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ras[46] that stant be the wey, Amonge the bestys herboryd may ye be. |131| _Maria._ Now the fadyr of hefne he mut yow yelde! His sone in my wombe forsothe he is; He kepe the and thi good be fryth and ffelde! Go we hens, husbond, for now tyme it is."{11} The scene immediately after the Nativity is delicately and reverently presented in the York cycle. The Virgin worships the Child, saluting Him thus:-- "Hayle my lord God! hayle prince of pees! Hayle my fadir, and hayle my sone! Hayle souereyne sege all synnes to sesse! Hayle God and man in erth to wonne![47] Hayle! thurgh whos myht All this worlde was first be-gonne, merkness[48] and light. Sone, as I am sympill sugett of thyne, Vowchesaffe, swete sone I pray the, That I myght the take in the[r] armys of mine, And in this poure wede to arraie the; Graunte me thi blisse! As I am thy modir chosen to be in sothfastnesse." Joseph, who has gone out to get a light, returns, and this dialogue follows:-- "_Joseph._ Say, Marie doghtir, what chere with the? _Mary._ Right goode, Joseph, as has been ay. _Joseph._ O Marie! what swete thyng is that on thy kne? _Mary._ It is my sone, the soth to saye, that is so gud _Joseph._ Wel is me I bade this day, to se this foode![49] Me merueles mekill of this light That thus-gates shynes in this place, For suth it is a selcouth[50] sight! |132| _Mary._ This hase he ordand of his grace, my sone so ying, A starne to be schynyng a space at his bering * * * * * _Joseph._ Nowe welcome, floure fairest of hewe, I shall the menske[51] with mayne and myght. Hayle! my maker, hayle Crist Jesu! Hayle, riall king, roote of all right! Hayle, saueour. Hayle, my lorde, lemer[52] of light, Hayle, blessid floure! _Mary._ Nowe lord! that all this worlde schall wynne, To the my sone is that I saye, Here is no bedde to laye the inne, Therfore my dere sone, I the praye sen it is soo, Here in this cribbe I myght the lay betwene ther bestis two. And I sall happe[53] the, myn owne dere childe, With such clothes as we haue here. _Joseph._ O Marie! beholde thes beesti
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