He cannot stint3817 of singing by the way.
Our firstë foe, the serpent Satanas,
That hath in Jewës’ heart his waspë’s nest,
Upswell’d and said, “O Hebrew people, alas!
Is this to you a thing that is honést,3818
That such a boy shall walken as him lest
In your despite, and sing of such senténce,
Which is against your lawë’s reverence?”
From thencëforth the Jewës have conspired
This innocent out of the world to chase;
A homicidë thereto have they hired,
That in an alley had a privy place,
And, as the child gan forth by for to pace,
This cursed Jew him hent,3819 and held him fast,
And cut his throat, and in a pit him cast.
I say that in a wardrobe3820 they him threw,
Where as the Jewës purged their entrail.
O cursed folk! O Herodës all new!
What may your evil intentë you avail?
Murder will out, certáin it will not fail,
And namely3821 where th’ honoúr of God shall spread;
The blood out crieth on your cursed deed.
O martyr souded3822 to virginity,
Now may’st thou sing, and follow ever-in-one3823
The whitë Lamb celestial (quoth she),
Of which the great Evangelist Saint John
In Patmos wrote, which saith that they that gon
Before this Lamb, and sing a song all new,
That never fleshly woman they ne knew.3824
This poorë widow waited all that night
After her little child, but he came not;
For which, as soon as it was dayë’s light,
With facë pale, in dread and busy thought,
She hath at school and ellëswhere him sought,
Till finally she gan so far espy,
That he was last seen in the Jewerý.
With mother’s pity in her breast enclosed,
She went, as she were half out of her mind,
To every placë, where she hath supposed
By likelihood her little child to find:
And ever on Christ’s mother meek and kind
She cried, and at the lastë thus she wrought,
Among the cursed Jewës she him sought.
She freined,3825 and she prayed piteously
To every Jew that dwelled in that place,
To tell her, if her childë went thereby;
They saidë, “Nay;” but Jesus of his grace
Gave in her thought, within a little space,
That in that place after her son she cried,
Where he was cast into a pit beside.
O greatë God, that pérformest thy laud
By mouth of innocents, lo here thy might!
This gem of chastity, this emeraud,3826
And eke of martyrdom the ruby bright,
Where he with throat y-carven3827 lay upright,
He Alma redemptoris gan to sing
So loud, that all the place began to ring.
The Christian folk, that through the streetë went,
In camë, for to wonder on this thing:
And hastily they for the provost sent.
He came anon withoutë tarrying,
And heried3828 Christ, that is of heaven king,
And eke his mother, honour of mankind;
And after that the Jewës let3829 he bind.
With torment, and with shameful death each one
The provost did3830 these Jewës for to sterve3831
That of this murder wist, and that anon;
He wouldë no such cursedness observe;3832
Evil shall have that evil will deserve;
Therefore with horses wild he did them draw,
And after that he hung them by the law.
The child, with piteous lamentatión,
Was taken up, singing his song alway:
And with honoúr and great processión,
They carry him unto the next abbay.
His mother swooning by the bierë lay;
Unnethës3833 might the people that were there
This newë Rachel bringë from his bier.
Upon his bierë lay this innocent
Before the altar while the massë last’;3834
And, after that, th’ abbót with his convént
Have sped them for to bury him full fast;
And when they holy water on him cast,
Yet spake this child, when sprinkled was the water,
And sang, O Alma redemptoris mater!
This abbot, which that was a holy man,
As monkës be, or ellës ought to be,
This youngë child to conjure he began,
And said; “O dearë child! I halsë3835 thee,
In virtue of the holy Trinity;
Tell me what is thy cause for to sing,
Since that thy throat is cut, to my seemíng.”
“My throat is cut unto my neckë-bone,”
Saidë this child, “and, as by way of kind,3836
I should have diëd, yea long time agone;
But Jesus Christ, as ye in bookës find,
Will that his glory last and be in mind;
And, for the worship3837 of his mother dear,
Yet may I sing O Alma loud and clear.
“This well3838 of mercy, Christë’s mother sweet,
I loved alway, after my conníng:3839
And when that I my lifë should forlete,3840
To me she came, and bade me for to sing
This anthem verily in my dying,
As ye have heard; and, when that I had sung,
Me thought she laid a grain upon my tongue.
“Wherefore I sing, and sing I must certáin,
In honour of that blissful maiden free,
Till from my tongue off taken is the grain.
And after that thus saidë she to me;
‘My little child, then will I fetchë thee,
When that the grain is from thy tonguë take:
Be not aghast,3841 I will thee not forsake.’ ”
This holy monk, this abbot him mean I,
His tongue out caught, and took away the grain;
And he gave up the ghost full softëly.
And when this abbot had this wonder seen,
His saltë tearës trickled down as rain:
And groff3842 he fell all flat upon the ground,
And still he lay, as he had been y-bound.
The convent3843 lay eke on the pavëment
Weeping, and herying3844 Christ’s mother dear.
And after that they rose, and forth they went,
And took away this martyr from his bier,
And in a tomb of marble stonës clear
Enclosed they his little body sweet;
Where he is now, God lene3845 us for to meet.
O youngë Hugh of Lincoln!3846 slain also
With cursed Jewës—as it is notáble,
For it is but a little while ago—
Pray eke for us, we sinful folk unstable,
That, of his mercy, God so merciáble3847
On us his greatë mercy multiply,
For reverence of his mother Marý.
