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ALBON UND AMPHABEL.
[BUCH II.]
1 sawe this thyng and knevve it well
ynowe
535 By a maner vncouth apparence —
The garmentes whytter than mylke
or snowe
Of all thangels thatdyd hymreuerence.
This was theyr songe and refret in
sentence:
Blessed be the father, 1 blessed mote
he be,
540 The sonne eke blessed in his huma-
nyte!
These vncouth tydynges I sawe them
in my slepe,
And many other thynges mo withall,
Secrete thynges — I toke of them good
kepe —
Not to be shewed to no man mortall”—
545 And he tolde vnto Amphibell all,
Whan he a woke, in full humble entent
Besechyng hym to declare what it menu
Whiche thynges to here greatly was
delyted
Within hym-selfe, of spiritual! gladnes,
550 Saw that his herte was of god visited;
And full deuoutly a crosse he gan
forth dresse,
,,Lo here, quod he, | this token beareth
wytnesse
Of all the signes, clere as the sonne
beame,
That were vnto you shewed in your
dreame!
555 The man whiche to you dyd appere,
Sent'from heuen, sofayre and glorious,
He was the same, as I shall you lere,
My blessed lorde, [ myn owne lorde
Christ Jesus,
Mostbenyng, 1 moste meke | and most
vertuous:
560 Whiche on a crosse suffred passion —
As ye sawe clerely in your auision —
Only by mercyby his gratious aduise
Of the trespas to make redemption
Touchyngthe aple | whiche in paradise
565 Adam ate of, by false suggestion
Of a serpent, to great confusion
Fyrst of hym-selfe, | nexte of all his
lyne,
Tyll Christis passyon 1 that was our
medycyne.
Agayne Adam the serpent was so
wode;
570 To staunche his venym was founde
none obstacle,
Tyll on the crosse Christ Jesu spende
his blode,
A medycyne, | bawme | and chyefe tri
acle,
Lycour of lycours, ! dystyllyng by my-
racle
From the cundytes of Christis woun-
des fyue
575 Man to restore ayen from deth to lyue.
Whose blessed passyon is our restaura
tyfe,
Helth and diffence of moste excellence,
To asswage the bolynge of our mor
tall stryfe,
Bawme imperyall agaynst fendes vio
lence,
580 The phylosophre celestiall queynt es
sence
To all welfare mankynde to restore,
Helpeth all sykenesses | whan leches
can no more,
Our leche, | ourypocras, | ourgostely
galyene,
Our samson called that venquisshed
the lyon,
585 Our myghty chapyon, the famous
stroge Achilles(!)
That bare vp heuen for our saluation,
Hye on the crosse makyngourraunson;
He that ye sawe, was the same man,
In your auision, that ouercame Sathan.
590 The multytude that abou(t)e hym
stoode
Were false iewes, | his deth imma
gynyng*
Of cursed malyce, | nayled hym to the
roode;
Lyst not receyue his gratious comyng,
Of theyr prophetes refused the wrytyng,
539) be fehlt, and blessid. 548) thyngc. 556) fro, 558) My lorde blesside he be myn. Christ
fehlt. 562 and by. avise. 565) ete. 568) ourc chef m. 572) trade. 574 Fro the conduytes. 576) resto-
ratyfle. 577) defence. 578) bulynge. 579) ageyne. 580) philosophres. 583) oure Galien oure
gostly Ypocars. 585) Atchelles. (1. Atlas.) 590) aboute.
