Proprium sanctorum zusatz-homilien des ms. Vernon fol. CCXV ff. zur nördlichen sammlung der dominicalia evangelia / mitgeteilt von C. Horstmann.

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Proprium sanctorum zusatz-homilien des ms. Vernon fol. CCXV ff. zur nördlichen sammlung der dominicalia evangelia / mitgeteilt von C. Horstmann.
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Horstmann, Carl, 1851-
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Braunschweig: George Westermann
1888
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Nisi granum frumenti cadens in terra mortuum fuerit, ipsum solum manet (Joh. 12, 24-26).
But greine of whete in eorþe dye, hit schal not newe. þis is to seie: Whon grein of whete is cast to grounde, But ȝif hit die, hit schal not newe. Vre furste greyne wiþ deuȝ was bounde, [ 5] ffeole greynes þerof grewe, Spires stoden vp In a stounde And bar blosmes briht of hewe; ffeole greynes growen rounde Of o greyne þat we sewe. [ 10] whon greyn in grounde biginneþ falle, But ȝif hit die, hit schal not sprede, þe londus folk forte fede— In Johan gospel þus I rede, þe apostles witen alle. [ 15] Whon greyne of whete is cast in grounde, [16 l. in grounde is sowe.] hit liggeþ lowe vndur þe londe; þerof springeþ spires I-nowe Aȝein þe sonne vndur þe sonde, wiþ bitter blastes hit is I-blowe, [ 20] To wagge wiþ wynd hit wol not wonde; And aftur is ropen and leid ful lowe, Boistesliche bounden in a bonde, And þenne in cartes cast, þen hit is brouht hom til a Berne, [ 25] hard I-þrosschen in an hurne; ffair bred, as ȝe schul lerne, þerof comeþ atte last. þenne is hit winewed wiþ þe wynde, In Mesures meten and grounden to mele, [ 30] ffeire I-kneden, as ȝe may se [31 se st. fynde?] Bake Bred and feden fele. þis whete-corn I haue in muynde þat furst stod on a luytel stele. Nou wol I preue bi wei of kuynde [ 35] þat o greyne won al vr wele, whon greyne on grounde was sowe In Marie lond, þat Mylde croft; þer-in com crist feire and soft Out of heuene, þe heiȝe loft, [ 40] And greuh in grounde ful lowe. Whon greyne of whete in grounde was cast, Quikliche hit quiked in a Qweene. here hit liuede, for vs hit fast ffourti dawes, as clerkes sene; [ 45] In eorþe hit dyed atte last, And queyntely hit quiked aȝen— þat made þe fend sore agast; Nou greyne is brouht in bred to ben. Bote for vre greyne gon dye, [ 50] Schulde neuere Mayden ne wyf Ones haue ete þe bred of lyf, But euere ha liued in þe fendes strif, fforsoþe, as I ow seye.

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Whon þis spyr was sprad and spronge, [ 55] þritti wynter and al-most þre wiþ fele wyndes hit (was) wronge, Vre spir sprong al in pouerte. he preched boþe olde and ȝonge, And helede seke in mony cite. [ 60] Atte laste þe Jewes stronge Scheren vr greyne ful lowe on kne— þis me þinkeþ gret reuþe. þe Jewes, þat (were) wikked and wrong, Euere þei songen in heore song [ 65] And callede him false liȝere strong þat was rote of treuþe. his hondes þei bounden at his bac And cariede him to sire Caiphas; whos heued þei knelled wiþ moni a knoc, [ 70] þei Robbed him and hud his fas; And aftur þei schoken a ful gret schak, To proude pilate þei gon pas, To heroude þei runne on rak wiþ Jhesus þat diede for vre tres∣pas— [ 75] þus was he driuen aboute. heroude, þat wikked þing, As a fool cloþud vr kyng, And bad leden him to þreffchyng Of sire Pilatus Route. [ 80] þen was he þreffchen þer on a tre, On vre curnel knaues gon knoke, Til his bodi bar a blodi ble, Swete bred was out i-broke. Of þis spyr I haue pite; [ 85] þorwh his woundes mon was spoke, To buy hem heuene, þat hiȝe Cite, þat lyȝen in helle ful lowe iloke. ffleyles on hym gun flynge, þey flapped on his feire flesch [ 90] þat whit was and swiþe nesch, And as þe deuh doþ on þe gres Spedly þe blod gon springe. þen was he lad to an hulle, To don him schome was heore delys, [ 95] To winewen him þer was heore wille In wikked weder, boþe snowh and ys. þe meke þing stod naked in þe chelle, his cloþes þei wonnen atte dys, [99 Ms. wonnes.] And aftur leiden him doun ful stille wiþ rode red so Rose on Rys. þis Mayde seed was mete, þe Rode-treo was heore Mesour; On Crois þei cleynten vre Creatour, On a schyd wiþ scharpe schour [ 105] þis mon was mad ful mete. In writ as hit is founde, þe Rode-treo þei liften vp anon, Rampned hit harde in a ston; his senewes brooken euerichon [ 110] þus was vr greyne I-grounde. On longe laddres vp þei trede, þe Jewes þat weore wylde and wode, Berien vre bred aȝeyn þe brede Til al his bac to-brast on blode. [ 115] Vre Cake on Crois þei knede, Rampned hit harde aȝeyn þe Roode, þat made vre Meole swetter þen mede. [118 Ms. moode.] þus for us was greyþed vr gostly foode, Molded in his oune bloode. [ 120] þer he heng I-Robed in Red, In druye blood, whon he was ded— þus spekeþ seynt Luc of vre bred In his gospel goode. þo was he marked wiþ a launce, [ 125] Don in þe ouene—such was heore lawe. he Ros vp at his ordinaunce On Aster-day, whon þe day gon dawe, whon bred of lyf was forþ i-drawe. his feire feste doþ vs a-vaunce, [ 130] his flesch vs fedeþ, we may be fawe of his Blessed Ordinaunce. þus seide seint Thomas of Inde his bred of lyf couþe he not knowe, whuch a Lof þat was I-sowe, [ 135] Til vch a fynger rikened on Rowe þorw his bored breste gan fynde. Kerueþ vr lof bi þe ouer syde, ȝe þat ben Mylde makeþ ou þerwiþ wel atese, And loke ȝe þenken In eueri tyde [ 140] what God haþ don ow wiþ to plese. he bouhte blisse mon to abyde, wiþ heuene-halle he gan ȝou sese, But ȝe hit loste þorw pompe and pride: To Bugge hit aȝeyn god gan prese, [ 145] To sauen ou from þe qued; On a Rode he heng to-torn, To lechen hem þat lay forlorn. Ȝit is he God, as he was born, And Mon in fourme of Bred. [ 150] þe neoþur croste mai þe fulle: Cheuȝ þeron and ofte þenke hou grim, hou hot hit is in helle, fful of pich, þat euer schal stynke, I-ȝoten, and Brimston welle; [ 155] In Bras þei brennen bi þe brinke,

