The Drapers Playe

Incipit fagina secunda, qualiter Deus creavit mundum, et dicat Jesus:


God
Ego sum alpha et o, primus et novissimus.
I God, moste in magistie,
In whom begininge non maye be,
Endles alsoe, moste of postie,
I am and have bene ever.
Now heaven and earth is made through me;
The earth is voyde onlye I see,
Therfore lighte for more lee,
Through my mighte, I will liver.
At my byddinge made be lighte!
Lighte is good I see in sighte,
Tweyned shalbe through my might
The lighte from the sternes.
Lighte Daye I wilbe called aye,
And the sternes Nighte as T saie.
This morne and evine the firste daye
Is made full and expresse;
Nowe will I make the firmamente,
In medeste of the watters to be lente,
For to be a devidente
To twayne the watters aye.
Above the welckine, beneth also,
And Heaven yt shalbe called thoo.
Tims comen is morne and even also
Of the secounde daye.
Nowe will I watteres everye ichone
That under heaven bene greate one,
That the gather into one,
And drynes sone them shewe;
The drynes Earth men shall call;
The gaitheringe of the watters all,
Seas to man have the shall;
Therby men shall them knowe.
I will one earth that erbes springe,
Ich one in kinde seede geivinge,
Treeyes diveres frutes fourth bringe
After their kinde ichone;
The seede of which aye shalbe
Within the frute of ich tree.
[This] morne and even of daies three
[Is bouth cojmen and gone.
Nowe will I make, through my [mighte,]
Lightninge in the welcken brighte,
To tweyne the daie from the nighte,
And lighten the earth with lee.
Greate lightes I will towe,
The sonne and eke the moone also;
The sonne for daye to serve for oo,
The moone for nighte to be;
Starres alsoe through myne intente
I will make one the firmamente,
The earth to lighten their the be lente,
And knowen maye be their by;
Courses of planittes nothinge amisse.
Nowe see I this worcke good, i-wysse;
This morninge and even bouth made is
The fourth daye fullye.
Nowe will I in matter fishe fourth bringe,
Foules in the firmamente flyeinge,
Greate whalles in the sea sweminge:
All make I with a thoughte,
Beastes, fowles, frute, stonne, and tree.
Thes worckes are good, well I see,
Therfore to blesse all well liketh me
This worcke that I have wroughte.
All beastes I bydde you multiplie,
In earth, in watter, by and bye,
And fowles in the eare to flye
The earth to fulfill.
Thus morne and even, through my mighte,
Of the fifte day and the nighte,
Is made and ended well and righte,
All at myne owine will.
Nowe will I one earth bringe fourth anon
All helplye beastes everye ichone,
That creepeth, flyne, or gone,
Ichone in his kinde;
Nowe this is done at my byddinge,
Beastes goinge, flyeinge, and creepinge,
And all my worcke at my likinge
Fullye nowe I fynde.

Then God goinge from the place wher he was, comethe to the place wher he createth Adam.


God
Nowe heaven and earth is made ex[presse,]
Make we man to our licknes;
Fyshe, fowle, more and lesse,
To mayster he shall have mighte.
To our shape nowe make I thee;
Man and woman, I will ther be,
Growe and multiplie shall ye,
And fulfill the earth with heighte;
To helpe thee thou shalt have heare
Erbes, treeyes, frute, seede in feare,
All shalbe put in thy power,
And beastes eke also,
All that in earth bene livinge,
Fowles in the ayer flyeinge,
And all that ghoste hath and likinge,
To susteyne you from woo.
Nowe this is donne, I see arighte,
And all thinges made through my mighte,
The seixte daye, heare in my sighte,
Is made all of the beste.
Heaven and earth is wroughte all with wyne,
And all that neddes to be theirin:
To morowe the seventh daye I will solempe,
And of worcke take my reste.
But this man that I have made,
With ghoste of life I will hym gladde.
Heare Adam rissinge, and God saith:
God
Rise upp, Addam, rise up, rise,
A man full of soule and life,
And come with me to Parradise,
A place of daintye and delighte.
But yt is good that thou be wise:
Bringe not thy selfe in striffe.

Then the Creator bringeth Adam into Paradice, before the tree Mynstrilles of knowledge, and saith: playinge.


