Þise beȝ . . . . . . . . . . Þe beste . . . . . . . . . . Wiȝ help . . . . . . . . . . . To helpe . . . . . . . . . . Ech ma . . . . . . . . . . Who so . . . . . . . . . . . Ȝif þ . . . . . . . . . . Þanne . . . . . . . . . . Þerfor . . . . . . . . . . Ȝonge . . . . . . . . . . Ȝif w . . . . . . . . . . Ani . . . . . . . . . . . And . . . . . . . . . . . Niȝt . . . . . . . . . . Þan . . . . . . . . . . Þer . . . . . . . . . . At þ . . . . . . . . . . Þer r . . . . . . . . . . VII. Psalm L.

Diese paraphrase des 50. Psalms (nach der zählung der Vul∣gata) ist bei Laing a. a. o. p. 76-80 abgedruckt. Die gesperrt gedruckten anfänge der verse des originals sind, ebenso wie die über∣schrift, roth geschrieben. Noch bemerke ich, dass mit abdruck dieses stückes alle in Laing's seltenem und unzuverlässigem buche edirten dichtungen allgemein zugänglich gemacht sind.

Dauid þe King. Þe] in der überschrift zerkratzt und unsicher. Unter der überschrift ist eine illustration weggeschnitten, auf deren rückseite Miserere mei deus &c. Lord god, to þe we calle, Þat þou haue merci on ous alle, & for þi michel mekenisse Þat we mot comen to þi blisse. Et secundum multitudinem &c. Astow art lord of mest pouste, Ful of merci & of pite, Do oway our wickednisse & of our sinnes forȝiuenisse. Amplius laua me domine &c. An kepe ous alle fram dedli sinne, v. 9 And L. Þat non of ous no dye þerinne; v. 10 dye] dre L. Our sinnes wele we knowen alle, Þat maken ous oft oȝain þe falle, Þat we no quem þe nouȝt ariȝt, As we auȝten wiþ al our miȝt. Quoniam iniquitatem meam &c. Lord, mi wickednisse y knowe wel, Fram ende to ende eueridel, & euer is mi sinne oȝaines me: Lord, on me haue pite! Tibi soli peccaui & malum &c. Oȝaines þe, lord, we han misdone, Niȝt & day, oft & ylome. v. 20 oft] t mit dunklerer tinte später hinzugefügt. Þou chast ous, lord, wiþ wordes þine & scheld ous alle from helle pine. Ecceenim [in] iniquita[ti]bus &c. Lord god, to þe we calle, Our sinnes þou knowest alle; In sinne we were biȝeten & born, No were þi grace, we were forlorn. E . . . . . . . . . . . Þ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . W . . . . . . . . . . . & . . . . . . . . . . . Þ . . . . . . . . . . & . . . . . . . . . . A . . . . . . . . . . Þ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Þ . . . . . . . . . . Þ . . . . . . . . . au v. 27-36 standen. Auditui meo dabis &c. In heriing þou hast ȝouen ous blis, v. 38 confort L. Gret comfort & ioie ywis; Þerfore we schulden ioie make, Milde & boxsom for þi sake. Auerte faciem tuam &c. Fram our sinnes, lord, turn þi face, Ous to amenden þou ȝeue ous grace, & al our sinnes þou do oway, v. 44 daye L. Þat we han don bi niȝt & day. Cor mundum crea &c. A clene hert þou do ous inne, Þat we no more do no sinne: Þe holy gost be ous among, Oȝain our enemy þat we may stond. Ne proicias me &c. Lord, ne alome nouȝt þi face Fram ous nowhare in non place No þi swete holy gost, King Jesu, as þou al wost. Redde michi leticiam &c. Ȝeld ous þe ioie of þi greting Wiþ þe holy gost comforting, & we wil teche þe riȝt way To hem, þat ben in sinne bi lay, Þat þai hem turn to þi blis: Lord Jesu, to heuen ous wis! Docebo iniquos vias tuas &c. Ich hem wil þe way teche: Lord Jesu, þou be our leche! Of pi merci þai schul ioie make Euer more for þi sake. Libera me de sanguinibus &c. Lord Jesu, heuen king, Ous alle schilde fram wicked fonding, & mi tonge schal speken & say Godenisse of þe eueri day. Domine, labia mea aperies &c Lord, mi lippes þou vndo! Graunt me, lord, þat it be so! Wiþ praiers ichil ho nour þe, Þi godhed & ek þi dignete. Quoniam si uoluisses &c. Lord, ȝif it þi wille hadde be, Sacrifise ich wold haue ȝeuen þe; Bot þat þing no wostow nouȝt, Þou wost haue þat þou hast bouȝt: Mannes soule þou wost haue, Oþer ne woldestow nouȝt craue. Sacrificium deo spiritus &c. Man, ȝif þou art meke & milde, God þe wil fram schame schilde. Þine euen cristene þou nouȝt despise, For Jesus Crist is heiȝe Justise. Benigne fac domine &c. Lord, debonoure of al þing, Astow art miȝtful heuen king; Wiþ gode wille þou ous wisse & rade, Þat holy chirche were vp ymade. Tunc acceptabis &c. Þan artow riȝt justise & reseiuest þe sacrifise, Þe offring alle opon þe auter, Mannes soule, þat is þe leue & dere. Gloria patri & filio etc. Joie & blis, as we mone, Be wiþ þe fader & sone & ek wiþ þe holy gost, Lord Jesu, as þou wele wost! Sicut erat in principio &c. As it was & euer schal be Wiþ þe holy gost in trinite, Fram þe first bigininge, Þat neuer no schal haue endinge. Amen. BRESLAU, juni 1885. E. Kölbing. Die feinde des menschen. I. Þe siker soþe who so seys, Wiþ diol dreye we our days v. 2 diol] dwl T(urnbull). & walk mani wil ways As wandrand wiȝtes. Al our games ous agas, So mani tenes on tas Þurch fonding of fele fas, Þat fast wiþ ous fiȝtes. Our flesche is fouled wiþ þe fende; Þer we finde a fals frende: Þei þai heuen vp her hende, Þai no hold nouȝt her hiȝtes. Þis er þre, þat er þra, Ȝete þe ferþ is our fa, Deþ, þat derieþ ous swa & diolely ous diȝtes. v. 16 dwlely T. II. Þis world wileþ þus, y wat, Þurch falsschip of fair hat; v. 18 falschip T. Where we go bi ani gat, Wiþ bale he ous bites. v. 20 he] om. T. Now kirt, now care, Now min, now mare, Now sounde, now sare, Now song, now sites, Now nouȝt, now ynouȝ, Now wele, now wouȝ, Now is in longing, þat louȝ, Þat o þis liif lites; Now geten, now gan— v. 29 gentē, n unterpunktet, ms., gete T. Y tel it bot a lent lan, When al þe welþ of our wan Þus oway wites. III. Now vnder, now ouer, Now cast, now couer, Now plente, now pouer, Now pine, now plawe, Now heþen, now here, Now feble, now fere, Now swift, now swere, Now snelle, now slawe, Now nouȝt, now ynouȝ, Now fals, now frouȝ, Þe warld tirneþ ous touȝ v. 43 tirueþ ms. Fram wawe to wawe, Til we be broyden in a brayd, Þat our lickham is layd In a graue, þat is grayd v. 47 zwischen der vorhergehenden und folgenden zeile nachgetr. Vnder lame lawe. IV. When derne deþ ous haþ ydiȝt, v. 49 ydiȝt] auf rasur geschrieben; dight T. Is non so war no so wiȝt, v. 50 no] non T. Þat he no felles him in fiȝt, As fire doþ in tunder. Þer nis no letting at lite, Þat he no tilles til him tite; v. 54 tittes ms. til] al T. Þat he haþ sammned in site, v. 55 samned T. Sone wil he sunder. v. 56 wel ms.? Noiþer he stintes ne stokes, v. 57 he] be T. Bot ay prickes & prokes, Til he vnclustri al þe lokes, Þat liif ligges vnder. When y tent til him take, Hou schuld ich ani mirþe make Or wele in þis warld wake? Ywis, it were wonder! V. Deþ, þat deries ous ȝete & makes mani wonges wete, Þer nis no liif, þat he wil lete, To lache, when him list. When he is lopen, out of les, No pray noman after pes; For non giftes, þat ges, Mai no man til him trist. Our gode frendes haþ he fot Our put þe pouer to þe pot & ouer him yknett his knott Vnder his clay kist. Derne deþ opon þe ȝong, Wiþ þe to striue, it is strong: Y wold be wreken of mi wrong, v. 79 mi] vn T. Ȝif y way wist! VI. When þou has gaderd & yglened, v. 81 ygleued T. Long ly opon & lened, v. 82 lened T. Sparely þi gode spened & loþ for to lete: Þe war leuer swelt vnder sword, Þan parti of þi peni hord; Þou wringest mani wrang word Wiþ wanges ful wete, & deþ dinges o þi dore, Þat nedes schal be þi neiȝebore & fett þe to fen fore Foule vnder fete, For al þe craft, þat þou can, & al þe wele, þatow wan, Þe mock & þe mad man No schul þai neuer mete. VII. Seþthorn;en font ous fra filþ wesche, v. 97 ous] s ü. d. z. geschr. wesche] wasche, a unterpunktet und e übergeschr. Our fa haue founde we our flesche v. 98 fonde T. Wiþ mani fondinges & fresche, & four sum of fendes. v. 100 sum] danach ein buchst. ausradirt. Is nan so þra of hem þre, Þat ma merres þan he, v. 102 he] me ms. Bisier mai nan be, To bring ous out bendes. v. 104 out] t ü. d. z. geschr. Man, mene þou þi mis, Trowe trustly on þis, Þou no wat neuer, ywis, In world whare þou wendes, No wat gat þatow gas! Þis four er redi on þi pas.— v. 110 er] ar T. Now haue y founden þi fas: Finde tow þi frendes! Auchinleck-hs. Þe king of Tars. 1. Herkneþ to me, boþe eld & ȝing, For Maries loue, þat swete þing, Al hou a wer bigan Bitvene a trewe cristen king & an heþen heye lording, Of Dames þe soudan! Þe king of Tars hadde a wiue, Feirer miȝt non ben oliue, Þat ani wiȝt telle can; A douhter þai hadde hem bitven, Non feirer woman miȝt ben, As white as feþer of swan. 2. Þe meiden was schast & bliþe of chere, Wiþ rode red so blosme on brere & eyȝen stepe & gray, Wiþ lowe scholders & white swere; Hir for to sen was gret preier Of princes proud in play. 18 in] & MS. Þe los of hir gan spring wide In oþer londes bi ich a side, So þe soudan hert it say. Him þouȝt, his hert, it brast ofiue Bot ȝif he miȝt haue hir to wiue, Þat was so feir a may. 3. His messangers he gan calle & bad hem wiȝtly wenden alle To hir fader þe king, & seyd, he wald, hou so it bifalle, His douhter cloþe in riche palle & spouse hir wiþ his ring, & ȝif he nold, wiþ outen feyl, He wald hir win in batayl Wiþ mani an heye lording. Þe messangers, forþ þai went, To don þe soudans comandment, Wiþ outen ani duelling. 4. Þan þe king of Tars þis vnderstode, Almest for wretþe he wex ner wode & seyd þus in sawe: »Bi him þat dyed on þe rode, Ich wald arst spille min hertblode, In bateyl to ben yslawe; Y nold hir ȝiue a Sarazin For alle þe lond þat is mine, Þe deuel him arst to-drawe, Bot sche wil wiþ hir gode wille Be wedded to him, hir selue to spille; Hir þouȝtes nouȝt y no knawe; 5. Ac y schal wite, ar þan ȝe pas.« His douhter anon was brouȝt in plas, & he axed hir biliue: »Douhter, þe soudan of Damas Ȝernes for to se þi fas & wald þe haue to wiue; Waldestow, douhter, for tresour For-sake Jesus, our saueour, Þat suffred woundes fiue?« Þe maiden answerd wiþ mild mod, Biforn hir fader þer sche stode: »Nay, lord, so mot y þriue! 6. Jesu, mi lord in trinite, Lat me neuer þat day yse, A tirant for to take: O god & persones þre, For Marie loue, þi moder fre, Ȝif him arst tene & wrake!« Þe king seyd: »Douhter, be stille: Þou schalt neuer be wedded him tille, For no bost, he can make; Y schal him sende word oȝein, Þat alle his þouȝtes ben in vein, For þou hast him for-sake.« 7. Riȝt be þe self messangers, Þat com fro þe soudan fers, Þis wordes he him sent, Þat sche leued nouȝt on his maners, Sche nold nouȝt leten hir preiers To god omnipotent; He bad him take anoþer þouȝt, For of his douhter no tit him nouȝt, For tresore no for rent. Þe messangers herd him þus seyn, Wiþ þat word þai turned oȝain & to þe soudan þai went. 8. As þe soudan sat at his des, Yserued of þe first mes, Þai com in to þe halle Bi for þo princes prout in pres, Her tale to telle, wiþ outen les, On knes þai gun doun falle. Þai seyd: »Sir, þe king of Tars Of wicked wordes is nouȝt scars, Heþen hounde he gan þe calle; & ar he ȝiue his douhter þe tille, 94 hi^s MS.—tlle (!) MS. Þine hert blod he will spille & þine barouns alle.« 9. When þe soudan þis wordes herd, Also a wilde bore he ferd, His robe he rent adoun; His here he rent of heued & berd, He schuld venge him wiþ his swerd, He swore bi seyn Mahoun. Þe table so heteliche he smot, It fel in to þe flore fot hot, & loked as a lyoun; Al þat he rauȝt, he smot doun riȝt, Seriaunt, squier, clerk & kniȝt, Boþe erl & baroun. 10. Al þus þe soudan ferd, y pliȝt, Al þat day & alle þat niȝt, Noman miȝt him schast; A morwe, when it was liȝt, His messangers he sent ful riȝt 113 auf rasur geschr For his barouns wel fast, Þat þai com to his parlement, For to heren his iugement, Boþe lest & mast; When þe parlement was pleyner, Þo bi-spak þe soudan fer & seyd to hem in hast: 11. »Lordinges«, he seyd, »what to red? Me haþ ben don a gret misdede: Of Tars þe cristen king, Y bede him boþe lond & lede For his douhter worþliche in wede, To han wed hir wiþ ring, & he me sent word ogain, In bateyl y schuld arst be sleyn & mani an heye lording; &, certes, he schal be for-sworn, Wroþer hele þan was he born, Bot y þer to it bring. 