¶ Here beginneth the new Notborune maid vpon the passion of christ depiction of the crucifixion of Christ with Longinus, the Virgin, and St. John right and no wrong It is among that I of man complain Affyrmynge this Howe that it is A labour spent in vain To love him well For never adell He will me love again Forthough that I Me sore apply His fauer to attain Yet yf that shrew To him pursue That cleped is satan him to convert Sone from his heart I am a banished man. ¶ Maria the maid. ¶ I say not nay both night and day sweet son as ye haue said Man is unkind His faithful mind In maner is half decayed But never the less Through cyghtwysenes They rwith be not apaid yet mercy true must continue And not a parte be laid sith ye for love Came from a boue from your father in throne. Of loving mind To ward mankind To die for him alone. ¶ Iesus. ¶ Than ye and I Mother marye Let us despute in fear. right heartily/ I you supply your reason let me here. With man unkind Hath never mind Of me that bought him dere If his folly should haue mercy against all right it were I am by right The king of light For man my blood out ran Ye know a parte Yet from his heart I am a banished man. ¶ Maria. Here in your will For to fulfil I will not sone refuse. To say the truth More is it ruth I cannot man excuse. To his own shane He is to blame His life so to measure. Yet though rygoure Without favour Woldehym theyrfore accuse. Mercy I pleate That is more great Than rygoure ten to one. sith of good mind To ward mankind Ye dyed for him alone. ¶ Iesus. ¶ The cause stood so such deeds were do wherefore much harm dyde grow. Tho man and I Came for to die A shameful death ye know. Vpon a three To make him free This love I dyde him show Yet to my lawe For love norawe He will not bend nor bow. Thus my dere mother For man my brother Let me do what I can. him to convert Yet from his heart I am a banished man ¶ Maria. ¶ O lord of bliss remember this Howe mannes myrde is like the mone Is variable frail/ and unstable At morrow/ night/& noon. Though he unkind Haue not in mind What ye for him haue done. Yet haue compassion Of our salvation Forsake not man so soon. A while him spare He shall prepare himself to you anon. With heart and mind loving and kind To serve but you alone. Iesus. ¶ I can believe He shall remove His sin a day or twain. But little space That god of grace will in his heart remain. It shall astake And he will take His old usage a gain. So from his thought I that him bought Shall be expoulsed plain. Thus will he do sweet motherloo hold ye all that ye can. Vpon his parte yet from his heart I am a banished man. Maria. ¶ sweet son sith ye To make him fre would die of your good mind. Your heart sovereign cloven in twain By amongs the blind. And all was done That man alone should not be left behind. Your goodness ever doth styllperseuer Though he haue ben unkind What is offendyd shall be amended Ye shall persayue anon. He shall be kind yielding his mind And love to you alone. Iesus. ¶ Matter in dede My sides dyde bleed For man right as ye say. Yet young and old He never wolde unto my laws obey. But to fulfil His wanton will Wrenchynchynge from me alway from his delight By day or night He will make no delay Lo mother he Refuseth me And turneth him to satan Thus from his thought I that him bought Am made the banished man. Maria. ¶ both old and young He hath done wrong I grant sone to the same Rowynge at large In Sathans barge Empayryng his good name sith ye him love A great reprove It is to him& shane I do confess By ryghtwysenes He is greatly to blame But I commence Afore clemence For man mine action Let rigour rest Mercy can beste Determyn this alone. Iesus. ¶ consider now sweet mother howe Man is a wild outlawe sinneth a bought In every rout working against my lawe And yf the devil tempt him to evil Theyrto sone will he draw And all mischief is to him lief without love orawe To me or you Though for his prowe ye do to all yecan when all is sought quiet from his thought I am a banished man. Maria. Though as ye say He disobaye Your commaundemet and lore yet yf love make him to forsake His sin/& weep therfore with full contrition For his transgression His heart oppressynge sore contrite and meek As Dauyd speak what ask ye of him more My son/ my lord your prophytes word I pray you think vpon And ye shall finde Man meek and kind To serve but you alone. Iesus. ¶ My heart& maw To rent& draw And me with oaths tobynde Cheseth not he Grace or pity In him can I none finde The cruel Iewes were to me shrews But he is more unkind sith for his prowe He knoweth well howe I dyde of loving mind Of me each member He do the remember with oaths all that he can Thus oft I finde Me in his mind But elles a banished man. ¶ Maria. ¶ Full well know ye A yenst thyes three Man feeble is to fight The devil/ his flesh/ The world all fresh provoke him day and night To sue their trace which in each case Is wrong and never right That thine stabylyte Of his fragility Ayensty them hath no myhgt Though man that frail is swear arms/ and nales Brane/ blood/ sides/ passion sweet son regard Your pāynēs hard ye dyded for him alone. ¶ Iesus. ¶ Now for mannes need Sith I wolde bleed And great anguish sustain In stony ways Both nights and dayes Walkyngein frost/ and rain In clode/ and heat In dry/ and wete My feet were bare both twain Though I for love To mannes behove Endured all this pain That I therfore should spare the more No reason finde ye can Rather I should More straight him hold And as a