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IN Antioch fair Town Did Bishop Pambus dwell: A man of great renown, Eusebius doth tell. This pastor without peer Through all the land shew'd light: His clean life did declare Him Christs disciple right, For he was ay both night and day in godly exercise: Dayly preaching, and truely teaching, mine Author specifies. Great peace made he in land, And us'd much charity: The poor great kindness fand, And counsel good had he The enemy of man Knowing him so perfite, Him to envy began, His clean life do despite: And sought all things how he might b[ring] him from felicity: And found a wyle him to beguile, with lust and leachery. The fiend as I heard ween, Became a Lady bright. Whose like was never seen, So fair unto mens sight: Her hair like golden threed, Glad was her countenance: Her lips like roses red. Her eyes they gave a glance, Her rich array and beauty gay decor'd her passing wise: Perfume and myrrhe she had with h[er] and jewels great of price, Wsth garlands bravely wrought With gold of Arabia: Bracelets she wanted nought Were sought in stea[?] ally. As Pambus one a day, Even at his dinner sate, In likeness of a May, The fiend knockt at the gate, The porter slie most stubbornly opened with crabbed fear: But soon was he in extasie, such sight was never there. Seeing her so decor'd, Askt what she would direct Quoth she. go tell my Lord, A maid with him would speak Matters of importance, Which have my spirit pin'd: Pray his benevolence, Show me his godly mind, The porter past in at the last and told where she had been. Quoth he, my lord, I here record, such sight ye have not seen. At your gate stands alone: Ladie of beauties al! Whose like in earth is none. For manners virginal, She comes from far Countrie, Right sober one her feet. For your counsel, saith she. And things that vex her spirit. Quoth Pambus then bid thou her gang to kirk till We have dyn'd; And afternoon I shall right soon come there and hear her mind. The porter told her soon, To kirk she went alone? As he us'd afternoon, Pambus to kirk is gone, And after prayers fervent He rose, as I heard ween,
This Lady incontinent, Bowing down bade him good-even, And Pambus he right reverently, salutes this Lady gent: Then solitar familiar, they two a walking went. The Bishop gan to spear From whence or what she would, And she, as ye shall hear This fained tale hath told: In Spain, [?] I was born, And late come in this land: None knows his luck beforn, At fortunes chance I stand: My Father dear had not his peers Princes of this age: And hath not one but me alone, to brook his heritage, Though I down chastity, While I this life possess, Yet would my father marry me To Kings of great highness. I heard your godly life: Your counsel good and kind, And would no wayse be wife. Till first I heard your mind: Your good report caused me resort, even hither for your sake: Then to conclude, your counsel good: sir let me not fulake. Consider maid, quoth he, It stands not in your will To vow to chastity, Lest God grant grace theretill. For if ye vow and break, Better were conversation Chast marriage to elect For childrens procreation. Promise no way, except you for inconvenient: Better fulfil your fathers will, and thereto stand content. Quoth he, this is the best, In truth I do record, Therefore do as you list, Grant thanks: quoth she my Lordt Yet one thing ye shall trow, Kings have praised me, I love no man but you Nor yet shall till I die, Your life hath been ay just and clean, perfect and quiet kend; And you shall trust all carnall lust I hate to my lifes end, Kings of great parentage Do vassalage for my sake: But I'le refuse marriage, Would ye make me your maik. My birth nor high off spring, Shall me no wayes sobborn: I'le selve you in all thing, As I were beggar born: Then Pambus he in extasie, thought marvel what she meant: Her speech, her face, her goodly grac[e] o'rcame his good intent, Quoth he since love is free, And God hath love ordain'd, I'le love as well as ye: Keep faith, und be constant, The fiend was glad of this, And grew effeminate, Then she gave him a kiss: Temptation came with that, And Cupids dart piercing his heart in burning rage he sate. Through beauty gay of this fair May, his godly life forgate.
He said, come dine wish me, Tomorrow well talk more. I shall keep tryst, quoth she, Right glad they parted there, That night with languor spent, Next day their tryst was set, Ere Pambus to dine went, The fiend knockt at the gate. Then Pambus came to meet his Dame, with meikle mirth and joy: Before them all into the hall this lady did convoy. With many lovely kiss, And blyth love blinks between: Past to the hall by this, The boards were covered clean, The courses thick were brought, The fiend was first set syn, Except the grace wants nought Great store of spice and wine, Play harp and lute in concord sweea with melody great store: Ballads of love for their behove; which he us'd not before, But ere dinner was done, In midst of dalliance, They heard one knock right soon At Pambus gate by chance, The porter stubbornly Said with an awful cheer, Ye rape o're rude, quoth he, Ye wot not who is here, Then open'd he the gate boldly, and saw no more indeed But an old man was standing than, clade in a Pilgrims weed, He askt with reverence, What crave you in this sort? Quoth he, mine indigence Seeks of my Lord support, I beg for charity In honour of Gods glore For he of clemency, Hath given such men more. The porter thus, told good Pambus, quoth he, say him nay, The fiend soon heard, and grew afeard her beauties gan decay. For he had suspection It was was some heavenly send, To utter her illusion And cause her craft be kend, With leave, quoth she, my Lord, Go porter back again, Ask if he can record This question to you plain: What's marvelous and wondrous that God wrought in least bounds? This question round if he expound, his witt right far abounds. The porter came belyve, Asking as I have said, Quoth he I shall descrive Great works our God hath mada; In mans face great difference, And womens manifold. The shapes in discrepance Is wonderous to behold, The bounds so smal well wrought with: though men be native brother: The world about, seek ye throughout, in all things none like other. The porter came to hall, Told as the old man spake: The fiend grew feard withall, Her visage waxed black. The Bishop gan to spear, Wherefore she was on flought;
Quoth she, my coming here My body low hath brought, And now this rest doth me molest, this mea[?] and tender chear It vexeth me. Be blyth, quoth he. that will dissolve my dear. Go ye, quoth she, and spear, If he can right discern How far from heaven so clear To hell that pit intern; Is heaven or earth most high: These things if he define Perfect as they should be, He shall have entress sen: For Pilgrims all by their travel, have great intelligence; And best can tell manifest marvel, by their experience, The porter came again, Askt as he heard record; The old man grudged then. And said, what ails my Lord, He never wont, I wish. Hold poor men at the gate, Such questions to discuss, At dinner when he sate. Apparently he hath, said he Some strangers which ask thus, The porter then told the old man, a Lady beautious, Quoth hd then dare I say, She is the fiend so slie, To tempt if that she may, My lord with leacherie, She seeks him to destroy, Since his minority, To bring him from that joy, Which once he hopes to see Such things her sell can lightly tell [?]e needs not ask I ween, For why she fell from heaven to hel and knows how farr between. And where she bids you spear, Is heaven or earth most hie: The earth is highest there Through Christs humanity, Christ clad with our linage, Which is of earth most even, Left us hir his spirit in pledge, And he surmounteh heaven. The porter came and told the same, right as the man reply'd, The fiend shook sore and might no. more these heavenly news abide Then wax'd she vile and horrible, Her face right fiend like grew With smoake most poysonable, Out through the window flew, Then Pambus fell with dread On knees with tears most huge, Thanking his God with speed, In time that sent refuge. Saying, O Lord, true is thy word, thou leavest none in distress Who hope to see thy kind mercy: Such is thy great goodness. Then for the man he sent, To cause him come and dine: But he his way had went. They could no[t] find him syn: But knew assuredlie Is was some wight divine, Come in necessity, To see he should not pine, I leave Pambus now weeping thus for his sin sore offended: To God therefore be laus and glore, and so my song is ended.
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