12. & þer fore ich haue after ȝou sent & asembled here þis parlement, To wite ȝour conseyle.« & alle þai seyd wiþ gode entent, Þai were at his comandment, Certeyn, wiþ outen feile. Riȝt bi þat day a fourtenniȝt Þai schul ben alle redi diȝt Wiþ helme, & hauberk of meile. 141 In hau∣berk stehen die buchstaben ber auf rasur, & om. MS. & whan þai were so at his hest, Þe soudan made a riche fest For loue of his bateyle. 13. Þe soudan gaderd a rout vnride Of Sarrazins of michel pride, Opon þe king to wende. 147 to to wende MS. Þe king of Tars herd sey þat tide, He gadred his ost bi ich a side, Al þat he miȝt of-sende; Þan bi-gan wretþe to wake, For þat mariage miȝt nouȝt take Of þat maiden hende. Of bateyl þai gun sett a day, Of seynt Eline, þe þridde in May, 155 Der dritte mai ist der tag der kreuzesfindung, also der tag der heil. Helena. No lenger no wald þai lende. 14. Þe soudan com wiþ his pouwer, Wiþ briȝt armour & brod baner, In to þe feld to fiȝt, Wiþ sexti þousend Sarrazins fer, Þat alle þe feldes fer & ner Wiþ helmes lemed liȝt. Þe king of Tars com wiþ his ost, Wiþ gret pride & michel bost, Wiþ mani an hardi kniȝt, & aiþer ost gan oþer aseyle; Þer miȝt men se a strong bateyle, Þat grimli was of siȝt. 15. Þer hewe houndes on cristen men & feld hem doun bi niȝen & ten; So wilde þai were & wode, Þat men miȝt sen alle þe fen Of cristen boþe fremd & ken, Þe valays ren on blod. Þe soudan & his folk þat stounde Hewe adoun wiþ grimli wounde Mani a frely fode. Allas, to wele sped Mahoun, Þe cristen men ȝede al adoun, Was nouȝt, þat hem wiþ-stode. 16. Þe king of Tars seye þat siȝt, For wretþe he was neye wode, apliȝt, He hent in hond a spere, & to þe soudan he rode ful riȝt, Wiþ a stroke o michel miȝt To grounde he gan him bere. Þer he hadde þe soudan slawe, Ac ten þousend of heþen lawe Saued him in þat were; Þai sett him on a ful gode stede, Þat was so gode at eueri nede, Þat noman miȝt him dere. 17. & when he was opon his stede, Him þouȝt, he brend so spark on glede For ire & for envie; He fauȝt so he wald wede, Alle þat he hit, he maked blede; »Help, Mahoun!« he gan crie. Mani helme þer was of-weued & mani bacinet to-cleued & sadles fel emtye; Mani swerd & mani scheld & mani kniȝt lay in þe feld Of cristen compeynie. 18. Þe king of Tars seye him so ride, He fleye, & durst nouȝt abide, Homward to his cite; Þe Sarrazins folwed in þat tide & slouȝ adoun bi ich a side 209 slouȝ adoun auf rasur. Þat cristen folk so fre. Þritti þousend þer were y-slawe Of kniȝtes of cristen lawe, & þat was gret pite. A morwe for her boþer sake Trewes þai gun bi tven hem take A moneþ & dayes þre. 19. On a day þe king sat in his halle & made grete diol wiþ alle, For his folk were for-lore. His douhter com clad in palle, Adoun on knes sche gan to falle & seyd wiþ sikeing sore: »Sir, lete me be þe soudans wiif & rere namore cuntek no striif, As haþ ben here bi fore; For me haþ mani man ben schent, Cites nomen & tounes brent, Allas, þat ich was bore! 20. Fader, y wil serue at wille Þe soudan, boþe loude & stille, & leue on god al-miȝt; Bot it so be, he schal þe spille & alle þi lond take him tille Wiþ bateyle & wiþ fiȝt. Certes, y nil no lenger dreye, Þat cristen folk for me dye, It were a diolful siȝt.« Þe king of Tars answerd þo, As man, þat was in sorwe & wo, Vn-to þat bird briȝt: 21. »Now, douhter, blisced mot þou be Of Jesu Crist in trinite, Þe time, þat þou were bore, For þou wilt saue þi moder & me, 244 & me auf rasur. Al þi preier graunt y þe, Astow hast seyd bi fore.« »Fader,« sche seyd, »wiþ outen duelling, 247 F der MS. For Jesus loue, heuen king, Ȝif it þi wille wore, Do now swiþe, þat y war þere, Ar ani more sorwe arere, Þat ȝe be nouȝt forlore!« 22. Þe king of Tars, wiþ gode entent, Hastilich after his wiif he sent, Þat leuedi, þat was so hende; When sche was comen in present, He seyd: »Dame, our douhter haþ ment, To þe soudan to wende: Do loke, what rede is now at þe, For now er here bot we þre, To saue cristen kende!« Þe quene answerd, wiþ outen feile: »Y no schal neuer þer to conseyle, Our douhter forto schende.« 23. Þe maiden was ful of sorwe & wo: »Merci«, sche crid hir moder þo Wiþ a wel rewe-ful steuen, »Moder, it is nouȝt long ago, For me were slawe kniȝtes þro 269 were ist am ende der zeile mit verweisungszeichen nachgetragen. þritti þousende & seuen; For þi y wil suffre no lenger þrawe, 271 þi steht über der zeile. Þat cristen folk be for me slawe, Wiþ þe grace of god in heuen.« Þus þe maiden wiþ wordes stille Brouȝt hem boþe in better wille Wiþ resoun riȝt & euen. 24. & when þai were þus at on, Messangers þai sent anon Vn-to þat riche soudan, To make his frende, þat were his fon, & for he schuld his men nouȝt slon, His douhter he graunt him þan. Þe messangers nold no leng abide, To þe soudan þai went þat tide & þus þai tel him gan. When þo letters weren y-radde, Þe soudan was boþe bliþe & glad, & so was mani a man. 25. So glad he was in al maners, He cleped to him of his pers Doukes, princes & kinges. Into a chaumber þai went yfers, To diȝt vnto þe messangers Gode stones & riche ringes; Bi conseyl of þe lordinges alle Þe soudan dede bring in to þe halle Ȝiftes & riche þinges & ȝaf to hem gret plente, To þe messangers wiþ hert fre, & þonked hem her tidinges 26. & seyd, he was alle at his wille, Arliche & late, loude & stille, To help him at his nede; No more folk nold he spille. Þe messangers went þe king tille & told him of þat dede. Þe king & þe quene al so Boþen hem was wele & wo, In rime al so we rede: Gret ioie þai hadde, wiþ outen les, For þat þe soudan wald haue pes On cristen felawerede. 27. Þe first day of Julij tide, Þe soudan nold no leng abide, To þe king of Tars he sent Kniȝtes fele & michel pride & riche iewels, is nouȝt to hide, To ȝif to his present. Þe messangers, wiþ outen duelling, Com to Tars bi for þe king, To haue his douhter gent; Þai welcomed hem wiþ glad chere. Of gret pite now may ȝe here, To chaumber when þai went. 28. Þai maden cri & michel wo, For þai schuld her douhter forgo & to þe soudan hir sende. Þe maiden preyd hem boþe þo, Þat þai schuld bi her conseyl do, To sauen cristen kende: » For y wil suffre no lenger þrawe, Þat cristen folk be for me slawe.« To halle þai gun wende & welcomed þo messangers, Þat com fro þe soudan fers, Wiþ wordes fre & hende. 29. Þan seyd þe quen to hem þan: »Hou fareþ ȝour lord, þe soudan, Þat is so noble a kniȝt?« Þe messangers answere gan: »He farþ as wele as ani man 341 Beide zeilen auf rasur. & is ȝour frende, apliȝt.« 342 Beide zeilen auf rasur. Þe quen seyd wiþ milde chere: » Wele better þei mi douhter were, Bi Jesu ful of miȝt, Mi douhter is nouȝt to him to gode, Y vouche saue on him mi blode, Þei sche were ten so briȝt.« 30. Þe messangers diȝt hem swiþe Wiþ kniȝtes fele & stedes stiþe & brouȝt hir in to chare; Þe king & þe quen were vn-bliþe, Her sorwe couþe þai noman kiþe, When þai seye hir forþ fare; In to chaumber þai went þo; When þai were to gider boþe to, Þan wakened alle her care. 31. Þe king was in sorwe bounde, Þe quen swoned mani a stounde, For her douhter dere; Kniȝtes & leuedis þer hem founde & tok hem vp hole & sounde 362 auf rasur zwischen zwei. & comfort hem in fere. Þus þe quen & þe king Liued in sorwe & care morning, Gret diol it was to here; Her care was euer aliche newe, 367 are und liche auf rasur. Hem chaunged boþe hide & hewe For sorwe & reweli chere. 32. Nov late we ben alle her morning & telle we of þat maiden ȝing, Þat to þe soudan is fare. He com wiþ mani gret lording, Forto welcome þat swete þing, When sche was brouȝt in chare; He kist hir wel mani a siþe, His ioie couþe he noman kiþe, Oway was alle his care. In to chaumber sche was ladde & richeliche sche was cladde, As heþthorn;en wiman ware. 33. Whan sche was cladde in riche palle, Þe soudan dede his kniȝtes calle & badde þat maiden forþ fett; & when sche com in to þe halle Bifor þe heyȝe lordinges alle, To forn þe soudan þai hir sett. Gret diol it was forto se, Þe bird, þat was so briȝt on ble, To haue so foule a mett; Þei þat sche made gret solas, Þe sorwe, þat at hir hert was, No miȝt it noman lett. 34. & whan it was comen to niȝt, Þe leuedi, þat was so feir & briȝt, To chaumber sche gan wende; & þer in anon, y ȝou pliȝt, 397 Zwei zeilen auf rasur. A riche bed þer was y-diȝt 398 Zwei zeilen auf rasur. Vn-to þat leuedi hende. Þe leuedi was to bed y-brouȝt, Þe soudan wild com þer in nouȝt, Noiþer for fo no frende; For noþing wold he neyȝe þat may, Til þat sche leued opon his lay, Þat was of cristen kende. 35. Wel loþe was a cristenman, 406 s in was ist verkratzt. To wedde an heþen woman, Þat leued on fals lawe; Als loþ was þat soudan, To wed a cristen woman, As y finde in mi sawe. Þe soudan ȝede to bed al prest, Kniȝtes & leuedis ȝede to rest, Þe pople hem gan wiþ-drawe; Þat miri maiden litel slepe, Bot al niȝt wel sore sche wepe, Til þe day gan dawe. 36. & als sche fel on slepe þore, Her þouȝt, þer stode hir bifore An hundred houndes blake & bark on hir, lasse & more; & on þer was, þat greued hir sore, Oway þat wald hir take; & sche no durst him nouȝt smite, For drede, þat he wald hir bite, Swiche maistri he gan to make; & as sche wald fram hem fle, Sche seye, þer stond deuelen þre, & ich brent as a drake. 37. So loþliche þai were al y-wrouȝt, 430 w^rouȝt MS. & ich in hond a gleiue brouȝt, Sche was aferd ful sore; On Jesu Crist was alle hir þouȝt, Þer fore þe fendes derd hir nouȝt, Noiþer lesse no more. Fro þe fendes sche passed sounde, & afterward þer com an hounde Wiþ browes brod & hore; Almost he hadde hir drawen adoun, Ac þurch Jesus Cristes passioun Sche was ysaued þore. 38. Ȝete hir þouȝt, wiþ outen lesing, Als sche lay in hir sweuening, Þat selcouþe was to rede, þat blac hounde, hir was folweing, þurch miȝt of Jesu heuen king Spac to hir in manhede, 447 pac to auf rasur. In white cloþes als a kniȝt, & seyd to hir: »Mi swete wiȝt, No þarf þe noþing drede Of Teruagaunt no of Mahoun; þi lord, þat suffred passioun, Schal help þe at þi nede.« 39. & when þe maiden was awaked, For drede of þat wel sore sche quaked For loue (!) of her sweuening; On hir bed sche sat al naked, To Jesu hir preier sche maked, Almiȝt-ful heuen king, As wis as he hir dere bouȝt, Of þat sweuening, in slepe sche þouȝt, 461 of ist zu streichen, Schuld turn to gode ending. & when þe maiden risen was, þe riche soudan of Damas, To his temple he gan hir bring. 40. þan seyd þe soudan to þat may: »þou most bileue opon mi lay & knele now here adoun & forsake þi fals lay, þat þou hast leued on mani a day, & anour seyn Mahoun; &, certes, bot þou wilt, anon þi fader y schal wiþ wer slon: Bi Jouin & Plotoun & bi Mahoun & Teruagant, 475 bⁱ MS. þer schal no man ben his waraunt, Emperour no king wiþ croun! « 41. þe maiden answerd wiþ mild chere To þe soudan, as ȝe may here: « Sir, y nil þe nouȝt greue: Teche me now & lat me here, Hou y schal make mi preiere, When ich on hem bileue! To Mahoun ichil me take & Jesu Crist, mi lord, forsake, þat made Adam & Eue, & seþthorn;en serue þe at wille, Arliche & lat, loude & stille, Amorwe & aneue.« 42. þan was þe soudan glad & bliþe & þanked Mahoun mani siþe, þat sche was so biknawe. 492 Hinter was steht noch einmal sche, unterpunktet. His ioie couþe he no man kiþe, He bad hir gon & kis swiþe »Alle þine godes on rawe!« Sche kist Mahoun & Apolin, Astirot & sir Jouin, For drede of wordes awe.

