But maker of redempcion was or we were wrowt.
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Adam to a tre his handës cawt;
Cristis handis to a tre were fest;
To felle our fon our frendis fawt,
And þer filius regis mortuus est.
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(6)
Seynt poule seythe he deyed for alle;
Why were not alle men sauyd þan?
Sent austyn answerid in generalle,
He deyid for euery leuyng man.
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Hym selfë þat wille not god calle,
He wylle not leue þat he hym whan; [for wan.]
What wonder is it, þowe he be thralle
That byndiȝt hym selfe, & not vn-lose can?
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Þe blod þat fro his sydës ran
Whan alle þis werlde was derke, est & west,
Ther-for I syng as I be-gan,
Filius regis mortuus est.
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(7)
"Go, loke," sche seyid, "whille þou mayst se,
I may no lenger taryon out of towne."
I toke my gate up to þe tre
Þér þe blod was rennyng downe:
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iij dayis I dithe me þer to be,
For pete of his passïon,
Sithen to his graue he went a-lone fro me.
iij women I met with precessïon,
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I askyd hem whedir þat þei were bone;
Fulle sone þei toke sorowe with-outyn rest,
Ȝet þei answerid with dollefulle sone, [folio 91]
And seyd, Filius regis mortuus est.
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(8)
So to his graue I went ful rythe,
And pursuyd after to wetyn an ende;