God
Heare, Adam, I geve thee this place,
Thee to comforte and solace,
[To] kepe yt well while thou it haste,
[And] done as I thee saye.
Of all treeyes that bene hearepn]
Thou shalte eate and nothinge synne,
But of this treeye for wayle nor wyne
Thou eate by noe waye.
What tyme thou eateste of this tree,
Death thee behoves, beleeve thou me;
Therfore, this frute I will thou fley,
And be thou not towe boulde.
Beastes and fowles that thou maye see,
To thee obediente shall the be;
What name the be geiven by thee,
That name the shall houlde.

Then God taketh Adam by hande, and causeth hym to lye downe, and taketh a reibe out of his sydde, and saieth:


God
It ys not good man onlye to be;
Helpe to hym nowe make we,
But excesse sleepe behoves me
To make one this man heare;
One sleepe thou arte nowe, well I see,
Heare a bonne I take of thee,
And fleshe also, with harte freey,
To make thee a fere.

Then God douthe make the woman of the ribbe of Adam; then Adam, wakinge, sayth to God:


Adam
O, Lorde, wher have I longe bene?
For seithen I slepte, moch have I seene,
Woundcr that withouten wene
Heare after shalbc wiste.
God
Rise up, Adam, and a wake;
Heare have I formed thee a make:
Her to thee thou shalte take,
And name her as thy leiste.

Heare Adam risinge up, saith:


Adam
I see well, Lorde, through thy grace,
Bone of my bones thou her mase,
And fleshe of my fleshe shee hase,
And my shape through thy sawe:
Therfore shee shalbe called, I wisse,
Virragoo nothinge amisse;
For out of man tacken shee is,
And to man she shall drawe.
Of earth thou madeste firste me,
Bouth bone and fleshe nowe I see;
Thou haste her geven through her postie
Of that I in me hade.
Therfore man kindlye shall forsake
Father and mother, and to wife take,
Towe in one flesh, as thou can make
Either other for to gladde.

Then Adam and Eve shall stande nackede, and shall not be ashamed: then the serpente shall come up out of a hole, and the devill, walkhige, shall saye:


Demon
Out, owte! what sorowe is this!
That I have loste soe moche blesse:
For ones I thoughte to doe amisse,
Out of heaven I fell.
The brighteste angell I was, or this,
That ever was or vett is:
But pride caste me downe, I wysse,
From heaven righte downe to hell.
[Ghosjtlye Parradise I was in,
[But the]nse I fell through synne.
Of earthly Parradise nowe, as I wene,
A man is geven maisterye.
By Belsabube I will never blyne,
Tell I maye make hym by some gynne
From that place for to twayne,
And treasspas as did I.
Shoulde such a caitiffe made of claye
Have suche blesse? naye, be my laye!
For I shall teach his wife a playe,
And I maye have a wyle.
For her to deceve I hope I maye,
And through her bringe them bouth awaye;
For shee will doe as I her saie,
Her hope I wil begile.
That woman is forbydden to doe,
For anye thinge the will thertowe;
Therfore that tree shall shee com towe,
And assaye which yt is.
Dighte me I will anon tytte,
And proffer her of that same frute,
So shall the bouth for her delighte
Be banished of that valleye.
An manner of an edder is in this place,
That winges like a birde shee hase;
Feete as an edder, a medens face,
Her kinde I will take;
And of the tree of Parradice
She shall eate through my countise.
For wemen the be full liccoris,
That will she not forsake.
And eate shee of yt, full witterlye,
The shall fare bouth as did I,
Be banished bouth of that vallye,
And her ofspringe for aye;
Therfore, as brocke I my pane,
The edders cotte I will putte one,
And into Parradise I will gone,
As faste as ever I maye.

Superius volucris penna, serpens pede, forma puella.


