The Judgement Day

The Forty-Eighth and Final Play
of the York Cycle of Mystery Plays

1 God First when I this world had wrought,
Wood and wind and waters wan,
And everything that now is aught
Full well methought that I did then.
When they were made, good me them thought
Since to my likeness made I man,
And man to grieve me gave he nought,
Therefore I rue that I the world began.
 
2 When I had made man at my will,
I gave him wits himself to wis,
In paradise I put him till,
And bade him hold it all as his
But of the tree of good and ill,
I said, 'what time thou eatest of this,
Man, thou speedest thyself to spill,
Thou art brought out of all bliss.'

 
3 At once broke man my bidding,
He would have been a god thereby,
He would have wisdom of everything,
In world to have been as wise as I.
He ate the apple I bade should hang,
Thus was he beguiled through gluttony,
And so both him and his offspring,
To pine I put them all thereby.
 
4 Till long and late methought it good,
To catch these caitiffs out of care,
I sent my son with full blithe mood
To earth, to salve them of their sore.
For ruth of them he rest on rood,
And bought them with his body bare,
For them he shed his heart and blood,
What kindness might I do them more?
 
5 Then afterward he harried hell,
And took out those wretches that were therein.
There fought them free with fiends fell
For them that were sunken for sin.
Since in earth he went to dwell,
Example he gave them heaven to win,
In temple himself to teach and tell,
To buy them bliss that never may dim.
 
6 Since have they found me full of mercy,
Full of grace and forgiveness,
And they all wretches, wilfully,
Have led their life loathsomeness.
Oft have they grieved me grievously,
Thus have they quit me my kindness,
Therefore no longer, certainly,
Endure will I their wickedness.
 
7 Men see the world but vanity,
Yet will no man beware thereby,
Each day their mirror may they see,
Yet think they not that they shall die.
All that ever I said should be
Is now fulfilled thiough prophecy,
Therefore now is it time to me
To make ending of man's folly.
 
8 I have borne mankind many a year,
In lust and liking for to lend,
And hardly find I far or near
A man that will his miss amend.
In earth I see but sinners sear,
Therefore mine angels will I send
To blow their beams, that all may hear
The time is come I will make end.
 
9 Angels! blow your beams below!
Every creature for to call,
Lurid and loud, both man and wife,
Receive this day their doom they shall.
Everyone that ever had life,
Be none forgotten, great nor small.
There shall they see the wounds five
That my son suffered for them all.
 
10 And sunder them before my sight
All same in bliss shall they not be,
My blessed children, as I have might
On my right hand I shall them see:
Soon shall every wearied wight
On my left hand side for fearing flee.
This day their dooms thus have I dight
To every man as he hath served me.
 
11 First Angel Loved be thou, lord of might the most,
That angel made to messenger,
Thy will shall be fulfilled in haste,
That heaven and earth and hell shall here.
Good and ill alike aghast,
Rise and fetch your flesh that was your fear,
For all this world is brought to waste,
Draw to your doom, approaching near.
 
12 Second Angel Every creature, both old and young,
At once I bid you that you rise,
Body and soul with you ye bring,
And come before the high justice.
For I am sent from heaven's king
To call you to this great assize.
Therefore rise up and give reckoning,
How ye him served in every wise.
 
13 First Good Soul Loved be thou Lord, that is so sheen,
That in this manner made us to rise,
Body and soul together, clean,
To come before the high justice.
Of our ill deeds, lord, though not mean,
That we have wrought upon sore wise,
But grant us for thy grace benign
That we may come to paradise.
 
14 Second Good Soul Ah! loved be thou, lord of all!
That heaven and earth and all has wrought.
That with thine angels would us call,
Out of our graves hither to be brought.
Oft have we grieved thee, great and small,
Thereafter lord thou deem us nought!
Nor suffer us never to fiends to be thrall,
That oft in earth with sin us sought.
 
15 First Bad Soul Alas! alas! that we were born,
So may we sinful caitiffs say,
I hear well by this hideous horn
It draws full near to doomsday.
Alas! we wretches that are forlorn,
That never yet served God to pay,
But oft we have his flesh forsworn,
Alas! alas! and welaway.
 
16 What shall we wretches do for dread,
Or where for fearing may we flee?
When we may bring forth no good deed,
Before him that our judge shall be.
To ask for mercy is no need,
For well I wot damned be we,
Alas! that we such life should lead,
That dight us has this destiny.
 
11 Our wicked works will us betray,
That we did never should have been done,
That we did oft full privily,
Apparent may we see them written.
Alas! wretches, dear must we buy,
Full smart with hellfire be we smitten,
Now may never soul nor body die,
But with wicked pains evermore be beaten.
 
18 Alas! for dread sore may we quake,
Our deeds be our damnation,
For our mismoving must we make,
No help is here in excusation.
We must be set for our sins' sake
For ever far from our salvation,
In hell to dwell with fiends black,
Where never shall be redemption.
 
