Altenglische legenden.

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Altenglische legenden.
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Horstmann, Carl, ed. b. 1851.
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Heilbronn,: Gebr. Henninger,
1881.
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Saints -- Legends
English poetry
Legends
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"Altenglische legenden." In the digital collection Corpus of Middle English Prose and Verse. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/AFW1383.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 6, 2024.

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11. De festo sci Petri apostoli quod dicitur in Cathedra.

Saint Peter, Cristes apostil dere, In þis werld had grete powere. Þis fest he has and oþer twa, And þis es cald þus: In Cathedra. It leres vs with-outen lett Line 5 How he was first in chayer set In Antioche, and sethin in Rome, Als chefe curate of Cristendome. Bot first he went in diuers land, Þe sede of goddes wurd sawand; Line 10 Of haly kirk he set þe ground, Als god him-self first had it found: For god to him þir wurdes said, Als it es in þe godspell grayd: Dico tibi quia tu es petrus & super hanc petram edificabo ecclesiam meam: "Peter, he sayd, þou es þat stone Line 15 Þat I sal big my kirk opon". And al þis to fulfill in dede, To Antioche prechand he ȝede. Sune when þe folk might vnderstand Þat Peter was to þam cumand, Line 20 Þai went with grete processioune And kest pouder opon þair croune, Þai did penaunce with all þaire mayne, And barfote went þai him ogayne. Þài loued god fast for his cumyng, Line 25 And sum men loued him for þis thing: For he had Simon Magus feld Þat lang bifore had with þam dweld. And many þat war seke and sore And with þat maumet hurt bifore, Line 30 Come þedir and vnto Peter knelde And prayd him forto be þare belde And warisch þam out of þaire wo. With-outen noumber come þar so. Saint Peter þan saw wele inogh Line 35 How all cuntres vnto him drogh. Þan vnto god hertly he prayd And in his praiers þus he sayd: "High fader in heuyn, loued mot þou be Þat of þi grace grauntes to me Line 40 Forto fulfill all þat þou hight To oure maister Jhesu, mekil of might: So þat ilk creature may knaw Þat þou es lord of high and law". Þus praid he vnto god, and gret. Line 45 An(d) sethin on heght vp he him sett, So þat all þe puple might him se, And vnto þam all þus said he: "Bihaldes, he said, and sese me now Ane erthly man als ane of ȝow, Line 50 And þarfore trows noght more ne les Þat I may saue ȝow of no sekenes! Bot trous þat he may ȝow amend Þat doun fro heuyn to erth descend: For in him es al þe hele anely Line 55 Both of man saul and of body. And in him if ȝe trewly trow, Thurgh his help hele hete I ȝow". Þai cried and graunted both ȝung and alde Him verray god þat he of talde, Line 60 And þarto held þai handes on hight. And so þore come a sodain light Thurgh grace of god omang þam all: So war þai helid grete and small; Al þat war blind sune had þai sight, Line 65 And croked and lame rase vp ful right. Byfor saynt Peter fete þai fell, Ful mekil mirth was þam omell. In seuyn days, when þis was puplist, Mo þan ten thowsand war baptist; Line 70 Þai forsoke al þaire maumetry And trowed in Jhesu Crist mercy. So als he to þe pople prechid And laus of Crist vnto þam techid, A proud prince, þat hight Trophilus, Line 75 Sent efter Peter and said him þus: "How dar þou, felow, for drede & awe Turn my folk ogayns my lawe?" Saynt Peter sayd: "I dar avow, Al þat I tell aw þe to trow". Line 80 Þe prince bad þan þat he suld sune

