The pricke of conscience (stimulus conscientiæ): a Northumbrian poem / by Richard Rolle de Hampole ; ed. Richard Morris.

                                
                                  Þan sal þe rightwys men þat day,
                                
                                  Til our loverd answer þus and say;
                                
                                  'Loverd when saw we þe hungry,
                                
                                  And to gyf þe mete war we redy;
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                                  And when myght we þe thresty se,
                                
                                  And gaf þe drynk with hert fre;
                                
                                  When saw we þe nede of herber have,
                                
                                  And to herber þe vouched save;
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                                  When saw we þe naked and we þe cled,
                                
                                  And when saw we þe seke and in prison sted,
                                
                                  And visited þe with gude wille,
                                
                                  And comforted þe, als was skille?'
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                                  Our loverd sal þan þam answer þus,
                                
                                  And say, als þe godspelle shewes us:
                                
                                  'Suthly I say yhou, swa yhe wroght,
                                
                                  Þat ilka tyme when yhe did oght
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                                  Until ane of þe lest þat yhe myght se
                                
                                  Of my brether, yhe did til me.'
                                
                                  Þan sal our loverd til alle þas say,
                                
                                  Þat þan on his lefte syde sal stand þat day,
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                                  And spek til þam with an austerne chere,
                                
                                  Þir wordes þat er hydus to here:
                                
                                    Discedite a me maledicti, in ignem
                                  
                                    eternum, qui preparatus est diabolo
                                  
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                                    et angelis eius.
                                  
                                  "Yhe weryed wyghtes wende fra my sight,
                                
                                  Until þe endeles fire þat es dight
                                
                                  Til þe devel and til his aungels."
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                                  And þan sal he say þus, als þe buke tels,
                                
                                  'I hungred and had defaute of mete,
                                
                                  And yhe wald noght gyfe me at ete;
                                
                                  I thrested, and of drynk had nede,
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                                  And yhe wald na drynk me bede;
                                
                                  I wanted herber, þat I oft soght,
                                
                                  And alle þat tyme yhe herberd me noght;
                                
                                  Naked with-outen clathes I was,
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                                  And with-outen clathes yhe let me pas;

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Title: The pricke of conscience (stimulus conscientiæ): a Northumbrian poem / by Richard Rolle de Hampole ; ed. Richard Morris.
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Publication: Berlin :: Published for the Philological Society by A. Asher,; 1863.

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