19 Second Bad Soul All careful captives may we rise,
Sore may we wring our hands and weep,
For cursedhess and covetise,
Damned be we to hell full deep.
Thought we never of god's service,
His commandments would we not keep,
But oft then made we sacrifice,
To Satanas, when others sleep.
 
20 Alas! now wakens all our care,
Our wicked works may we not hide,
But on our backs us must them bear,
They us betray on every side.
I see foul fiends that make us fear,
And all for pomp of wicked pride,
Weep we may with many a tear,
Alas! that we this day should bide.
 
21 Before us plainly be forth brought
The deeds that us shall damn today,
That ears have heard, or heart has thought
From any time that we may say6
That foot has gone qr hand has wrought,
That mouth has spoken or eye has seen,
This day full dear then will be bought.
Alas! unborn that we had been.
 
22 Third Angel Stand not together, part you in two,
All same shall ye not be in bliss,
My father of heaven wills it be so,
For many of you has wrought amiss
The good on his right hand ye go,
The way to heaven he will you wiss;
Ye wearied wights, ye flee him fro,
On his left hand as none of his.
 
23 God (the Son) This woeful world is brought to end,
My father of heaven he wills it be,
Therefore to earth now will I wend,
Myself to sit in majesty.
To deem my dooms I will descend,
This body will I bear with me,
How it was dight, man's miss to mend,
All mankind there shall it see.
 
24 Apostles and my darlings dear,
The dreadful doom this day is dight,
Both heaven and earth and hell shall hear,
How I shall hold what I have plight,
That ye shall sit on seats here,
Beside myself to see that sight
And for to deem folk far or near,
After their working, wrong or right.
 
25 I said also when I you sent
To suffer sorrow for my sake,
All they that would them right repent
Should with you wend and victors wake;
But to your tales who took no tent,
Should fare to fire with fiends black,
Of mercy now may nought be meant,
But after working, wealth or wrack.
 
26 My promise whole shall I fulfil.
Therefore come forth and sit me by
to hear the doom of good and ill.
First Apostle I love thee, lord god almighty,
Late and present, loud and still,
To do thy bidding fain am I,
I oblige me to do thy will,
With all my might, as is worthy.
 
27 Second Apostle Ah! mighty god, here is it seen,
Thou will fulfil thy promise right,
And all thy saws thou will maintain;
I love thee, lord, with all my might.
Therefore us that has earthly been,
Such dignities has dressed and dight.
God Come forth, I Shall sit you between,
And all fulfil that I have plight.
 
(Here he goes to the Judgment seat with a song of angels)
 
28 First Devil Fellows, array us for to fight
And go we fast our fee to fang,
The dreadful doom this day is dight,
I dread me that we dwell full long.
Second Devil We shall be seen ever in their sight
So wary wait, else work we wrong,
For if the doomsman do us right
Full great party with us shall gang.
 
29 Third Devil He shall do right to foe and friend,
For now shall all the truth be sought
All wearied wights with us shall wend,
To pain endless they shall be brought.
 
30 God Every creature, take intent,
What bodeword I to you bring,
This woeful world away is went
And I am come as crowned king.
My father of heaven, he has me sent,
To deem your deeds and make ending,
Come is the day of judgment,
Of sorrow may every sinner sing.
 
31 The day is come of caitiffness,
All them to grieve that are unclean,
The day of bale and bitterness,
Full long abiding has it been,
The day of dread to more and less,
Of care, of trembling and of teen.
That every wight that wearied is
May say, alas! this day is seen!
 
32 Here may ye see my wounds wide,
The which I bore for your misdeed,
Through heart and head, foot, hand, and hide,
Not for my guilt, but for your need.
Behold both body, back, and side,
How dear I bought your brotherhead.
These bitter pains I would abide
To buy you bliss, thus would I bleed.
 
33 My body was scourged without skill,
As thief full sorely was I threat,
On cross they hanged me on a hill,
Bloody and blue, as I was beat
With crown of thorn thrust on full ill,
This wear into my side was set,
My heart blood spared not they for to spill,
Man for thy love would I not let
 
34 The Jews spit on me spitefully,
They spared me no more than a thief,
When they me struck I stood full stilly,
Against them did I nothing grieve.
Behold mankind, this same is I,
That for thee suffered such mischief,
Thus was I dight for thy folly,
Man, look they life was to me full lief.
 
35 Thus was I dight thy sorrow to slake,
Man, thus behoved ye to grateful be,
In all my woe took I no reck,
My will it was for the love of thee.
Man, sore ought ye for to quake,
This dreadful day this sight to see.
All this I suffered for thy sake,
Say man, what suffered thou for me?
 
36 My blessed children on my right hand,
Your doom this day ye need not dread,
For all your comfort is command,
Your life in liking shall ye lead.
Come to the kingdom everlasting,
That you are given for your good deed,
Full blithe may ye be where ye stand,
For much in heaven shall be your meed.
 