498 Die lesart von A ist vorzuzichen; vgl. ausser der gleich∣lautenden stelle in H. Ch. v. 765; Lib. Disc. v. 182 ff.:

Yet was y never aferde For doute of mannys awe

To fighte with spere or swerde und York Plays edit. by L. Toulmin Smith, Oxf. 1885, p. 402 v. 116:

Of all þes wordes we haue none awe.

& while sche was in þe temple þer, 499 þer om. MS. Of Teruagant & Jubiter Sche lerd þe heþen lawe. 43. & þei sche al þe lawes couþe & seyd hem openliche wiþ hir mouþe, Jesu forȝat sche nouȝt; Wher þat sche was bi norþe or souþe, No minstral wiþ harp no crouþe No miȝt chaunge hir þouȝt. þe soudan wende niȝt & day, þat sche hadde leued opon his lay, Bot al he was bicouȝt; For when sche was bi hir selue on, To Jesu sche made hir mon, þat alle þis world haþ wrouȝt. 44. þe soudan dede cri þat tide Ouer al bi ich a side, A turnament to take & duhti men on hors to ride, & dubbed hem in þat tide & kniȝtes gan he make. þe trumpes gun for to blowe, Kniȝtes priked out o rouwe On stedes white & blake. þer miȝt men se sone & swiþe Strong men her strengþe kiþe For þat maiden sake. 45. Þe cristen maiden & þe soudan In þe castel leyen þan, Þe turnament to bihold; & þo þe turnament bigan, Þer was samned mani a man Of Sarrazins stout & bold. To sen þer was a semly siȝt Of þritti þousend of helmes briȝt, In gest as it is told. Þai leyden on, as þai were wroþe, Wiþ swerdes & wiþ maces boþe, Kniȝtes boþe ȝong & old. 46. Wel mani helme þer was of-weued & mani bacinet to-cleued, & kniȝtes driuen to grounde; Sum þer fel doun on her heued, & sum in þe diche lay to-dreued & siked sore vn-sounde. Þe turnament last þo, ypliȝt, Fram þe morwe to þe niȝt, Of men of michel mounde; A morwe þe soudan wedded þat may In þe maner of his lay, In gest as it is founde. 47. Atte his bridale was noble fest, Riche, real & onest, 552 l. Of doukes and. Doukes, kinges wiþ croun; For þer was melodi wiþ þe mest 554 Das wort grest habe ich weder bei Stratmann, noch bei Halliwell oder Mätzner ge∣funden. Die susammenstellung mit fiþel und harp lässt auf ein saiteninstrument schliessen. Of harp & fiþel & of grest To lordinges of renoun. Þer was ȝeuen to þe menstrels Robes riche & mani iuweles Of erl & of baroun. Þe fest lasted fourteniȝt Wiþ mete & drink anouȝ, apliȝt, Plente & gret fousoun. 48. Þat leuedi so feir & so fre Was wiþ hir lord bot moneþes þre, Þan he gat hir wiþ childe; When it was geten, sche chaunged ble, Þe soudan him self þat gan se, Jolif he was & wilde. Þer while sche was wiþ child, apliȝt, Sche bad to Jesu ful of miȝt, Fram schame he schuld hir schilde. Atte fourti woukes ende Þe leuedi was deliuerd o bende, Þurch help of Mari milde. 49. & when þe child was y-bore Wel sori wimen were þer fore, For lim no hadde it non; Bot as a rond of flesche y-schore In chaumber it lay hem bifore, Wiþ outen blod & bon. For sorwe þe leuedi wald dye, For it hadde noiþer nose no eye, Bot lay ded as þe ston. Þe soudan com to chaumber þat tide & wiþ his wiif he gan to chide, Þat wo was hir bi-gon: 50. »O, dame,« he seyd bi forn, »Oȝain mi godes þou art forsworn, Wiþ riȝt resoun y preue: Þe childe, þat is here of þe born, Boþe lim & liþ it is for-lorn, Alle þurch þi fals bileue; Þou leuest nouȝt wele afine On Iubiter no on Apoline, A morwe no aneue, 594 no an] ua auene MS. No in Mahoun no in Teruagant, Þer fore is lorn þis litel faunt: No wonder, þei me greue.« 51. Þe leuedi answerd & seyd þo, Þer sche lay in care & wo: »Leue sir, lat be þat þouȝt; Þe child, was ȝeten bitven ous to, For þi bileue it farþ so, Bi him, þat ous haþ wrouȝt: Take now þis flesche & bere it anon Bifor þine godes euerichon, Þat þou no lete it nouȝt; & pray þine godes al y-fere, Astow art hem leue & dere, To liue þat it be brouȝt! 52. & ȝif Mahoun & Jouin can Make it fourmed after a man Wiþ liif & limes ariȝt, Bi Iesu Crist, þat þis warld wan, Y schal leue þe better þan, Þat þai ar ful of miȝt; & bot þai it to liue bring, Y nil leuen on hem no þing, Noiþer bi day no niȝt.« Þe soudan toke þat flesche anon, In to his temple he gan to gon, Þer his godes were diȝt. 53. Biforn his goddes he gan it leyn & held vp his honden tvein, While men miȝt go fiue mile. 625 seyin, i unterpunktet, MS. »A, miȝtful Mahoun,« he gan to seyn, »& Teruagaunt of michel meyn, In ȝou was neuer no gile; Seyn Jubiter & Apolin, Astirot & seyn Jouin, Help now in þis perile !« Oft he kneled & oft he ros & crid so long, til he was hos, & al he tint his while. 54. & when he hadde al y-preyd & alle þat euer he couþe, he seyd, Þe flesche lay stille as ston; Anon he stirt vp at a breyd & in his hert he was atreyd, For lim no hadde it non. He biheld on his godes alle & seye, þer miȝt no bot bifalle, Wel wo was him bigon. »O, sir Mahoun,« he gan to grede, »Wil ȝe nouȝt helpe me at þis nede, Þe deuel ȝou brenne ichon!« 55. He hent a staf wiþ grete hete & stirt anon his godes to bete & drouȝ hem alle adoun, & leyd on, til he gan to swete, & ȝaf hem strokes gode & gret. Boþe Jouine & Plotoun, & alder best he bete afin Jubiter & Apolin & brac hem arm & croun, & Teruagaunt, þat was her broþer, He no lete neuer a lime wiþ oþer, No of his god Mahoun. 56. & when he hadde beten hem gode won, Ȝete lay þe flesche stille so ston An heye on his auter. He tok it in his hond anon & in to chaumber he gan gon & seyd: »Lo, haue it here: Ich haue don al þat y can To make it fourmed after a man Wiþ kneleing & preier; & for alle, þat ichaue hem bisouȝt, Mine godes no may help me nouȝt, Þe deuel hem sett a fere!« 57. & þan answerd þat gode wiman Wel hendeliche to þat soudan: »Leue sir, here mi speche: Þe best rede, þat y can, Bi Jesu Crist, þat made man, Now ichil ȝou teche. Now þou hast proued god þine, Ȝif me leue to asay mine, Weþer is better leche; &, leue sir, i prey þe þis, 679 i om. MS. Leue on him, þat stronger is, For doute of more wreche!« 58. Þe soudan answerd hir þore, In hert he was agreued sore, To sen þat selcouþe siȝt: »Now, dame, ichil do bi þi lore, Ȝif þat y may se bifore, Þi god is of swiche miȝt, Wiþ ani vertu, þat he can, Make it fourmed after a man Wiþ liif & limes ariȝt, Alle mi godes ichil for-sake & to Jesu, þi lord, me take, As icham gentil kniȝt.« 59. Wel bliþe was þe leuedi þan, For þat hir lord, þe riche soudan, Hadde graunted hir preier; For hope, he schuld be cristen man, Sche þonked him, þat þis world wan, & Mari, his moder dere. Now ginneþ here a miri pas, Hou þat child y-cristned was Wiþ limes al hole & fere, & hou þe soudan of Damas Was cristned for þat ich cas, Now herken & ȝe may here. 60. Þan seyd þe leuedi in þat stounde: »Þou hast in þi prisoun bounde Mani a cristen man; Do seche ouer alle bi lofte & grounde, Ȝif ani cristen prest be founde: Bring him bi for me þan, & y schal ar to morwe at none Wite, what Jesu Crist can done 713 what Jesu Crist can auf rasur. More þan þine maumettes can.« Anon þe prisouns weren y-souȝt, Þai founden a prest & forþ him brouȝt Bi hest of þat soudan. 61. He com bi for þat leuedi fre & gret hir feir opon his kne & seyd wiþ sikeing sore: »Madame, y-blisced mot þou be Of Jesu Crist in trinite, Þat of Mari was bore!« Þe leuedi seyd: »Artw a prest, 724 seyd ist hinter der zeile nachge∣tragen. Tel me soþe, ȝif þat tow best, Canstow of cristen lore?« »Madame,« seyd þe prest anon, »In verbo dei ich was on Tventi winter gon & more. 729 die ganze zeile auf rasur. 62. Ac, dame,« he seyd, »bi seyn Jon, Ten winter song y masse non, & þat me likeþ ille; For so long it is now gon, Ichaue ben in þe prisoun of ston Wiþ wrong & gret vn-skille.« Þe leuedi seyd: »Lat be þi fare, Þou schalt be brouȝt out of þi care, & tow wilt held þe stille, For þurch þine help in þis stounde We schul make cristenmen of houndes; God graunt it, ȝif it be his wille.« 63. Þan seyd þe soudans wiif: »Þou most do stille, wiþ outen striif, A wel gret priuete. Hali water þou most make & þis ich flesche þou take Al for þe loue of me, & cristen it wiþ outen blame In þe worþschipe of þe faders name, Þat sitt in trinite. 64. For in him is mine hope, apliȝt, Þe fader, þat is ful of miȝt, Mi sorwe schal me slake. 753 Vor slake sind zwei buchstaben ausradirt. Ȝif it were cristned ariȝt, It schuld haue fourme to se bi siȝt, Wiþ lim & liif to wake.« Þat leuedi comand anon Hir maidens out of chaumber gon For drede of wraying sake. Þe prest no leng nold abide, A feir vessel he tok þat tide & hali water he gan make. 65. At missomer tide þat ded was don Þurch help of god, þat sitt in trone, As y ȝou tel may. Þe prest toke þe flesche anon 766 þe vor flesche im MS. am ende der zeile nachgetragen. & cleped it þe name of Jon In worþschip of þe day; & when þat it cristned was, It hadde liif & lim & fas & crid wiþ gret deray, & hadde hide & flesche & fel & alle, þat euer þer to bifel, In gest as y ȝou say. 66. Feirer child miȝt non be bore; It no hadde neuer a lime forlore, Wele schapen it was wiþ alle. Þe prest no lenge duelled þore & ȝede & teld þe soudan fore, Þer he was in þe halle. Þat leuedi, þer sche lay in bed, Þat richeliche was bi-schred Wiþ gold & purpel palle, Þe child sche toke to hir bliþe & þonked our leuedi wiþ ioies fiue 785 wiþ] om. MS. Þe feir grace, þer was bifalle, 67. & seyd: »Lord, ich pray þe, Almiȝti god in trinite, So ȝiue me miȝt & space, Þat y may þat day y-se Mi lord wald y-cristned be, Þe soudan of Damas!« Þan cam þe soudan, þat was blac, Sche schewed him þe child, & spac, 794 Statt Sche hat MS. &.—&] l. so? vgl. V. Wiþ liif & limes & face, Sche seyd: »Mahoun no Apolin Is nouȝt worþ þe brostle of a swin Oȝain mi lordes grace.« 68. Þe soudan seyd: »Leman min, Ywis, icham glad afin Of þis child, þat y se.« »Ȝa, sir, bi seyn Martin, Ȝif þe haluendel wer þin, Wel glad miȝt þou be.« »O, dame,« he seyd, »hou is þat? Is it nouȝt min, þat y bi-ȝat?