Serpence
Woman, why was God soe nise
To byde you leve for youer delite,
And of iche treey in Parradice
To forsake the meate?
Eva
Naye, of the frute of iche treey,
For to eate good leeve have we,
Save the frute of one we muste fleye,
Of yt maye we not eate:
This treeye that heare in the mideste is,
Eate we of yt we doe amysse;
God sayde we shoulde dye, i-wisse,
And yf we touch that tree.
Serpens
Woman, I saye, leeve not this,
For yt shall you not lose the blesse,
Nor noe joye that is his,
But be as wise as he:
God is subtilte and wise of witte,
And wotte you well when ye eate yt,
Then youer eyes shalbe unknitte,
Like godes you shalbe,
And knowe bouth good and evell alsoe.
Therfore he warned you therfroo,
You maye well wytte he was youer foe.
Therfore doe after me.
Take of this frute, and assaye:
It is good meate, I dare laye,
And but thou fynde yt to thy paye,
Saye that I am false;
And you shall knowe bouth weale and woo,
And be like godes towe,
Thou and thy husbande also,
Eate thou one aple and noe moe.
Eva
A! Lorde! this treey is fayer and brighte,
Grrene and semlye to my sighte;
The frute sweate and full of mightc,
That godes itt maye us make:
One aple of it I will eate,
To assaye which is the meate,
And my husband I will gette
One morscell for to take.
Then Eve shall take of the frute of the serpente, and shall eate
theirof, and sale to Addam.
Eva
Adam, husbande, life and deare,
Eate some of this aple heare,
It is fayer, my lefe feare,
Yt mayo thou not forsake.
Adam
That is south, Eva, withouten were,
The frute is fayer and sweete in fere;
Therfore I will doe thy prayer:
One morscell I will take.
Then Adam shall take the fruto, and eate theirof, and in weepinge
maner shall saye followinge:
Out! alas! what ayleth me I
I am nacked well I see;
Woman, cursed moth thou be,
For we be bouth nowe shente:
I wotte not for shame wheither to fleye,
For this frute was forbydden me;
Nowe have I brocken, through rede of thee,
My Lordes commaundmente.
Eva
Alas, this edder hath done me [nye!]
Alas, her rede why did I?
Nacked we bene bouth for thy,
And of our shape ashamed.
Adam
Yea, south sayde I in prophescye,
When thou was tacken of my bodye,
Mans woo thou woulde be witterlye,
Therfore thou was soe named.
Eva
Adam, husbande, I rede we take
Thes fygge leves for shames sake,
And to our members a hillin^e make
Of them for thee and me.
Adam
And therwith my members I will hyde,
And under this tree I will abyde;
For suerlye come God us besyde,
Out of this place shall we.
Then Adam and Eve shall cover ther members with leaves, hyddinge
them selves under they treeyes; then God shall speake, and
mynstrelles playinge:
God
Adam, Adam, wher arte thou?
Adam
A! Lorde, I harde thy voyce nowe,
For I am nacked, I make avowe,
Therfore nowe I hyde me.
God
[Who] toulde thee, Adam, thou nacked was?
[Save on]lye thyn owne tresspas,
[That of the] treey thou eaten hase
[That I for]bade thee.
Adam
[Lorde, this] woman that is heare,
[That thou] gave me to my feare,
[Gave me] parte, att her prayer
[And of] itt I did eate.
God
Woman, why haste thou done soe?
Eva
This edder, Lorde, shee was my foe,
And southlye deceved me thoo,
And made me to eate that meate.
God
Edder, for that thou haste donne this anoye,
Amonght all beastes one earth thee by
Cursed thou shalbe for thy,
For this womans sake;
Upon thy breste thou shalte goe,
And eate the earth too and froe,
And enmitye betwene you towe
I insuer thee I shall make.
Betwene thy seede and heres also
I shall excitte thy sorowe and woe,
To breake thy heade and be thy foe
Yt shall have maisterye aye.
No beaste one earth, I thee behette,
That man so littill shall of lette,
And troden be full under his feete
For thy mysdeede to daye.
Deus ad Evam
And, woman, I warne thee witterlye,