banished man Maria. ¶ yet my son dere I pray you here what time poure reason is Mannes soul to cure ye dyde endure much pain/ I know well this To man all vain should be your pain If he were put to bliss For plain remission Is my pet ycyon Where man hath wrought amiss ye be his leech I you beseech To saulue his fores eachone That he unkind May change his mind And serve but you alone. Iesus. ¶ hither or theder He careth not whither He go him to incline To wyckydnesse From all goodness He daily do the decline In cards and dice He compteth no vice Nor sitting at the wine To fight and swear To rent and tere A sondre me and mine Lo thus he doth To make me wroth The worst he may or can And I am twynde Out of his mind right as a banished man. Maria. ¶ My dere son dere sith ye the clear fountain of mercy b● Though man be frail He may not fail To finde in you pity He will I trust from worldly lust turn his sweet soul to me And in short space So stand in grace That I his soul shall se To bliss assende That hath none end There to remain as one That hath ben kind And set his mind Toserue but you alone. Iesus. ¶ Man grieveth me sore For lasse nor more will he wons do for me Ones in a year A good prayer He saith not on his knee The poure may stand With empty hand For alms their will none be both day and night He flieth the right But folly he will not fle His proper will For to fulfil He doth all that he can But from his thought I that him bohght Am ever a banished man ¶ Maria. ¶ If man for you Nor his own prow will to no grace procede Mercy or grace A fore your face He none deserveth in dede But I your mother For man your brother Make instance in his need Though he deserve To brynne/ and starve In the infernal glede Spare him for me And ye shall se That he shall turn anon from his folly Incessantly To serve but you alone. Iesus. ¶ why should I so Nay let him go My dere mother mary sith his delight Is to be light And deal so vnkyndly For you nor me He will not flee From vice/ nor him apply My words to here That bought him dere On cross anguyously both young and old He hath ben bold To grieve me that he can But my precept Was ever vnkept And I a banished man. Maria. ¶ For ruth& dread mine heart doth bleed Man in no wife wylbe By reason said Nor yet apaid From his offence to flee For though that I For remedy Do all that lieth in me To haue him cured yet so endured withsynne& vice is he That to be short what I exhort Not herde is/ yet anon I trust he shall Make well his thrall And serve but you alone. Iesus. ¶ So rude and wild And so defiled Is he/ paste shane& dread That to what lawe He should him draw He scarcely knoweth in dede yet better were For him to lore Some virtue/& procede To grace than say Another day Alas my wicked dede hath me betrayed Lo thus good maid The daughter of saint Anne. Man hate exylede from him your child right as a banished man. Maria. ¶ when all to all Shall come/ he shall I trust from vice abrayed And fle theyrfroo which hath him so Encombered& arrayed He shall repel Sathans council That oft hath him betrayed With full compounctyon To take thy injunction That shal be to him laid Of hard penance And him advance To seek remission Full reconciled To you my child Te serve but you alone Iesus. ¶ My commandment never content His highness for to allow His Irous brayde will not be laid For me nor yet for you mine yerte to tear He hath no fear But dare it well avow pride with him goeth In heart& cloth How say ye mother now Hy thinketh great ease Me to displease By all the means he can But when my will He should fulfil I am a banished man. Maria. son though mannes blood Be wild and wode frail as a fadyng floure regarding nought How ye him bought Out of the fiends power With heartily mind ever inclined To be a transgressoure against your lawe And though he draw himself to sin each hour ye may not so His soul for go sith ye sitting in throne Wolde for his love Come from above To die for him alone. Iesus. ¶ Mother your love I se the prove To man is kind& true To haue his life Brought out of strife kindly for him ye sue And yf he would His vices old Forsake& take virtue I wolde for ruth seeing the truth And love that ye him show grant him remission Vpon condition That he forsake satan That I may finde Me in his mind And as no banished man Maria. ¶ son your petye And charytye Was well perceived& sene when your pleasure Was to endure To lie my sides between nine months/ and than Be born as man And to bring him from tene In grave be laid And me your maid To make of heaven queen And condestende Thus at the end To grant man your pardon At my request wherefore should rest great laud to you alone Iesus. ¶ The poor at need To cloth and feed Parte of his rent& wage He must bestow Rememberynge howe All came of one lineage forsaking sin He may me win And to mine heritage I shall him take His soul to make My spouse in marriage For to persever With me forever With joy she may say than That she hath won A kings son And not a banished man. ¶ The translator. ¶ regard and se O man to the God is much favourable eschew thou than Reprefe no man Beware by deeds damnable In any wise ever despise satan the deceivable Thy soul beware Out of his snare never be found unstable Perseuerauntly Reason apply justly let all be done endless solace Shall he purchase That serveth but god alone. ¶ Thus endeth the book of the new Notbrowne maid vpon the passion of christ imprinted at London by Iohn Skot dwellyuge in Foster lane within saint Leonardes perish.