« »No, sir,« þan seyd sche, »Bot þou were cristned so it is, Þou no hast no part þeron, y-wis, Noiþer of þe child ne of me. 69. & bot þou wilt Mahoun forsake & to Jesu, mi lord, þe take, Þat þoled woundes fiue, Anon þou do þe cristen make, Þou miȝt be ferd for sorwe & wrake, While þat þou art oliue; & ȝif þou were a cristen man, Boþe were þine,« sche seyd þan, »Þi childe & eke þi wiue; When þou art dede, þou schalt wende In to blis wiþ outen ende, Þi ioie may noman kiþe.« 70. Þe soudan seye wele bi siȝt, Þat Jesu was of more miȝt, Þan was his fals lawe. He seyd: »Dame, anon riȝt Ichil for-sake mi god, apliȝt, Þai schal be brent & drawe. Ac telle me now par charite & for þe loue þou has to me, What schal y seyn in sawe? Now ichaue forsaken mi lay, Tel me now, what is ȝour fay, & ichil lere wel fawe!« 71. Þan seyd þat leuedi hende & fre: »Vnder-stond, sir, par charite, On Jesu Cristes lay, Hou he was & euer schal be O god & persones þre, & liȝt in Mari, þat may, & in hir bodi nam flesche & blod, 841 MS. bld. & hou he bouȝt ous on þe rode Opon þe gode friday, & hou his gost went to helle, Satanas pouste for to felle, & brouȝt man kin oway. 72. Þe þridde day in þe morning To liue he ros, wiþ outen lesing, As he com of þe rode, & ȝaf his frendes comforting & steye to heuen as miȝtful king Boþe wiþ flesche & blod; As it is founden in holy writ, On his fader riȝt hond he sitt, & is wel mild of mode; 855 mild schwer lesbar. As it is writen in þe Crede, He demeþ boþe þe quic & ded, Þe feble & eke þe gode, 73. & al þis warld schal to-driue & man arise fram ded to liue, Riȝt dome to vnder-stond; Þan schal Jesu, wiþ outen striue, Schewe his blodi woundes fiue, Þat he for ous gan fond, & þan schal he, wiþ outen mis, Deme ich man after he is, Erl, baroun & bond. Leue her on,« sche seyd þan, »& do þe make a cristen man, For noþing þou no wond!« 74. Þan seyd þe soudan: »Dame, be stille, Y schal be cristned þurch godes wille Ar þan þe þridde day. Loþ me were, mi soule to spille; Preye now þe prest, he com ous tille & teche me cristenlay As priueliche as it may be, Þat noman wite bot we þre, Als forþ as ȝe may. & ani it wist heye or lowe, Þou schalt be brent & y to-drawe, & we for-soke our fay.« 75. Anon þe prest answerd þan Hendeliche to þat soudan: »Sir, icham redi here, Wiþ alle þe pouwer, þat y can, For to make þe cristen man & godes lay to lere.« His hond opon his brest he leyd; In verbo dei he swore & seyd: »Vnto ȝou boþe y-fere Wel trewe & trusti schal y be, Wiþ alle, þat euer falleþ to me, To help wiþ mi pouwere.« 76. A morwe, when þe prest gan wake, A wel feir fessel he gan take Wiþ water clere & cold & halwed it for þe soudan sake, & his preier he gan make To Jesu, þat Judas sold, & to Marie, his moder dere, Þo þat þe soudan cristned were, Þat was so stout & bold, 903 auf rasur geschrieben. He schuld ȝif him miȝt & space Þurch his vertu & his grace His cristendom wele to hold. 77. & when it was liȝt of day, Þe riche soudan, þer he lay, Vp bi-gan to arise; To þe prest he went his way & halp him alle þat he may, Þat fel to his seruise; & when þe prest hadde þo Diȝt redi þat fel þer to In al maner wise, Þe soudan wiþ gode wille anon Dede of his cloþes euerichon, To reseyue his baptize. 918 baptize auf rasur. 78. Þe cristen prest hiȝt Cleophas, He cleped þe soudan of Damas After his owhen name; His hide, þat blac & loþely was, Al white bicom þurch godes gras 923 þurch] c sieht hier u. ö. t ähnlich. & clere wiþ outen blame. & when þe soudan seye þat siȝt, Þan leued he wele on god almiȝt, His care went to game. & when þe prest hadde alle y-seyd & haly water on him leyd, To chaumber þai went y-same. 79. When he com, þer þe leuedi lay, »Lo, dame,« he gan to say, »Certeyne, þi god is trewe.« Þe leuedi þonked god þat day, For ioie sche wepe wiþ eyȝen gray, Vnneþe hir lord sche knewe. Þan wist sche wele in hir þouȝt, Þat on Mahoun leued he nouȝt, For chaunged was his hewe. For þat hir lord was cristned so, Oway was went al hir wo, Hir ioie gan wax al newe. 80. »Mi lord,« sche seyd wiþ hert fre, »Sende now þis prest in priuete To mi fader, þe king, & pray him, for þe loue of me Þat he com swiþe hider to þe Wiþ alle þat he may bring; & when mi fader is to þe come, Do cristen þi lond alle & some, Boþe eld & ȝing, & he, þat wil be cristned nouȝt, Loke, to þe deþ þat he be brouȝt, Wiþ outen ani duelleing!« 81. Þe soudan tok þe prest bi hond & bad him wende & nouȝt no wond, To þe king of Tars ful ȝare, & do him al to vnder-stond, Hou Jesu Crist þurch his sond Haþ brouȝt hem out of care; & bid him bring wiþ him his ost Priueliche, wiþ outen bost, For no þing he no spare: & Cleophas, wiþ gode entent To do þe soudans comandment, To Tras he gan fare. 966 Die einzige stelle, welche Ritson, bd. III s. 320 f., hätte zu der annahme verleiten können, dass Tars Thracien ist; doch schreibt er auch an dieser stelle seiner hs. gemäss Tars. 82. & when þe prest sir Cleophas 967 has und Com to þe court þurch godes grace 968 godes grace auf rasur. Wiþ outen ani duelling, He teld þe king alle þat cas, 970 þat im MS. zweimal. Hou þe child ded born was, A mis-forschapen þing, & þurch þe preier of his wiif Hou god hadde sent it leme & liif In water ate cristening, & hou þat heþen soudan Was bi-come a cristen man Þurch þe miȝt of heuen king. 83. He radde þe letter, þat he brouȝt, & in þe letter he fond y-wrouȝt, In gest as y ȝou say, Hou þat þe soudan him bisouȝt, To com to him, & lat it nouȝt, Opon a certeyne day, & bring wiþ him alle his ost, To take his lond bi euerich cost, & serche in his cuntray; Who þat wold nouȝt cristned be, He schuld be honged opon a tre, Wiþ outen ani delay. 84. Bliþer miȝt noman ben; He cleped his barouns & þe quen & told hem þus in sawe, Hou þe soudan stout & kene Was cristned, wiþ outen wene, & leued on Cristes lawe: »& þer fore haþ don sent me bi sond, He wil do cristen alle his lond, Ȝif þat he miȝt, wel fawe, & he, þat wil nouȝt take cristening, No be he neuer so heye lording, He schal hong & drawe. 85. & þer fore y pray ȝou now riȝt, Erl, baroun, douk & kniȝt, Do alle ȝour folk bede, 1005 folk am ende der zeile nachge∣tragen. Wiþ helme on heued & brini briȝt Þat ȝe ben alle redi diȝt, To help me at þis nede!« Þai sent ouer al bi ich a side For mani cristen men þat tide, Þat duhti were of dede. Þe king him diȝt for to wende Wiþ sexti þousende kniȝtes hende, Þat was a feir ferred. 86. Þe king com, wiþ outen lett, Þe selue day, þat him was sett, To þe soudan wel ȝare: & when þai were to gider mett, A miri greteing þer was gret Wiþ lordinges lasse & mare. Þer was rewþe forto sen, Hou þe leuedi fel on knen Biforn hir fader þare; Þer was ioie & mirþe al so, To here hem speken of wele & wo, Her auentours als þai were. 87. Þe soudan dede his barouns calle & seþthorn;en anon his kniȝtes alle & after alle his meyne; & when þai come in to þe halle, He seyd: »Hou so it bifalle, Ȝe mot y-cristned be! Miseluen ich haue Mahoun forsake, & cristendom ich haue y-take, &, certes, so mot ȝe; & hye þat wil nouȝt so anon, Þai schul be heueded euerichon, Bi him þat dyed on tre!« 88. When he hadde þus y-told, 1039 he hadde und Mani Sarrazin stout & bold, 1040 Sarrazin auf rasur. Þat in his court were, Mani seyd, þat þai wold, & mani seyd, þat þai nold Be cristned in non maner. Þo þat Mahoun wald forsake, Cristenmen he lete hem make, & were him lef & dere; & he, þat dede nouȝt bi his rede, Anon he dede strike of his hed Riȝt fast bi þe swere. 89. Þe soudan had in prisoun diȝt Ten þousend cristen men, ypliȝt, Of many vn-couþe þede; He dede hem liuer anon riȝt, & þo þat were strong & wiȝt, He ȝaf hem armour & stede. & þo he seye, þat miȝt nouȝt so, He ȝaf hem mete & drink þer to, & alle þat hem was nede; Þer miȝt men se wiþ þat soudan Mani bliþe cristen man, In gest as so we rede. 90. When he hadde don þus þat tide, Ouer al his lond bi ich a side Þe word wel wide sprong. Fiue heþen kinges þat tide & mani heþen douke vnride Wiþ pople gret & strong, Þai sent aboute ner & fer Opon þat soudan for to wer, & seyd, for þat wrong, Bi Mahoun & Teruagaunt, Þer schuld nouȝt ben his warant, Bot ben drawe & hong. 91. Þo fif kinges of prout parayle Diȝt hem redi to þat bateyle, Wel stout & strong þai were; Hou þe soudan gan hem aseyle & what þai hete, wiþ outen feile, Now herken, & ȝe may here: King Canadok & king Lesias, King Carmel & king Clamadas, & king Memarok, her fere, Opon þe soudan wiþ wer þai went, His men þai slouȝ, his tounes brent, Wiþ strengþe & gret pouwer. 92. Þe king of Tars & þe soudan Day of bateyle þai gun tan, Oȝain þo kinges fiue; Ac euer oȝein a cristen man Ten heþen houndes wer þan, Of Sarrazins stout & stiþe. Now herkneþ to me boþe old & ȝing, Hou þe soudan & þe king Amonges hem gun drriue, & hou þe Sarrazins þat day Opped heued-les for her pay, Now listen, & ȝe may liþe! 93. Þe cristen soudan þat tide Tok a spere & gan to ride To Canadok, þat was kene; & Canadok wiþ gret pride Wiþ a spere gan him abide, To wite & nouȝt at wene. So hard þai driuen to gider þere, Þat her launces boþe y-fere Brosten hem bitvene; Þe soudan drouȝ his fauchoun gode, Þe kinges heued wiþ alle þe hode He strok of quite & clene. 94. King Lesias of Tabarie, To þe soudan he gan heye For Canadok, his felawe; Wiþ a spere, þat was trusti, He rode to þe soudan wel an hey & þouȝt him haue y-slawe. Þe king of Tars bitven hem rod & Lessias strok he abod, As y finde in mi sawe, & smot him so on þe scheld, Þat top ouer teyl in þe feld 1121 ouer teyl] seyl MS. He made him ouer-þrawe. 