Thy payne I shall moch multiplye;
With paynes, sorowe, and greate anoye,
Thy children thou shalte beare.
And for that thou haste done soe to daie,
Man shall maister thee allwaye,
And under his power thou shalbe aye,
Thee for to drive and dere.
Deus ad Adam
And, man, also I saye to thee,
For thou haste not donne after me
Thy wifes counscell for to fley,
But donne to her byddinge,
To eate the frute of this treey,
In thy worke warryed the earth shalbe,
And with greate travill behoves thee
One earth to gette thy livinge.
When thou one earth traviled haste,
Frute shall not growe in that place,
But thornes, breyers, for thy tresspas,
To thee one earth the shall springe;
Erbes and rootes thou shall eate,
And for thy sustinance sore sweate,
With greate messchefe to wyn thy meate,
Nothinge to thy likinge.
Thus shalt thou live, south to sayne,
For thou haste bene to me unbayne,
Ever tell the tyme thou tome againe
To the earth wher thou came froe.
For earth thou arte, as well is seene,
And after thes worckes woe and teene,
To earth thou shalte, withouten wene,
And all thy kinde also.
Heare Adam shall speake movenglye:
Adam
Alas! nowe in longor am I lente;
Alas! nowe shamlye am I shente,
For I was unobediente;
Of weale nowe am I weined;
Nowe all my kinde by me is kente,
To fleye wemens intisemente;
Whoe trusteth them in anye intente,
Trulye he is deceived.
My liccorise wife hath bene my foe,
The devilles envye hath shente me also
These towe togeither well maye goe,
The sister and the brother.
His wrath hath donne me moch woe,
Her glottanye hath greved me also;
God lett never man truste you towe,
The one more then the other.
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God
Nowe you shall parte from this lee:
Hilled it behoves you to be,
Dead beastes skines, as thinketh me,
Is beste you one you beare;
For deadlye nowe bouth bene ye,
And death maye you noe waye fley;
Such clothes are beste for your degreye,
And such shall you weare.
Then God puttinge garmentes of skynnes on Adam and Eve saith:
God
[Ada]m, nowe thou haste thy willinge,
[For th]ou desiereste over all thinge
Off good and evill to have knowinge,
Nowe wroughte is all thy will:
Thou wouldeste knowe bouth weale and woe,
Nowe is yt fallne to thee soe,
Therfore, hense thou muste goe,
And thy desyer fulfilled.
Nowe leste thou cannot este more,
And doe as thou haste done before,
Eate of this frute to live ever more,
Heare maye thou not be.
To eairth theider thou muste gone,
With travill leade thy life therone,
For siccker ther is noe other wone:
Goe fourth, take Eve with thee.
Then God shall drive Adam and Eve out of Parradice, and saye to
the angelles, and mynstrilles shall playe:
God
Nowe will I that ther lin^e
The angelles order cherubyn,
To kepe this place of weale or wyne,
That Adam loste thus hath,
With sharpe sworde on ever je syde,
And flame of fier heare to abyde,
That never a earthlye man in glyde;
Forgeven the bene that grace.
Primus Angellus
Lorde, that order that is righte,
Is readye sette heare in thy sighte,
With flame of fier readye to feighte
Againste mankinde, thy foe;
To whom no grace is claymed arighte,
Is readye sette heare in thy sighte,
Tell wysdome, righte, mercye, and miglite
Shall bye them and other moe.
Secundus Angellus
I cherubyn muste ther be coyse
To kepe this place of greate prise,
Seinge man was so unwise
This woninge for to lose,
That he by crafte nor countise
Shall not come in that was his,
But deprived be of Parradise,
Noe more for to come ther.
Tercius Angellus
And in this heritage I wilbe,
Still for ever to see
That noe man come into this cittye,
As God hath me beheighte;
Sowrdes of fier have all we,
To make man from this place to fleye,
From this dwellinge of greate deintye,
That to him firste was dighte.