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In serwe and wo þei sweltere and swelle— þer nis no clerk mai write wiþ Inke half þe cumbring ne care. þer is þe worm þat neuer schal dye, [ 160] Derknes and dym lyȝe. þeih peter for a soule preye, hit is not worþ a tare. þenk hou gostes schul grede and grenne, And hou deueles schul in hem dynge, [ 165] And hou bitterly þey schul brenne, And þenk hou neddres schul in hem stinge, þenk hou þei schul warien heuene∣wynne, fforsake crist and heore cristnynge; þenk al is for vre sori synne, [ 170] And þenk þat serwe haþ non endynge. þenk my tale is treuþe, ffor Poule and Gregori þus þei rikenen bi an bi, In helle is al þis vileni, [ 175] And sixti so muche reuþe. þenk how bemes schul blaste and blowe And breke brinkes on domus-day, Al vre þrouhwes þen schul ouer∣þrowe, vr kun schal comen out of þe clay; [ 180] Cursed and clene þen crist wol knowe, þat Mon was marked In a May: þe Crosede wol he caste lowe, þe clene faste bi him, in fay, In Joye þat lasteþ ay; [ 185] his face þenne schal vs fede, Jhesus of whom I rede, Ȝif we him loue and drede And serue him to his pay. Joye and pyne schal laste longe [ 190] whon vr prince haþ mad vre partyng; In helle schul dwelle þe wrecches wronge, þe clene in Court wiþ heuene-kyng Ben fed wiþ Joye and Angeles songe, þer is loue and lyf and no long∣yng. [ 195] ffleo we helle, þat stinkeþ stronge, And bugge we heuene, þat blisful þing! fful Joyful is þat bour þer mon mai sitten In heuene-des, þer is preued þe place of pees, [ 200] þe Joye þat is endeles hem þinkeþ not half an hour. Penaunce wiþ his speres Ord Schal come departe and spende. þerfore beþ wyse and worcheþ godus word, [ 205] Of alle oure synnes ow amende! þen may ȝe byde at godus bord þat Bred þat furst in loue Brende. þis bred is to my pay, In heuene hit is kyng, as telleþ ȝor crede; [ 210] þis bred is broken vr frendes to fede wiþ blessynges eueri day. Eueri day þis bred is delt, Broken in þre and al is on. þat on is offret to him þat welt [ 215] his holy Angeles in heuene-tron. þat oþur helpeþ him þat helt ffrom þe fendes, vre soule fon. þe þridde for-ȝiueþ gostes heore gult, But hote helle haþ he non. [ 220] þis bred is broken on þreo: þat on is offred to God in glorie, þat oþur aleggeþ peynes In purga∣torie, þe þridde makeþ vs good Memorie; Ac in helle þer may non beo. [ 225] Mon and Angeles feire ben fed wiþ bred þat was in Marie born. Goode gostes may beo ful glad whon Messe amendeþ ow eueri Morn: ffeole ben delyueret and feire i-lad [ 230] To þat riche feste I haue seid be∣forn. But hote helle neuer helpyng had þorwh þat Cake of Cristes Corn. In helle pyne is piht, weore hem loked eny leggaunce [ 235] In helpyng of heore harde chaunce, Or eny þing mihte hem auaunce, In ffoure þis bred were diht. þis world is nouht, bote heuene is ouht, whon deþ schal come wiþ his knyf. [ 240] Jhesus, þat vs lauht, kep vs in to þi frauht And ay from vs stinte þe fendes strif. þen schal beo rauht a Riche drauht Out of þe wyse welle of lyf. In to þat frauȝt Jhesus hire tauht [ 245] Samaritan, þat cely wyf. he hiȝte hire drinke ful hende: watur of lyf wiþ lyues bred Schal sauen vs alle from þe qued. God graunt vs þat whon we beo ded [ 250] To heuene þat we may wende
Amen.
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