95. He lepe on hors & gan to ride, & slouȝ adoun bi ich a side Þat he bi for him founde; Wham þat Lesias hit in þat tide, Were he douk or prince o pride, He ȝaf him dedly wounde. Þe king of Tars com wiþ a spere & þurch his sides he gan it bere, Þat ded he fel to grounde; Þan sett þe Sarrazins vp a cri: »A, Mahoun, ful of meistri, Help ous in þis stounde!« 96. When king Carmel herd, þat him was wo, A spere an hond he hent; He priked his stede & dede him go, He þouȝt þe king of Tars to slo, 1138 of om. MS. Er he þennes went. He smot þe king of Tars þat tide Þurch his hauberk a wounde wide, Þat neiȝe he hadde him schent; Þe king out of his sadel fel, Þe blod out of his wounde gan wel, Þat mani man him bi-ment. 97. For sorwe þe soudan wald wede, When he seiȝe his woundes blede, He rode to him wiþ mayn; He and þe cristen ferred Brouȝt þe king of Tars his stede & sett him vp o-gayn. & when he was on hors brauȝt, Alle þat euer he arauȝt, He clef him to þe brayn. King Carmel þo to him went & ȝaf him swiche anoþer dent, Þat ner he hadde him sleyn. 98. & when þe soudan þat y-seiȝe, Al wode he wex for wreþe neiȝe, He rode to king Carmele; He smot him on þe helme an heiȝe, Þat þurch þe breyn it fleiȝe, 1162 nach þurch swei buchstaben ausradirt. Der vers ist verderbt. Þat no leche miȝt him hele. King Clamadas com rideing þan Wiþ a glaiue to þe soudan & þouȝt wiþ him to dele, & smot him obouen þe scheld, Þat neiȝe he feld him in þe feld Among þo houndes fele. 99. Þe king of Tars in þat stounde Hadde spite of þat heþen hounde, Þat was so stout & beld; He swore bi him, þat þoled wounde: »Þe dogge schal adoun to grounde, Þat fiȝtes þus in feld.« He rode to him anon riȝt & smot to him a strok of miȝt, Atvo he clef his scheld, & þurch his hert þe swerd gan glide, Þe blod ran out bi ich a side, & so he him a-queld. 100. Þan was king Memaroc in gret peyn, For his four felawes were sleyn & in þe feld to-dreued. He priked his stede opon þe pleyn & fleye oway wiþ miȝt & mayn, For dred to hide his heued. Þe soudan seyȝe him oway ride, He priked after him in þat tide, For no þing he it bileued, & smot him so aboue þe scheld, Þat helme & heued fleyȝe in þe feld, 1192 fleyȝe unterpunktet MS. Ful wiȝtlike of it weued. 101. When þe Sarrazins seyȝen alle, Þat Memarok was to grounde yfalle & namore vp arise, »Allas, Mahoun,« þai gan to calle, »Whi latestow Cristen hewe ous smale, Wicke is þi seruise!« Þai fleyȝe for dred alle y-fere & dreynt hem in o riuer, So sore hem gan agrise. Þe bateyle last swiþe long, Til it were time of euensong, Er þai miȝt win þe prise. 102 Þe Sarrazins flowe bi ich a side, Þe cristen folk after gan ride & schadde hem breyn & blod. Þer was non, þat miȝt him hide, Þat he nas sleyn in þat tide, 1210 he, e verklext.—sleyn, l corri∣girt aus e. Wiþ fiȝt oȝeyn hem stode; & þo þat ȝold hem to þe pes, Þe soudan swore, wiþ outen les, Bi him, þat dyed on rode, He, þat nold nouȝt forsake his lay, He schuld for-lesse þat ich day, Þe hal (!) vp in þe hode. 103. Þritti þousende þer wer take Of Sarrains, boþe blo & blac, & don in his prisoun; & he þat wald his lay for-sake, Cristenmen he lete him make 1222 he über der seile nachgetragen. Wiþ gret de-vocioun; & þai, þat wald be cristned nouȝt, In to a stede þai werren y-brouȝt 1225 werren] das sweite r corrigirt aus? A mile wiþ outen þe toun; & cristen men, wiþ outen wene, Striken of her heuedes al bidene ... Vernon-hs. Her bi-genneþ of þe kyng of Tars And of þe soudan of Dammas, Hou þe soudan of Dammas Was I-cristned þoru godus gras. Diese 4 seilen fehlen in C. 1. Herkneþ now, boþe olde & ȝyng, For Marie loue, þat swete þyng, How a werre bi-gan Bi twene a god cristene kyng And an heþene heih lordyng, Of Damas þe soudan! Þe kyng of Taars hedde a wyf, Þe feireste, þat mihte bere lyf, Þat eny mon telle can; A douȝter þei hadde hem bitweon, Þat heore rihte heir scholde ben, Whit so feþer of swan. 2. Chaast heo was & feir of chere, Wiþ rode red so blosme on brere, Eiȝen stepe and gray, Lowe schuldres & whyt swere; Hire to seo was gret preyere Of princes pert in play. Þe word of hire sprong ful wyde, Feor and ner bi vche a syde, Þe soudan herde say: Him þouȝte, his herte wolde breke on fiue, Bot he mihte haue hire to wyue. Þat was so feir a may. 3. Þe soudan, þer he sat in halle, He sente his messagers faste wiþ alle To hire fader, þe kyng, And seide, hou so hit euer bi-falle, Þat maide he wolde cloþe in palle And spousen hire wiþ his Ryng: 30 V. Ryg (!). »And elles i swere, wiþ outen fayle, I chul hire winnen in pleyn batayle Wiþ mony an heih lordyng.« Þe messagers ben forþ iwent, To don heor lordes comaundement, Wiþ outen eny dwellyng. 4. Whon þe kyng þis vnderstood, For wraþthorn;e neih he waxeþ wood And seyde al in his sawe: »Be hym þat dyȝed on þe rod, Raþer wolde i spille my blod And in batayle ben slawe And al þe lond, þat is myn, Ar heo scholde wedde a Sarazyn, Þe deuel him er to-drawe, But heo wolle bi hire goode wille 46 C. w^t statt bi. Wende to him, hire self to spille; 47 C. wedde statt wende. Hire þouȝtes nouht i knawe; 48 C. þouht statt þouȝtes. 5. Þat schul ȝe witen, ar ȝe pase.« His douȝter com forþ in þat place To fore hire fader blyue. »Douȝter,« he seide, »þe soudan of Damas Desyreþ for to seo þi fas And haue þe to wyue: Douȝter, wost þou for eny tresour For-sake Crist, vr saueour, Þat soffrede woundes fyue?« Þe mayde onswerde wiþ mylde mood To hire ffader, þer he stod: 59 Die form he für heo findet sich auch v. 469. »Nay, lord, so mot i þryue! 6. Jesus, þat dyȝed on þe treo, Let me neuere þat day iseo, 62 C. se statt iseo. A tiraunt for to take. For Marie loue, þat mayden freo, O god and persones þreo, Arst ȝif him wan and wrake!« »Douȝtur«, he seide, »beo now stille, Þow schalt neuere be weddet him tille For bost, þat he con make; I schal him seende such wordes to seyn, 70 C. word statt wordes. Þat al his þouȝt schal torne to veyn, For þou hast him forsake.« 7. Bi þeos same messagers, Þat comeþ from þe soudan fers, Þeos wordes to him he sent, Heo nolde not leeuen on his maneers, 76 C. wolde statt nolde. To god heo made hire preyers, Þat lord omnipotent, & bad him take anoþer þouȝt, For hire ne scholde he wedde nouht, For gold, seluer ne rent. Whon þe messagers þis herde seyn, Soone þei tornede hem aȝeyn And to þe soudan went. 8. Þe soudan sat at his des, Iserued of his furste mes, Þei comen in to þe halle; To fore þe prince proud in pres Heore tale þei tolden, wiþ outen lees, And on heore kneos gunne falle And seide: »Sire, þe kyng of Tars 91 C. kyn statt kyng. Of wikked wordes nis not scars, Heþene hound he doþ þe calle; And er his douȝter be ȝiue þe tille, Þyn herte blod he wol spille And þi barouns alle.« 9. Whon þe soudan þis I-herde, As a wod mon he ferde, His robe he rente adoun; 99 C. robes statt robe. He tar þe her of hed and berd And seide, he wolde hir winne wiþ swerd, 101 V. hi^r. Beo his lord, seynt Mahoun. Þe table adoun riht he smot In to þe flore foot hot, He lokede as a wylde lyon; Al þat he hitte, he smot doun riht, Boþe sergaunt and kniht, Erl and eke baroun. 10. So he ferde, forsoþe a-pliht, Al a day and al a niht, Þat no mon miht hym chaste; 111 V. mihti. A morwen, whon hit was day liht, He sent his messagers ful riht After his barouns in haste, 11. »Lordynges,« he seiþ, »what to rede? Me is don a gret misdede: Of Taars þe cristene kyng, I bed him boþe lond and lede, To haue his douhter in worþli wede And spouse hire wiþ my ryng; And he seide, wiþ outen fayle, Arst he wolde me sle in batayle And mony a gret lordyng; Ac, sertes, he schal be forswore Or to wroþehele þan he was bore, 125 þan V. und C. þat. Bote he hit þer to bring. 12. Þerfore, lordinges, i haue aftur ow sent, For to come to my parliment, To wite of ȝow counsayle.« And alle onswerde wiþ good entent, Þei wolde be at his comaundement, Wiþ outen eny fayle. And whon þei were alle at his heste. Þe soudan made a wel gret feste For loue of his batayle. Þe soudan gederet an ost vnryde, Wiþ Sarazins of muchel pryde Þe kyng of Tars to assayle. 13. Whon þe kyng hit herde þat tyde, He sente aboute on vche a syde, Alle þat he mihte of-seende; Gret werre þo bigon to wake, 142 wake] so C.; wrake V. For þe mariage ne moste be take Of þat mayden heende. Batayle þei sette vppon a day Wiþ inne þe þridde day of May, No lengor nolde þei leende. Þe soudan com wiþ gret power, Wiþ helm briht and feir baneer, Vppon þat kyng to wende. 14. Þe soudan ladde an huge ost And com wiþ muche pruyde & bost Wiþ þe kyng of Tars to fihte; Wiþ hym mony a Sarazin feer; Alle þe feldes feor and neer Of helmes leomede lihte. Þe kyng of Tars com also, Þe soudan batayle for to do, Wiþ mony a cristene kniht. Eyþer ost gon oþur assayle; Þer bigon a strong batayle, Þat grislych was of siht, 15. Þreo heþene aȝein twey cristene men, And falde hem doun in þe fen, Wiþ wepnes stif and goode; Þe steorne Sarazins in þat fiht Slowe vr cristene men doun riht, Þei fouhte, as heo weore woode. Þe soudan ost in þat stounde Feolde þe cristene to þe grounde, Mony a freoly foode. Þe Sarazins, wiþ outen fayle, Þe cristene culde in þat batayle, Nas non, þat hem wiþ-stode. 16. Whon þe kyng of Tars sauh þat siht, 175 C. Tar statt of Tars. Wod he was for wraþthorn;e, apliht, In hond he hente a spere, And to þe soudan he rod ful riht: Wiþ a dunt of muche miht Adoun he gon him bere. Þe soudan neiȝ he hedde islawe, But þritti þousent of heþene lawe Coomen him for to were And brouȝten him aȝeyn vppon his steede And holpe him wel in þat nede, Þat no mon mihte him dere. 17. Whon he was brouht vppon his stede, He sprong as sparkle doþ of glede For wraþthorn;e and for envye; Alle þat he hutte, he made hem blede, He ferde, as he wolde a-wede; »Mahoun, help!« he gan crye. Mony an helm þer was vn-weued And mony a bacinet to-cleued And sadeles mony emptye; Men mihte se vppon þe feld Moni a kniht ded vnder scheld Of þe cristene cumpaignye. 