Quartus Angellus
And of this order I am made one,
From mankinde to weare this wone,
That through his gifte hath gone
This woninge full of grace:
Therfore departe the muste ichone;
Our swordes of fier shalbe ther bone,
And my selfe ther vereye fonne
To flame them in the face.
Adam
Highe God and higheste kinge, Minstrelles playinge.
That of naughte made all thinge,
Beaste, fowle, and grasse growinge,
And me of earth made,
Thou gave me grace to doe thy willinge,
For after greate sorowe and sickinge,
Thou haste me lente greate likinge,
Towe sonnes my harte to glade:
Cayme and Abell, my children deare,
Whom I gate within thirtie yeare
After the tyme we deprived were
Of Parradise for our pride.
Therfore nowe I will them lere,
To make them knowe, in good manere,
What I sawe when Eve my feare
Was tacken of my syde.
While that I slepte in that place,
My ghoste to heaven banished was,
For to see ther I hade grace
Thinges that shal befall.
[To m]ake you ware of cumberous case,
And lett you doinge from tresspas,
Some I will tel before youer face,
But I will not tell all.
I wotte by thinges that ther I see,
That God will come from heaven hie,
To overcome the devill so slye,
And lighte into my kinde;
And my bloode that he will wyn,
That I soe loste for my synne,
A newe lawe ther shal begyne,
And soe men shall them suer.
Watter or fier also witterlye,
All this worlde shall destroye,
For men shall synne soe horably,
And doe full moch amysse.
Therefore, that you maye escape that nye,
Doe well and be ware me by,
I tell you heare, in prophescye,
That this will fall, i-wysse.
Also, I see, as I shall saye,
That God will come the laste daye
To deme mankinde in fleshe vereye,
And flame of fier borninge;
The good to heaven, the evill to hell.
Youer children this talle you maye tell,
This sighte sawe I in Parradice or I fell,
As I laye ther sleppinge.
Nowe will I tell howe you shall doe
Godes lawe to underffoe:
Cayme, husbantes crafte thou muste goe towe,
And Abell a sheaparde be.
Therfore of cornes fayer and cleane,
That growes one rigges out of the reian,
Cayme, thou shalt offer, as I meane,
To God in magistie;
And Abell, while thy life maye laste,
Thou shall offer and doe my heiste,
To God the firste borne beaste,
Therto thou make thee bowne.
This shall you please God Allinighte,
Yf ye doe this well and righte,
With good harte in his sighte,
And good devocion.
Nowe for to-gette you sustenaunce,
I will you teache without distance;
For seithen I feelde that mysschaunce
Of that frute for to eate,
My leiffe children, fayer and free,
With this spade that you maye see,
I have doulven, learne you this at me,
Howe you shall wyn youer meate.
Eva
My sweate children, darlinges deare,
You shall see howe I live heare,
Because unbuxom soe we were,
And did as God woulde not we shoulde;
This payne heare, as hade bene noe neede,
I suffer one earth for my misdeede,
And of this wolle I will spynne thride by thride,
To hill me from the coulde.
Another sorowe I suffer also,
My children I must beare with woe,
As I have donne bouth you towe,
And soe shall wemen all;
This the devill, our bitter foe,
That made us out of joye to goe,
To please God, sonnes, therfore be throoe,
From synne that you maye fall.
Cayme
Mother, for south I tell yt thee,
A tylle man I am, and so will I be j
As my daddye hath taughte yt me,
I will fulfill his lore.
Heare Cayme bringes in the plough, and saith:
Cayme
Of corne I have greate pleintie,
Sacrifice to God, sone shall you see,
I will make, to loke yf he
Will sende me anye more.
Abell
And I will with devocion
To my sacrifice make me bowne,
The comlieste beaste, by my crowne!
[To] the Lorde I will chouse;
And offer yt before thee heare
Meklye in good manere;
Noe beaste to thee maye be deare,
That maye I not lese.