37 When I was hungry ye me fed,
To slake my thirst your heart was free.
When I was clotheless ye me clad,
Ye would no sorrow upon me see.
In hard prison when I was stead,
Of my pains ye had pity,
Full sick when I was brought in bed
Kindly ye come to comfort me.
 
38 When I was weak and weariest
Ye harboured me full heartily,
Full glad then were ye of your guest,
And helped my poverty piteously.
At once ye brought me of the best,
And made my bed full easily:
Therefore in heaven shall be your rest,
In joy and bliss to be me by.
 
39 First Good Soul When had we, lord, that all has wrought,
Meat and drink ye with to feed?
Since we in earth had never nought
But through the grace of thy godhead.
Second Good Soul When was't that we ye clothes brought,
Or visit ye in any need?
Or in thy sickness we thee sought
Lord, when did we to thee this dead?
 
40 God My blessed children, I shall you say,
What time this deed to me was done,
When any that need had, night or day,
Asked your help and hed it soon.
Your free hearts said them never nay,
Early nor late, midnight nor noon,
But whenever as they would pray
Had but to ask to have their boon.
 
41 Ye curseel caitiffs of Cain's kin,
That never me comfort in my care,
I and ye for ever will twin,
In dole to dwell for evermore;
Your bitter bales shall never shrink,
That ye shall have when ye come there.
Thus are you served for your sin,
For dreadful deeds you did of yore.
 
42 When I had need of meat and drink,
Caitiffs, ye drove me from your gate,
When you were set as sirs on bench,
I stood without, weary and wet,
Was none of you would on me think
Pity to have of my poor state;
Therefore to hell I shall you sink
Well are ye worthy to go that gate.
 
43 When I was sick and sorriest,
Ye visited not, for I was poor,
In prison fast when I was held,
Was none of you looked how I did fare.
When I knew not where to rest,
With blows ye beat me from your door,
But ever to pride then were ye pressed,
My flesh, my blood oft ye forswore.
 
44 Clotheless when I was oft, and cold,
For need of you I went full naked,
House nor harbour, help nor hold,
Had I none of you. though I quaked.
My mischief saw you manifold,
Was none of you my sorrow slaked,
But ever forsook me, young and old,
Therefore shall ye now be forsake.
 
45 First Bad Soul When had thou, lord that all things has,
Hunger or thirst? since thou god is,
When was thou in prison was,
When was thou naked or harbourless?
Second Bad Soul When was it we saw thee sick, alas!
When did we thee this unkindness,
Weary or wet to let thee pass,
When did we thee this wickedness?
 
46 God Caitiffs, as oft as it betide
The needful aught asked in my name,
Ye heard them not, your ears you hid,
Your help to them was not at home.
To me was that unkindness did,
Therefore bear this bitter blame,
To least or most when ye it did,
To me ye did the self and the same.
 
47 My chosen children, come unto me,
With me to win now shall ye wend,
There joy and bliss shall ever be,
Your life in liking shall ye spend,
Ye curseel caitiffs, from me flee,
In hell to dwell without an end,
There ye shall never but sorrow see
And sit by Satanas the fiend.
 
48 Now is fulfilled all my forethought,
For ended is all earthly thing.
All wordly wights that I have wrought,
After their works have now winning,
They that would sin and ceased not,
Or sorrows sore now shall they sing,
And they that mended them whilst they might,
Shall live and bide in my blessing.
 
(And so he makes an end with a melody of angels
passing from place to place.)
 
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York Festival & Mystery Plays 1976 President HRH The Duchess of Kent
 
 
The Judgement Day
 
The Forty-eighth and Final play of the York Cycle of Mystery Plays performed on a Pageant Waggon in the streets of York during the York Festival, 1976
 
Players:
God the Father Andrew Rogerson
God the Son Paul Copley
Angels Johnathan Appleby, Jonathan BoatfieId, Grant Coupland,
Neil Little, Kenneth Mounter, Anthony Rogan
Apostles John Cornish, Paul Sedgwick
Good Souls David Dickson, Andrew Tagg
Bad Souls Jeremy Lax, Nicolas Major
Devils John Moran, Gavin Tate, Robert Whitaker
Attendants Pupils of Archbishop Holgate's School, including, as understudies, Seamus O'FarreII,
John Pattison, David Ramsden, Brian Stephenson
 
The Play produced by Keith Daggett
Setting designed by the Producer, Stewart Lack and Alan Taylor
Setting constructed by Alan Taylor, assisted principally by
Jeremy Benn, John Brownbridge, Gregory Pink, David Rose
and Robert Whitaker
Scaffolding by Contract Services Yorkshire Ltd.
Banners painted by Stephen Cowell, Michael Hawley and
Stephen Oakes
Music by Robert Bunting and performed by members of the
school orchestra
Costumes from the Festival Wardrobe, Wardrobe Mistress
Barbara Painter