18. Whon þe kyng of Tars sauȝ hem so ryde, No lengor þere he nolde abyde, Bote fleyh to his oune cite; Þe Sarazins þat ilke tyde Slouȝ adoun bi vche a syde Vr cristene folk so fre. Þe Sarazins Þat tyme, saunz fayle, 205 C. tyde statt tyme. Slowe vr cristene in batayle, Þat reuþe hit was to se, And on þe morwe for heore sake Truwes þei gunne to gidere take A moneþ and dayes þre. 19. As þe king of Tars sat in his halle, He made ful gret deol wiþ alle For þe folk, þat he hedde ilore. His douhter com in riche palle, On kneos heo gon biforen him falle And seide wiþ syking sore: »Fader,« heo seide, »let me beo his wyf, Þat þer be no more strif, Þen haþ ben her bi fore; For me haþ be muche folk schent, Slawen & morþred and to-rent, Allas, þat i was bore! 20. Fader, i chulle him serue at wille, Erli and late, loude and stille, And leeuen on god almiht; Bote hit be so, he wol þe spille And al þi londes take hym tille In batayle and in fiht. Certes, i nul no lengor drye, Þat cristene men schul for me dye, Þorw grace of god almiht.« Þen was þe kyng of Tars ful wo; 232 C. Tar statt Tars. Anon he onswerde þo To his douhter briht: 21. »Douhter,« he seide, »blessed þou be Of god, þat sit in trinite, Þe tyme þat þou were bore, Þat þou wolt saue þi moder and me; Þi preyere now i graunte þe, Of þat þou bede be fore.« »Fader,« heo seide, »par charite And for Crist in trinite, Blyue þat ich weore þore, Ar eny more serwe arere, Þat ȝe ne my moder dere For me beo nouȝt for-lore. 22. Þe kyng þo, wiþ good entent, In to his chaumbre haþ isent Aftur his qween so hende; Whon heo was comen in present, »Dame,« he seide, »vr douȝter haþ ment, 251 C. munt statt ment. To þe soudan for to weende: Dame,« he seide, »counseyle me, Her beoþ no mo, bote we þre, Icomen of cristene kende.« Þe qween onswerde, wiþ outen fayle: »Þer to schal i neuere counseyle, Vre douhter for to schende.« 23. Þenne was þe douȝter wo, Merci heo criȝede hire moder þo Wiþ a reuþful steuene: »Moder, hit nis not longe a-gon, Þat þer were for me slon Þreo þousent men and seuene; And, certes, i nul no lengor drye, Þat cristen men schul for me dye, Þorwȝ grace of god in heuene.« Weore þei wel, weore þei wroþe, Þe douȝter dude ouercome hem boþe Beo riht reson and euene. 24. Whon þei weoren þus a ton, Messageres he sente a-non To þe proude soudan, To make frendes, þat weore fon, No mo folk þei wolde slon, His douȝter he graunted him þan. Whon þe messagers þus herde seyn, Smartliche þei tornede aȝeyn To þe soudan swart and wan. Whon he herde heore lettres rad, Þen was he boþe bliþe and glad And murie as eny man 25. And seide: »I chul ben at his wille, Erly and late, loude and stille, And help him at his neode; No mo folk nul i now spille.« Þe kyng anon he sende tille And þonkede him of þat dede. Þe kyng & qwene in chaumbre were þo In care and serwe and muche wo, In stori as we rede. Wel hem was wiþ oute les, 292 C. hym statt hem. Þat þe soudan wolde make pes Wiþ cristen felaurede. 26. Þis fel in mid-somer tyde, Þe soudan nolde no lengor byde, To þe kyng of Tars he sent Wiþ Sarazins & wiþ muche pryde Wiþ mony a juwel, is nouȝt to huyde, To make hym a present. Forþ þei went þat ilke tyde, To þe kyng of Tars þei gan ryde, Þat was boþe freo and gent; Þei welcomed þe messagere. Of gret reuþe ȝe may here, Whon þei to chaumbre went. 27. In chaumbre kyng & qwene was þo In serwe & care & muche wo For heore douȝter hende. Heor douȝter com bi fore hem bo 310 wende V.; in bo umgeändert C. And bad hem bi hire counseil do, 311 C. hat bi ausgelassen. To saue cristene kende. Þe douȝter þer wiþ wordes stille Brouȝt hem boþe in beter wille And in to halle gunne wende And welcomede þe messagers, Þat come from þe soudan fers, Wiþ wordes feire and hende. 28. Þen seide þe qwene after þan: »Hou fareþ ȝor lord, þe soudan, Þat is so noble a kniht?« Þe messagers onswere gan: »He fareþ as wel as eny man And is ȝor frend, apliht.« Þe qween onswerde wiþ mylde mod To þe messagers, þer þei stod, And swor þenne a-non riht: »Ich fouche saaf on him my blod, To him heo nis not to good, Þauȝ heo weore ten so briht.« 29. Þe messagers weore glad and blyþe, Wiþ knihtes fele & stedes styþe Þei brouhte hire to chare; 333 C. to hir statt hire to. Þe kyng & qwen weoren vnbliþe, Heore serwe couþe no mon kiþe, To seon hire from hem fare; Þei seȝe, hit mihte non oþer go; Þe kyng and þe qwene also, Þei custe heore douhter þare, Bi-tauȝten hire god for euer mo; Hem self aȝeyn þei tornede þo, Of blisse þei weore al bare. 30. Nou lete we of þat mournyng And speke we of þat maiden ȝing, To þe soudan heo is i-fare. He come wiþ mony an heiȝ lordyng, For to welcome þat swete þing, Þer heo com in hire chare; He custe hire wel mony a siþe, His joye couþe no mon kiþe, A wei was al hire care. 351 C. his statt hire. In to chaumbre heo was led Wiþ riche cloþes heo was clede, Heþene as þauȝ heo ware. 31. Þe soudan, þer he sat in halle, He comaundede his knihtes alle, Þat maiden for to fette; In cloþ of riche purpel palle 358 C. cloþing statt cloþ. And on hire hed a comeli calle, Bi þe soudan heo was sette. Vn-semely was hit for to se, Heo, þat was so briht of ble, To habbe so foul a mette; 363 C. haue statt habbe. Þauȝ heo made merþe and solas, Þe serwe, at hire herte was, Ne mihte no mon hit lette. 32. Whon hit com to þe niht, Leue heo tok, þat buirde briht, To chaumbre for to wende; Wiþ hire wente moni an heþen kniht, A riche bed þer was idiht For þat maiden hende. Whon hit was al redi wrouht, Þe soudan nolde þerin come nouht, For fo ne for frende; But he mihte make þat may To leeuen vppon his false lay, Þat com of cristene kende. 33. Ful loþ were a cristene mon, To ligge bi an heþene wommon, Þat leeuede on false lawe; And as loþ was þulke soudan, Þulke maiden for to tan, As ich fynde in my sawe. Þe soudan went to bedde al prest, Knihtes & ladyes token heore rest, Folk heo gonne wiþ-drawe; Þe mayden no þing ne slepe, But al niht lay and wepe, Forte þat day gon dawe. 34. And as heo fel a slepe þore, 391 Am rande: Sompniū. Hir þhouȝte, þer stod hire bifore An hundred houndes blake And borken on hire, lasse and more; On þer was, þat greued hire sore, Awei he wolde hire take; Ac heo ne durste him not smyte, For drede, leste he wolde hire byte, Such maystries he gon make; And as heo wolde awei fle, Hir þhouȝte, þer stode deueles þre, Al brennyng as a drake. 35. So gryslich þei were wrought, Vche of hem a swerd brought And mad hire afert so sore; 405 C. aferd statt afert. On Jesu Crist was al hire þouht, Þerfore þei mihte hire harme nouht, Nouþer lasse ne more. Fro þe fendes heo was delyuered sound, But atte laste þer com an hound Wiþ brode brouwes and hore; Almost he hedde hire adoun, But þorw Cristes passioun Heo was isaued þore. 36. Ȝit þhouȝte hire more, wiþ oute lesyng, 415 C. outen statt oute. As heo lay in hire sweuenyng, Selcouþ hit is to rede, þe blake hound, þat hire was folewyng, þorw þe miht of heuene kyng To hire spac in monhede, In whit armuyre as a kniht, And seide to hire: »My swete wiȝt, Ne dar þe no þing drede Of Tirmagaunt ne of Mahoun; þe lord, þat soffrede passioun, þe schal helpe at nede.« 37. Whon þe mayde was awaked, Hire flesch, i-wis, was al aquaked For drede of hire sweuenynge; On hire bed heo sat al naked, To Jesu Crist hire mone heo maked, Al-mihtful heuene kynge, As wis as he hire deore bouhte, þat hire sweuene, þat heo þouhte, Scholde torne to good endynge. Whon þe maiden arysen was, A-non þe soudan of Damas, 437 C. Domas statt Damas. In to his temple he let hire bringe 38. And seide to þat feire may: »þou most leeuen vppon my lay And knele her adoun; Forsake þou most þi false lay, þat þou hast leued on mony a day, And leeuen on sire Mahoun; Certes, but þou wolt to so, þi fader & moder i chulle slo: Bi Jouin and Plotoun, 447 C. platoun statt Plotoun. Bi Mahoun and bi Tirmagaunt, No mon schal be heore waraunt, Emperour ne kyng wiþ croun.« 39. þe mayden onswerde wiþ glad chere To þe soudan, as ȝe may heere: «Sire, i nul þe no þing greue: Tel me, whuch is ȝoure maneere, So schal i make my preyere, And on ȝor goddes leeue! To Tirmagaunt i chul me take And Jesu Crist i chul forsake þat made Adam and Eue, And serue þe, sire, at þi wille, Erli and late, loud and stille, A morwe and eke an eue.« 40. þenne was þe soudan glad and bliþe, Mahoun he þonkede feole siþe, þat heo was so bi-knowe. His joyes couþe no mon kiþe, He bad hire go aboute swiþe And cusse his goddes arowe. Furst he custe Appolin, 469 C. heo, o nachgetragen, statt he. Astrot and sire Jouin, For drede of worldes awe. In þe temple, whil heo was þer, Of Mahoun and Jubiter, þer heo lernde hire lawe. 41. Whon þat heo hire lawes couþe, Heo seide hem openly wiþ mouþe, Ac Crist for-ȝat heo nouht; Wher heo weore bi norþ or souþe, Nas munstral non wiþ harpe ne crouþe, þat ones mihte chaunge hire þouȝt. Euere wende þe soudan niht and day, Heo hedde ileeued on his lay, And ȝit he was bi-cauht; Whon heo was hire self al one, To Jesu Crist heo made hire mone, þat al þis world haþ wrouht. 42. Þe soudan for hire loue þat tyde Let criȝe in his lond bi vch a syde, 488 C. in statt bi. A turnament to take; þe strengest, þat mihte on hors ryde, He dubbede hem wiþ muche pryde, And knihtes he let hem make. Trompors gunne heore bemes blowe, þe knihtes riden out on a rowe On stedes white and blake. Anon riht also swiþe Stronge men gon maystries kiþe For þat maidenes sake. 43. Þe mayden and þe soudan In a tour þei leȝen þan Þe turnament to bi-holde; Whon þe turnament bi-gon, Þer was semblet mony a mon Of Sarazins stout and bolde. Heo leyden on, as heo weore wode, 505 C. a statt as. Wiþ swerdes and wiþ maces goode, Knihtes ȝonge and olde. So þei fouȝte wiþ egre mood, Of heore bodies ran þe blod, In tale as hit is tolde. 