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Into a depe dongeon be dune, And þat no man for luf ne drede Suld mete ne drink vnto him bede. His men did sone als he cumand, Line 85 Saint Peter in prisoun þai band. And þore he sat all out of sight, Till he had lost mekyll of his might. Þan vnto god þus gun he pray: "My lord Jhesu, þat helpis me ay Line 90 And all þat for þe suffers any grefe, Haue mynde on me in þis mischefe! For now I faile for faut of fude". And sune he had herting ful gude: Oure lord Jhesu to him aperd Line 95 And gude releue to him he lerid: "Peter, he sayd, why trowes þou Þat I haue þe forsaken now? Trist in my help! þou sall it haue, [folio 146] Sune sall he cum þat sall þe saue". Line 100 When þis was said, he herd namore. Þus ful wele was he cumfort þore. And on þe morn so it byfell: Saynt Paul, his brother, sone herd tell How saynt Peter in prisoun was. Line 105 Vnto þe prince sone gun he pas, He sayd he couth of alkins werk Þat fell to laud man or to clerk, In tre and stone he couth wirk wele And graue in iren and als in stele, Line 110 And alkins werk wele couth he wirk Þat fell to castell or to kirk — And all þis sayd he for þis thing: His brother out of bale to bring. When þe prince herd him þusgat tell, Line 115 He prayd him in his court to dwell. In þe princis court he dwellid þan. And into þe prisoun sune he wan Whore Peter lay in poynt of dede. And when Paul saw him in þat stede, Line 120 He wepid for him fast als he stode, And sethin he sayd with dreri mode: "A, Petir, my brothir, comfort þe And opyn þi mouth & speke with me!" Saint Petir herd and wele him knew Line 125 Þat it was Paul, his brothir trew; He lukid on him, and gret alway, Bot no wurde might he to him say. Þan Poul by strenth opind his mouth, And comfort him all þat he couth: Line 130 God sent vnto þam mete & drink, Swilk als þaire hertes wald efter think. Saint Peter gat sum might ogaine, And aythir of othir was ful fayne; Of greteing might þai noght be still, Line 135 Til þai had both wepid þaire fill. Saint Poul of þe kepers gat slike grace, Þat al night dweld he in þat place. And when it drogh nere to þe day, Ful preuely he passed oway. Line 140 And to þe prince with faire quaintise He come and counsayld on þis wise: "Sir, þou es prince þat reulis al right, And no-thing may gaynstand þi might; Bot one thing, syr, als thinkes me Line 145 Es mikell ogayns þine honeste: Þat þou wil so in prison hald A pouer man, þat es Peter cald; Pyned he es vnto þe last end, And þat may noght to þe amend Line 150 All-if he in his mightes faile. His wurdes might moni men auail, And his life might do mekill gude: For þus men has sayd, whore he ȝode, Þat he has helid both man & wife Line 155 And raysed ded men vnto life. Sir, swilk a man suld noght be slayne". And þan answerd Þe prince ogayne: "Al þir wurdes þat þou tels to me Er fabill and faynt. þat proue I þe. Line 160 If he myght rays ded men of graue, Why will he noght him-seluyn saue Out of prisoun and out of payne?" Þan answerd Poul vnto him ogayne: "Sir, he said, he wirkes now here Line 165 By ensaumple of Crist, his maister dere. We wote wele, Crist rase vp ful right, When he was ded, by his owin might; And neuer-þe-les ȝit wold he noght Cum doune, when he on cros was broght. Line 170 For þis skill Peter, ane of twelue, Will noght assay to saue him-selue, Bot redy es he for hys sake Paynes and turmentes forto take". Þan sayd þe prince: "sen he lufs so Line 175

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Line 175 To suffer paynes, he sall haue mo. Bot neuer-þe-les sune sal we se If þis be trew þou tels to me. I had a sun þat was me dere, And sethin he dyed, es fourtene ȝere: Line 180 If he ogayn may ger him life, Þan all my grefe I wil forgife And relese him, with pardon playne". Þan said Poul þus to him ogaine: "Thurgh grace of god þis sal be done". Line 185 Vnto þe prisoun þan went he sone, He told to Peter how he had hight Þe prince sun forto rayse up right Þat had bene ded ful fourtene ȝere. Þan Peter said: "Paul, brother dere, Line 190 A grete thing has þou vndertane. Bot to god grete thing es it nane — We wote, his might es mekill more". Þan was Peter tone fro prison þore. Onto graue þai went ilkone, Line 195 He bad þam stir oway þe stone And remu al þe erth oway. And als he cumand, so did þai. To god þan made he his prayere: And he þat was ded fourtene ȝere Line 200 Thurgh grace of god þan was raysed. Þe prince and al þe puple him praysd. Þai turned to Crist and baptym toke And war sauid, als sais þe boke. Þe prince þan kest him wele to wirk: Line 205 Of his castell he made a kirk With grete riches ful really In honure of god almighty; And in þat kirk þan he ordand A riche chayer on heght to stand, Line 210 And Peter þaire bisschop forto be And to sit so, þat al men might se. Þus haly kirk þore was bigun, And þis fest þarof founded and fun How saint Peter gat to grete degre Line 215 In Antioche, þe riche cete. Seuyn winters was (he) bisschop þore And made Cristes law ay more & more; Prestes and dekins ordand he, To serue vnto god in sere degre. Line 220 Þan was fulfild þe prophecy Þat spekis of (him) þus appertly:
Exaltent eum in ecclesia plebis: & in cathedra seniorum laudent eum —
"Þai sall enhigh him in þe kirk Whore þe pople sall goddes wirschip wirk, And in þe chayer of olde men Line 225 Sal all him loue þat him sal ken". When seuin winters war past till end, Þan god slike grace vnto him send, Þat he was chosen pape of Rome And chef curate of Cristendome — Line 230 For god gaff him his power playne Þat, wham he lesid of syn sertayne In þis erth thurgh his pouste, In heuyn þan lesid suld þai be, And wham he band here bi his steuyn Line 235 Þai suld be bunden fro blis of heuyn. Þus was he pape thurgh goddes powere Fully fyue and twenty ȝere, And þore he dyed and went to blis— Þat way to wende oure lord us wis! Line 240
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