THE PEWTERERS AND
Maria, Josep volens dimittere eam, angelus eis loquens ut
transeant usque Bethtlem.
JOSEPH¶Of great mourning may I complain,
And walk full wearily by the way,
For unto now I best have been
At ease and rest by reason aye.
For I am of great eld
And weak and all unwield,
As each man see it may.
I may neither haste nor hide,
Either in frith or field.
For shame what shall I say,
That thusgates now in my old days
Has wedded a young wench to my wife,
And may not well stride over two straws?
Now, Lord, too long I lead this life.
My bones are heavy as lead
And may not stand in stead,
As known it is full rife.
Now, Lord, teach me and guide,
Or soon drive me to death;
Thou best may stint this strife.
For bitterly then may I ban
The way I in the Temple went;
It was to me a bad bargain;
For ruth I may it aye repent.
For therein was ordained
Unwedded men should stand
All assembled at assent,
And each one a dry wand
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Publication information: Book title: The York Cycle of Mystery Plays, a Complete Version. Contributors: J. S. Purvis - Author. Publisher: S.P.C.K.. Place of publication: London. Publication year: 1957. Page number: 86.
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