44. Mony an helm þer was vn-weued And bacinettes al to-dreued And knihtes icast to grounde, And summe pleyed of þe heued, And summe heore scolles icleued, Wiþ serwe þei weore vn-sounde. So laste þe turnement, apliht, 517 C. þ^t statt þe. Fro þe morwe to þe niht, Þer ȝeuen was moni a wounde; A morwe þe soudan wedded þat may In þe maner of his lay, In stori as hit is founde. 45. Þe soudan and þat ladi fre, Þei weore to gedere but moneþus þre, Þat heo ne was grete wiþ childe; Heo gon to chaunge al hire bleo, Þe soudan self hit gon iseo, Joly he wax and wylde. Þen was þe ladi swiþe wo, Jesu heo bi-souȝte þo, From schome he scholde hire schilde. And bi þe fourti wikes ende Heo was delyuered out of beende 533 C. delyuer statt delyuered. Þorw help of Marie mylde. 46. And whon þe child was ibore, Wo was þe midwyf þer fore For lymes hedde hit non, But as a roonde of flesch icore, In chaumbre lay hire bi fore, Wiþ outen blod or bon. Þe ladi was wo, as heo wolde dye, Hit hedde nouþer neose nor eiȝe, But lay stille as a ston. Þe soudan com þat ilke tyde And wiþ his wyf he gon to chyde, Þat wo was hire bi-gon. 47. »Sertes, dame, i sei þe bi fore, Aȝeyn my goddes þou art forswore, Bi riht reson i preue. Þerfore þis child, þat is ibore, Lyf and lyme hit is forlore, Þorw þi false by-leeue; Þou leeuest not riht a-fyn On Astrot ne on Jouyn, On morwe ne on eue, On Mahoun ne on Tirmagaunt, Þerfore iloren is þis luytel faunt, No wonder, þauȝ me greue.« 48. Þen þe ladi was ful wo, Anon onswerde þe soudan þo: »Sire, let be þi þouht; Þe child, þat we haue to gedere two, For þi bi-leeue hit fareþ so, Bi him, þat me haþ wrouht: Tak hit vp wel sone a-non And to ȝor temple þer wiþ ȝe gon, And loke, ȝe lette hit nouht; And preye þi goddes alle ifeere, As þow art hem boþe lef and dere, To lyue þat hit beo brouht. 49. And ȝif Mahoun and Jouin con Make hit iformed aftur mon Wiþ lyf and limes ariht, Be him, þat al þis world wan, I chul bi-leeue vppon hem þan, Þat þei beoþ of miht; And but þei hit conne to lyue bringe, On hem by-leeue i nul no þinge, Nouþer bi day nor niht.« Þe child he tok vp a-non, In to his temple he con gon, Bi fore his godes hit diht. 50. Vppon his auter he con hit leyn And heold vp his hondes tweyn, Þe mountaunce of fyue myle. »A, mihtful Mahoun,« he gan sayn, »And Tirmagaunt so ful of mayn, In ȝow nas neuer gyle; Astrot and sire Jouin, Tirmagaunt and Appolin, Now help in þis peryle!« Ofte he criȝede and ofte he ros So longe, þat he wox al hos, And al he loste his while. 51. Whon he hedde al to gedere ipreyd And al, þat euere he couþe, iseyd, Hit lay as stille as ston; He sturte him vp in a breyd, In his herte sore atrayȝed, For boote com þer non. Vppon his child he gan to calle, Ne holpe him nouȝt his goddes alle, Wel wo was him bi-gon. On Tirmagaunt he gon to grede: »On ȝow was neuere help at nede, Fy on ow euerichon!« 52. He hente a staf wiþ herte grete And al his goddes he gan to bete And drouh hem alle adoun And leyde on, til þat he con swete, Wiþ sterne strokes and wiþ grete, On Jouyn and Plotoun; 612 C. Platoun statt Plotoun. On Astrot and sire Jouin, On Tirmagaunt and Appolin, He brak hem scolle and croun. On Tirmagaunt, þat was heore broþer, 616 C. And statt On. He lafte no lyme hole wiþ oþer, Ne on his lord, seynt Mahoun. 53. Whon þei weore bete ful good won, Þe child lay stille as eny ston Vppon his auteere. Þe child he tok vp sone anon In to his chaumbre he gan gon & seide: »Dame, haue hit here; Ichaue i-don al þat i con, To don hit formen after mon Wiþ beodes and wiþ preyere; To alle my goddes ich haue bi-souht, Non of hem con helpe hit nouht, Þe deuel set hem on fuyre!« 54. Þen onswerde þat gode womman To hire lord, þe soudan: »Sire, ich þe bi-seche Þe beste red, þat ich con, Be hym, þat þis world won, To don as i þe teche: Þou hast assayed goddes þyn, Wolte, þat ich asaye myn, Wheþer be better leche? And, leoue sire, trouwe on þis And leef on hym, þat strengor is, For doute of more wreche!« 55. Þen onswerde þe soudan þor, In his herte he was ful sor, To seo þat celli siht: »Dame, i chulle don after þi lore, Ȝif þat i may seo bi fore, Þat þi god beo of such miht, Wiþ eny strengþe, þat i con, Ȝif he con forme hit after mon Wiþ lyf and limes ariht, Mi false goddes i chul forsake, To Jesu Crist þenne ichul me take, As ich am a trewe kniht.« 56. Glad was þenNe þat gode womman, Þat hire lord, þe soudan, Haþ graunted hire preiȝere, And þat he wolde beo cristene man, Heo þonkeþ him, þat þis world bi-gan, And Marie, his moder dere. Nou, lordingus, herkneþ a muri pas, 661 beginnt unrichtig mit grosser initiale. Hou þis child i-cristned was And haþ limes hol and feere; And hou þe soudan of Damas Was i-cristnet in þat cas, Lustneþ and ȝe schul here. 57. Þe ladi seide in þat stounde: »Sire, ye haue in prisun bounde Mony a cristene man; Let seche bi lofte and bi grounde, Ȝif eny cristene prisoun miȝte be founde, And bringe bifore me þan; And ȝe schul seo er to morwe non, 673 C. þan statt and. What my god hym self con don More þen þi maumetes can.« Þe prisouns were a-non isouht, A cristene prest þen forþ was brouht Be heste of þat soudan. 58. Adoun he fel vppon his kne And feire he grette þat ladi fre And seide wiþ sikynges sore, 681 C. sikyng statt sikynges. & seide: »Dame, iblesset ȝe be Of god, þat sit in trinite, 683 C. sitteþ statt sit. Þe tyme þat ȝe weore bore.« Þe ladi seide: »Art þou a prest, Be-leeuest þou on Jesu Crist, Const þou of Cristes lore?« Þe prest onswerde soone anon: »In verbo dei ich was on Ten winter seþthorn;e and more. 59. Fyue ȝer hit is a-gon, Þat i ne song masse non, Hit likeþ me ful ille; So longe, i-wis, hit is agon, I haue iliued in prison of ston Wiþ wrong and muchel vnskille.« Þe ladi seide: »Let beo þi fare, Þou schalt be brouȝt out of þi care, Ȝif þou const holde þe stille: Þorw þin help and myn þis stoundes We schul make cristene of heþene houn∣dus; God graunte, ȝif hit be his wille!« 60. Heo seide: »Ich am þe soudans wyf, Þou most do stille, wiþ outen stryf, Al in priuete. Her is a child selcouþ discrif, Hit naþ nouþer lyme ne lyf, Ne eȝen for to se. Holy water þou most make And þat wrecche þou most take For þe loue of me, And cristne hit, wiþ outen blame, And nempne hit in þe fader name, 713 C. in ausgelassen. Þat sitteþ in trinite! 61. On him is al myn help, apliht, Þat ilke lord ful of miht, Of serwe he may me slake. Ȝif hit were icristnet ariht, Hit scholde ha forme to seo wiþ siht, 719 C. haue statt ha. Wiþ lyf and limes to wake.« Þe ladi bad hire maydens a-non, Out of hire chaumbre forte gon For drede of wriȝying sake. Þe prest a-non in þat tyde In feir vessel him by syde Holi water gon make. 62. In midsomur tyde þis was done In worschupe of Crist in trone, As i ow telle may. Þe prest tok þe child anon And nempnet hit to hote Jon 731 nempnet] so C; nempne A. In worschipe of þat day; Whon hit was cristned þorw grace, Hit hedde boþe lymes and face And cryede wiþ gret deray, Huyde and heuh, bon and fel And eueri lyme, soþ to tel, In stori as ich ow say. 63. Feirore child miht non be bore; Hit hedde neuer a lyme ilore, Wel schapen hit was wiþ alle. Þe prest no lengor dwelled þore, 742 C. dwellet statt dwelled. But ȝeode & tolde þe soudan fore, As he sat in his halle. Þe ladi lay in hire bed Wiþ riche cloþes be-spred Of gold and purpre palle, Þe chyld heo tok vp as blyue And þonked vr ladi wiþ joyes fyue Þe miracle, þat þer was falle. 64. »Lord,« heo seide, »i preye to þe, Al-mihti god in trinite, Nou ȝef me miht and space, Þat i mote þat day ise, 754 V. steht þat day sweimal. Þat my lord icristnet be, Þe soudan of Damace!« Þe soudan com in, þat was so blak, Þe child heo schewed him also spak, Wiþ lyf and limes and face, Heo seide: »Mahoun ne Appolin Were not worþ þe brustel of a swyn Aȝeynes my lordes grace.« 65. Þen seide þe soudan: »Lemmon myn, Icham nou glad wel a-fyn, Mai no mon bliþur be.« »Ȝe, sire,« heo seide, »be seint Katerin, Ȝif haluendel þe child were þyn, Þen miht ȝe gladnes se.« »Dame,« he seide, »hou is þat? Nis hit not myn, þat ich biȝat?« »No, sire, i-wis,« seiþ heo, »But þou weore cristne, as hit is, Þou nast no part þer of, i-wis, Nouþer of child ne of me. 66. But ȝif þou cristne wol lete þe make, More drede and more wrake, 776 Das verbum wird vermisst. Þe while þou art a lyue, For ȝif þou were a cristene man, Þen were hit þin þat þou wan, Þi child and eke þi wyue; And whon þou art ded, þou schalt wende, To joye, þat lasteþ wiþ outen ende, May no mon hit discryue.« »Dame,« seiþ þe soudan, »beo nou stille, 784 C. be ȝe statt beo. I chul ben at þin owne wille And ben icristned blyue. 67. Mi maumetrie i chul forsake And cristendom i chul take Wiþ inne þis þridde day. No more folk distruye i nil, I preye þat prest, to come me til, To teche me cristene lay, Priueliche þat hit be, Þat no mon wite, bote we þre, As ferforþ as ȝe may. Ȝif eny hit wuste, heiȝ or lowe, I cholde be brent and don of dawe, 797 C. I scholde statt I cholde und doun statt and don. Ȝif i forsoke my lay.« 68. Þe prest anon com after þan 799 Ȝe statt þe. And seide to þe soudan: »Sire, now ich am here, Wiþ al þe miht, þat i con, To helpe make þe a cristene mon And godes lawe to lere.« 804 C. lawes statt lawe. His hond vppon his breste he leide, In verbo dei he swor and seide: »To ȝou boþe ifeere Trewe and trusti ichul be, 808 C. i schal statt ichul. To al þat euere falleþ for me, And helpe at my pouwere.« 69. A morwe whon þe prest awekeþ, A feir vessel to him he takeþ Wiþ watur cler and colde; Anon riht for þe soudan sake His preyers he gon to make To him, þat Judas solde, And to Marie, his moder dere, Þat þe soudan cristned were, Þat was so breme and bolde, And ȝef him miht and space, Þorw his vertu and his grace His cristendam wel to holde. 