Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (1863–1944). The Oxford Book of Ballads. 1910.
9898. St. Stephen and King Herod
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In King Herod’s hall,
And servéd him of bread and cloth
As every king befall.
Stephen out of kitchen came
With boar’s head on hand,
He saw a star was fair and bright
Over Bethlehem stand.
He cast adown the boar’s head
And went into the hall:
‘I forsake thee, Herod,
And thy workés all.
‘I forsake thee, King Herod,
And thy workés all,
There is a child in Bethlehem born
Is better than we all.’—
‘What aileth thee, Stephen?
What is thee befall?
Lacketh thee either meat or drink
In King Herod’s hall?’—
‘Lacketh me neither meat ne drink
In King Herod’s hall;
There is a child in Bethlehem born
Is better than we all.’—
‘What aileth thee, Stephen?
Art wode or ’ginnest to brede?
Lacketh thee either gold or fee,
Or any rich weed?’—
‘Lacketh me neither gold ne fee
Ne none rich weed;
There is a child in Bethlehem born
Shall helpen us at our need.’—
‘That is all so sooth, Stephen,
All so sooth, I-wys,
As this capon crowé shall
That li’th here in my dish.’
That word was not so soon said,
That word in that hall,
The capon crew Christus natus est
Among the lordés all.
‘Risit up, my tormentors,
By two and all by one,
And leadit Stephen out of this town,
And stonit him with stone.’
Tooken they Stephen
And stoned him in the way;
And therefore is his even
On Christe’s own day.
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