Full rather would I die again Than one drop of my mercy be found dry To save a soul e'erlastingly. And a King's word shall stand in stead. Mistrust thou never, man, for thy misdeed! The Magd'len mercy asked for her trespass; Mistrust thee never, man, for thy misdeed!1 A great number of carols, and verses of a kindred character, have been preserved in two manuscripts of the fifteenth century, both of which have been edited by Dr. T. Wright in two separate volumes. One of these poems is shown by internal evidence to have been composed about 1362, and many of them may have been preserved in memory a number of years before they were copied out in the collections referred to. It is well known how very ancient some of the carols are which are even to this day traditionally repeated in country places. A great number of those in this collection pass from the Nativity to the Crucifixion; and some, although headed by the Christmas greeting 'Nowel,' are entirely of the Passion. For example: 'Mary mother, come and see! His body's wounden all in woe. 1 Pieces of Ancient Poetry from Unpublished Manuscripts and Scarce Books, Bristol, 1814, p. 41: I bade the seche and I walde save. The MS. is in parts imperfect and illegible. When he this tale began to tell, But fast she hied her to that hill Where Jesus 'gan His blood to spill. Ah, my sweet Son, that art so dear, Sweet limbs to which I gave their rest, Dear Son of mine, say what is best?' ‘Woman, to John I thee betake; On rood I hang for many's sake. 'This part alone I needs must play ; There is no wight that go'th his way, Who of my pains the tale can say.'1 Among the carols of Henry the Sixth's time at latest, is the following curious legend for St. Stephen's Day : 1 Saint Stephen was a clerk in King Herod's hall, And served him of bread and cloth, as every king befall. 'I forsake thee, King Herod, and thy works all, 'What aileth thee, Stephen? what is thee befall? Songs and Carols from a MS. in the British Museum of the Fifteenth Century, ed. by T. Wright, No. xlv. : Mary moder, cum and se, 'Lacketh me neither meat nor drink in King Herod's hall; There is a child in Bethlehem born is better than we all.' 'What aileth thee, Stephen? art thou wode [mad], or 'ginnest to brede [brood]? Lacketh thee either gold or fee, or any rich weed?' 'Lacketh me neither gold nor fee, or any rich weed; There is a child in Bethlehem born, shall help us at our need.' 'That is all so sooth, Stephen, all so sooth, I wis, That word was not so soon said, that word in that hall, 'Rise up, my tormentors, by two, and all by one, And lead ye Stephen out of town, and stone him with stone.' Tooken they Stephen, and stoned him in the way; And therefore is his even on Christés own day.1 Of other carols of this century, I can only find room for a few extracts: As they came forth with their offering, They met with Herod, that moody king. 1 Songs and Carols, ed. by T. Wright, xliv.: 'Seynt Stevene was a clerk in kyng Herowdes halle.' When they camen into the place With gold, incense, and myrrh.1 In this time rose a star clear, Lord, and King and Emperoúr In this time, it is befall, He that died for us all, Born He was in asses stall Of Mary, that sweet flower. In this time camen three kings; On their knees with great honoúr. In this time, pray we To Him that died on the tree, On us have mercy and pity, And bring us all to His tower.2 'Nowel-el!' both old and ying, Listen, lordings, kind and dear, A song of mirth now may ye hear, How Christ our brother He would be. An angel from heaven was sent full snel [quick]. His errand he did do full snel; He set on knee, and said 'Ave.' And said he, ‘Mary, full of grace, 1 Songs and Carols, ed. by T. Wright, xxxix. : 'As they keme foryt with here offeryng.' 2 Id. xlvii. In this tyme ros a sterre cler.' 3 Id. lx.: 'Nowel, el, bothe eld and ying.' Welcome be thou, Heavenly King, Sweet Jesus is come to us, This good time of Christmas ; Hey now, now, now. The God almight and King of light, Give us of grace for to purchase Hey, etc. Where His angels and archangels With one accord serve we that Lord, The which hath sent by good assent, Lo, what kindness in our distress One of the most distinguished men among the many who were proud to call Chaucer Master,' was James I. of Scotland, the greatest of the ill-starred Stewart line -the best king who was ever a poet, and the best poet who was ever a king. . . He was by nature a soldier and statesman, and equally by nature a man of letters. 1 Songs and Carols, ed. by T. Wright, lxvii : Wolcum be thou, hevene kyng, 2 Id. Ix. 'Swet Jhesus is cum to us.' |