70. A morwe as sone as hit was day, Þe soudan in his bed lay, And vp he gan to rise; He clepede þe prest and gon to say: »Dihte þe redi þat þou may, Þat schal to my seruyse!« Þe prest onswerde anon þo: »Ichaue al redi þat schal þer to, 830 C. hat al ausgelassen. Al redi in alle wyse.« Þe soudan dihte him naked a-non, In to þe watur he con gon And reseyuede þe baptise. 71. Þe prest hihte sire Cleophas And nempnede so þe soudan of Damas 836 C. hat so ausgelassen. After his owne name. His colour, þat lodlich and blak was, Hit bi-com feir þorw godes gras And cler wiþ oute blame. 840 C. outen statt oute. Whon þe soudan hedde þer of a siht, Þat god was of so muche miht, His care was tornd to game. Whon þe prest hedde al iseid And holy watur on hym leyd, To chaumbre þei wenten in same. 846 C. went statt wenten. 72. He com þer þe ladi lay, »Certes, dame,« he gon to say, »Þi god is good and trewe.« Þe ladi þat ilke day Wepte wiþ hire eȝen gray, Vnneþe hire lord heo knewe; But wel heo wuste in hire þouht, On Mahoun he leeuede nouht, Bi chaungynge of his hewe, And for þat he was cristnet so, Al awei was hire wo, Hire joye wox al newe. 73. »Sire,« heo seide, »pur charite, Sent þis prest in priuete To my fader, þe kyng, And bide him, for þe loue of me Þat he come hider to þe Wiþ al þat he may bring; And whon þat he is hider icome, He cristene þe lond al and some, Boþe olde and ȝing, And hose nil not cristned be, Hong hem heiȝe vppon a tre, Wiþ outen eny dwellyng.« 74. Þe soudan tok þe prest bi þe honde And bad him go, and no þing wonde, To þe kyng of Tars ful ȝare: »And do him to vnderstonde, Þat icham þorw godes sonde Ibrouht al out of care; Bid him come hider wiþ his ost, Priueliche, wiþ outen bost, For no þyng þat he ne spare!« Forþ þe prest is iwent, To don þe lordes comaundement, To Tars þen is he fare. 75. Forþ wente sire Cleophas To þe court þorw godes gras, Wiþ outen eny dwellyng, And tolde þe kyng al þe cas, 886 And C., fehlt in V. Hou þe child ded boren was, A mis-forschapen þing; And þorw þe preyere of his wyf 889 C. preyers statt preyere. Hit hedde boþe lyme and lyf, In þe watur of his cristenyng; And hou þe proude soudan Was bi-come a cristene man, Þorw miht of heuene kyng. 76. He radde þe lettres, þat he brouht, In þe lettre hit was iwrouht, As ich ou telle may; He bad hym come, and lette nouht, Wiþ al þe pouwer, þat he mouht, Vppon a serteyn day: »Priueliche wiþ þin ost Þou scholdest come wiþ oute bost 902 C. schalt statt scholdest und outen statt oute. And serche vche cuntray; And hose wol not cristnet be, Scholde be honged on a tre 905 C. Loke þou honge statt Scholde be honged. Wiþ outen eny delay.« 77. A gladdor mon miȝte not ben; 907 C. non statt not. He clepte his barouns & his qwen And tolde hem in his sawe, Þe soudan, þat was stout and kene, Cristnet was, wiþ outen wene, And leeuede on Cristes lawe, »And to me he haþ isent his sonde, 913 C. add. he ver haþ. He wol cristene al his londe, Ȝif he mihte, wel fawe, Ho nil not come to cristenyng, Weore he neuer so heiȝ lordyng, 917 C. gret statt heiȝ. He scholde be to-drawe. 78. Þerfore, lordynges, out riht, Duik, erl, baroun and kniht, Let ȝor folk out beode, And whon þat ȝe beþ redi diht Wiþ helm on hed and brunye briht, Help me wel at neode!« Þe kyng of Tars þat ilke tyde Sente a-boute bi vche a syde To knihtes douhti in dede. 927 C. kniht statt knihtes. Þe kyng dihte him for to wende Wiþ sixti þousend knihtes hende, Þis was a feir felawrede. 79. Forþ he went wiþ outen let, Þe same day, þat he hedde set, To þe soudan wel ȝare; Whon þei were to geder imet, A muri gretyng þer was gret Of lordes, þat þer ware. A semely siht hit was to se, Þe ladi falde doun on kne Bifore hire fader þare; Þer was joye, pite also, Whon heo tolde of weole and wo, Of auntres, þat weore fare. 80. Þe soudan þer he sat in halle, He cleped his knihtes biforen him alle And al his oune meyne; Bi heore name he gan hem calle: »Lordynges, what so euer bi-falle, Icristened ye schul be, For ichaue Mahoun forsake, To Jesu Crist ich haue me take, And, sertes, so schul ȝe; And hose wol not so don, He schal ben honged swiþe son, 953 C. swyne statt swiþe? Be him, þat dyȝed on tre!« 81. Whon þe soudan hedde þus told, Þer was mony a Sarazin bold, Þat wiþ þe soudan were; Summe seide, þat þei wolde, And summe seide, þat þei nolde Be cristened in none manere. And hose wolde here maumetes forsake, Cristene men let hem take, And weore hem lef and dere; And ho þat nolde do bi heore red, Cristen men tak of heore hed 965 C. toke statt tak. Faste bi þe swere. 82. Þe soudan hadde in his prison riht Þritti þousend prisons, apliht, Of mony an vncouþ þeode; Þei, þat were stronge and wiht, He dilyuerede hem anon riht And armed hem vp on stede; And þei, þat mihte not so do, He ȝaf hem mete and drynk also, And al þat hem was nede; Men mihte seo in þat court þan Moni a blyþe cristene man, In stori as we rede. 83. Anon riht in þat ille (!) tyde Þorw out his lond on vche a syde 980 C. in statt on. Þis word wel wyde sprong. Þei sente aboute fer and nerre, Vppon þe soudan for to werre, And seiden: »For þat wrong, Bi Mahoun and Tirmagaunt, No mon schal be heore waraunt, Weore þei neuere so stronge. Boþe soudan and kyng And al þat hem was folewyng, Þe deþ þei scholde a-fonge.« 84. Fyf kynges were of heiȝ parayle, Vppon þe soudan þei beode bataile, Þat strong and douhti were; Hou þe soudan hem gon assayle And what þei hihte, wiþ oute fayle, Lustneþ, and ȝe mouwen here: Þe kyng Kenedok and kyng Lesyas, 997 C. add. & vor þe kyng. Kyng Merkel and kyng Cleomadas, Kyng Menbrok was heore fere, Þeos fyf kynges forþ be-went, Mony a mon þei slowe and schent Wiþ strengþe & gret pouwere. 85. Vppon a day þe kyng and þe soudan An hard batayle þei bi-gan Vppon þis kynges fyue. Aȝeynes o cristene man Ten heþene houndes were þer þan Of Sarazins stoute and styþe. Herkeneþ now boþe olde and ȝing, 1009 Herkeneþ beginnt unrichtig mit grosser initiale. Hou þe soudan and þe kyng Among hem gunne to dryue, And hou þe Sarazins þat day Hopped hedles for heore pray, I schal ow telle as blyue. 86. Þe cristene soudan þat tyde Tok a spere and gon to ryde Aȝeyn Kenedok so kene; Þe kyng, þat was so ful of pryde, His spere he lette to hym glyde, To wite wiþ outen wene. So harde to gidere þei riden þare, Boþe þe speres, þat þei bare, Borsten hem bi twene; Þe soudan drou his swerd ful good, Þe kynges hed wiþ þe hod He strek of quit and clene. 1026 C. strok statt strek. 87. Kyng Lesyas of Taborie To þe soudan hedde envye, For Kendok kyng was slawe; He tok a spere, wiþ oute lye, Aȝeyn þe soudan he gan hyȝe And wolde hym sle ful fawe. Þe kyng of Tars bi twene hem rod And Lesyas strok he abod, As i fynde in my sawe. He smot him so on þe scheld, Þat hit fley in to þe feld 1037 C. clef statt fley. Adoun he haþ hym drawe. 1038 C. And doun statt Adoun. 88. He leop to horse and gon to ryde And slouȝ a-doun bi vche a syde Alle, þat he bi fore him founde; And alle, þat euere he hutte þat tyde, Weore he neuere so proud in pryde, He ȝaf hem deþes wounde. Þe kyng of Tars wiþ his spere Þorw þe bodi he gon hym bere 1046 C. con statt gon. And falde him ded to grounde; Þe Sarazins nomen vp a cri: »Now, Mahoun, ful of merci, Help now in þis stounde!« 89. Kyng Merkel was ful wo, To fihten anon he was ful þro, A spere in honde he hent; 1053 spere auf rasur und mit dunklerer tinte auf∣gefrischt. He priked his stede and let him go, Þe kyng of Tars he þouȝte to slo, Er he þennes went. He smot þe kyng þat ilke tyde Þorw his hauberk in þe syde, Þat neih he hedde be schent; Þe kyng of Tars out of his sadel fel, Þe blod out of his wounde wel, Mony mon hit bi-ment. 90. Whon þe soudan sauȝ his blod, For wraþthorn;e, he þouȝte, he was neih wod, And gon to prike wiþ mayn; He and al his felawrede Brouȝt him aȝein vppon his stede And halp him vp aȝayn. Whon he was on his stede ibrouht, Al þat he hutte and a-rauht, He clef hem in to brayn. Kyng Merkel aȝeyn him went And ȝaf hym such a noþer dunt, Þat neih he hedde hym slayn. 91. Whon þe soudan sauȝ þat siht, Wod for wraþthorn;e he was, apliht, And rod to þe kyng Merkel; 1077 C. hat þe ausgelassen. And smot him so on þe scheld, Þat he fel in to þe feld Among þat houndes fel. Þe kyng of Tars in þat stounde Haþ spyt of þat heþene hounde, Þat er hedde fouȝte so wel; He swor be him, þat þolede wounde: »Þat heþene dogge schal to grounde, Be þe help of seint Mihel. 92. I nul not dyȝen in his dette, A strok on hym i chul bi-sette, 1088 C. I schal statt i chul. Beo he neuer so bolde.« Vr ladi wiþ an aue he grette, Þat no mon scholde hym lette, Þe feendes strengþe to folde. He rod to hym a-non riht Wiþ a dunt of muche miht, In stori as hit is tolde; He hutte him on þe helm on hiht, In to þe brayn þorw bacinet briht, Þus is his seruyse ȝolde. 93. Kyng Membrok was in gret payn, Whon he sauȝ þus his felawes slayn And in þe feld to-dreuet; He priked his hors wiþ miht and mayn And fleiȝ a-weiward on þat playn, For to huyden his heued. Þe cristene soudan, in þat tyde Aftur him he gan to ryde, For no þing he ne leued, And smot him so for al his scheld, As he fleyh in þat feld, Quitliche of his heued. 1110 C. Quyntliche statt Quitliche. 94. Þus þe ladi wiþ hire lore Brouȝte hire frendes out of sore Þorw Jesu Cristes grace. Al þe while, þat þei weore þare, Þe joye, þat was among hem ȝare, No mon may telle þe space. Whon þei weore out of world iwent, Bi fore god omnipotent Hem was diht a place. Now Jesu, þat is ful of miht, Graunt vs alle, in heuene liht To seo þi swete face! AMEN. C. hat am schlusse noch die worte: Explicit þe kyng of Tars & þe soudan of Damas.