[De lapidacione beati Stephani pro|thomartyris] [[In later hand]]
Wiþ speke þai gaue him mani turn,
Bot nane gain him miȝte halde a spurne;
Þe hali spirite oute of him spac,
In worde moȝt tai him neuir ouirtac;
Alle þe men þat saȝ his chere
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Þoȝt it was an angel clere.
Tua witnes fals þan þai puruaide,
To tel of god he hauid missaide
Gain moisen and gain þair lai,
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He ne finid neuir to missai
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Þe bisop of þair laȝ, herde sai[n].
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"Queþir hes þis," he said, "soþe ouir nan."
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Steuin stichlid him al bune,
And þan bigan a grete sarmun,
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And þare he prouid wiþoutin aw,
Þat fals it was, al þair onsaw.
For firste to loue god he bigan
O moyses, þate duȝti man,
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And siþin spac he of þair law,
Þat þaim it cuþe noȝt seluin knaw.
Bot quen he hauid þaim talde þe soþe
Þai bigan to gnaiste wiþ toþe,
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Þair hertis þoȝt þaim braste for tene,
Eþe is to kindil þat es kene.
Vp he lifte eien his,
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"I se," he saide, "ure lauerdis blis,
And mannis sun þare selfe standande,
ihesum, bi god on his riȝte hande."
In furme of man he saȝ him in,
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His fadir and he sundir in tuinne,
He saȝ him stande to help him bede,
For helpande aȝ to stande in nede,
He saȝ him croisid that ilke turne
Þat he for staning suld noȝt scurn.
For to here neuin ihesu name
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Þai held it baþe scendscip and scame,
And namlike wa was þaim þanne
Quen man him calde baþ god and man.
[folio 39b:2] þan wex þa wreches oute of witte,
And gan þair erin for to ditte,
Þain harmid naþing mare in herte;
Þar fore on steuin alle þai sterte,
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Þai draue him oute of tune allan,
And þare þai demid him to stane.
Þe fals witnes stane him bigan,
And saide þai herde him driȝtin ban,
Þa helde for lawch wiþoutin sin,
Þat þe witnes suld biginne.
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A child hiȝt sawil of þair lede
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Toc tente to quilis to þair wede,
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Þat ilke þat was þan hattin saul,
Siþin he was apostil pawil.
Quilis tai him wiþ stanis quelde,
Vp til ward heuin his hende he helde,
Apon his knes he him sette,
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And der worþli he driȝtin grette.
"Lauerd," he saide, "to þe ihesu
Gield I mi gaste, receiu it nu!
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And lauerd, forgiue þu þaim þair pliȝt,
For of þe soþe haue þai na pliȝte."
Wiþ þis his haligaste he gialde
To ihesu þat for him was salde. [[Blank space here of 14 lines' width]]
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