VII.
Mi loue· i·lol ed vp in þe eyr,
Wiþ cradel bond· I· gan him bynde,
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Cros he stikeþ nou· on þi steir,
Naked a-ȝeyn· þe wylde wynde:
Foules fourmen heor nestes· in þe eyr,
Wolues in den· reste þei fynde,
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Bot Godes sone·, in heuene heir,
His hed nou leoneþ· on þornes tynde,
Of Mournyng· I· may mynne;
Godes hed· haþ reste non,
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But leoneþ· on his scholder bon;
Þe þornes· þorwh his flesch gon,
His wo· I· wyte hit sinne:
VIII.
Cros to slen· hit is þi sleiht,
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Mi fayre fruit· þou berest fro blis;
Cros þou holdest him so heih on heiȝþ,
Mi fruites feet· I· mai not kis;
Mi mouþ I· pulte·, my sweore I· streiȝt
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To cusse his feet·, soþ þing hit is:
Þe Iewes· from þe cros me keiȝt,
On me· þei made heore mouwes amis,
Heore games· and heore gaudes;
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Þe Iewes wrouȝten· me ful wo:
Cros· I· fynde· þou art my fo,
Þou berest my brid·, beten blo,
A-mong þeose fooles fraudes·:
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IX.
Cristes cros· ȝaf onswere:— [[Cross responds.]]
Ladi to þe· I· owe honour,