Heare Adam and Eve goe out tell Cayme hath slayne Abell, and Cayme saith:


Cayme
I am the elder of us towe,
Therfore, firste I will goe.
Suche as the frute is fallne froo
Ys good enoffe for hym;
This corne standinge, as mote I thee!
Was eaten with beastes, men maye see,
God, thou getteste noe better of me,
Be thou never so gryme.
Thes earles comes grewe nexte the waye,
Of thes offer I will to daye;
For cleane corne, by my faye!
Of me gettes thou naughte.
Loe, God, heare maye thou see
Such corne as grewe to me;
Parte of yt I bringe to thee,
Anon, withouten lette.
I hope thou wylte whytte me this,
And sende me more of worldlye blesse,
Or elles for south thou dose amysse,
And thou be in my debte.
Abell
Nowe, my brother, as I see
Hath donne sacrifice nowe to thee!
Offer I will, as falleth for me,
Such as thou hast me sente:
The beste beaste, as mote I thee!
Of my flocke with harte freey,
To thee offered shall yt be;
Receive, Lorde, my presente.

Then a flame of fier shall descende upon the sacrifice of Abell.


Abell
[Ah!] highe God and kinge of blesse,
Nowe southlye knowe I wel by this
My sacrifice accepted is
Before the Lorde to daye;
A flame of fier thou sende haste
From heaven one high into this place;
I thanke thee, Lorde, of thy grace,
And soe I shall doe [aye.]
Cayme
Out! out! howe have I spente my good,
To see this sighte I waxe nere wood!
A flame of fier from heaven stoode
One my brothers offeringe;
His sacrifice I see God takes,
And myne refuses and forsakes,
My semblante for shame shakes,
For envye of this thinge.
Deus ad Cayme
Cayme, why arte thou wroth, why?
Thy semblante chaunges wounderouslye;
Yf thou doe well and trulye,
Thou maye have mede of me.
Wottes thou not well that for thy deed,
Yf thou doe well thou maye mede,
Yf thou doe fowle fowle to speade,
And sicker therof to be.
But Cayme, thou shalte have all thy will,
Thy tallente yf thou will fulfill,
Synne of it will thee spill,
And make thee evill to speade;
Thy brother buxom aye shalbe,
And fullye under thy postie;
The luste therof pertaines to thee,
Advise thee of thy deed.
Cayme
A! well, well, is yt soe?
[Co]me fourth with me, thou muste goe
[Into] the feilde a littill froo;
[I have] an errande to saye.
Abell
Brother, to thee I am readye
To goe with thee moste meeklye,
For thou arte elder then am I;
Thy will I will doe [aye.]
Cayme
Saye, thou caittiffe, thou congion,
Weneste thou to passe me of renowne?
Thou shalte fayle, by my crowne!
Of maysterye yf I maye.
God hath challenged me nowe heare,
For thee, and that in fowle manere,
And that shalte thou abyde full deare,
Or that thou wende awaye.
Thy offeringe God accepted hase,
I see by fier that one yt was;
Shall thou never have efte suche a grase,
For dye thou shalte this nighte.
Though God stode heare in this place,
For to helpe thee in this case,
Thou shoulde dye before his face:
Have this, and gett thee righte.

Then Cayme killeth his brother Abell, and God cominge to them sayth:


God
Cayme, wher is thy brother Abell?
Cayme
I wotte nere, I can not tell:
Of my brother wottes thou not well
That I of him hade noe kepinge?
God
What haste thou donne, thou wicked man?
Thy brothers bloode askes thee upon
Vengance, as faste as it can,
From earth to me cryinge.
Cayme, cursed on earth thou shalt be aye,
For the deed thou haste done to daie;
Eairth waryed shalbe in thy worcke aye,
That wickedlye hath wroughte;
And for that thou haste done this mischefFe,
To all men thou shalbe unleffe,
Idle and wanderinge as a theiffe,
And over all sette at naughte.
Cayme speaketh moumfullye.
Out, alas! wher maye I be I
Sorowe one iiche syde I see,
For yf I out of lande fley,
From enimyes companye,
Beastes I wotte will worrye me;
And yf I lenge for my lewtye,
I muste be bounde and nothinge freey,
And all for my follye:
For my synne so horable ys,
And I have done so moch amisse,
That unworthy I am, i-wysse,
Forgevnes to attayne.
Well I wotte, wherever I goe,
Whoe so metteth me will me sloe,
And ich man wilbe my foe,
Noe grace for me maye gayne.
God
Naye, Cayme, thou shalte not dye sone
Horrablye yf thou have done,
That is not thy brothers bone
Thy bloode for to sheede;
But for south who so ever slayeth thee,
Seven foulde punished shall he be,
And greate payne maye thou not fleye,
For thy wicked deede.
But for thou to this deede was bowne,
Thou and thy children, truste mone,
Unto the seventh generacion
[Be pujnished for the wholle;
For thou to daye hath done soe,
Thy seede for thee shall suffer woe,
And while thou one the eairth maye groo,
Of vengance have the deale.
Cayme
Out, out! alas! alas!
I am dampned without grace,
Therfore I will from place to place,
And loke wher is the beste;
Well I wotte, and witterlye,
Into what place that come I,
Iich man will loth my companye,
So shall I never have reste.
Fowle hape is me befall,
Wheither I be in howse or hall,
Cursed Cayme men will me call,
Of sorowes maye non nowe cease.
But yet will I, or I goe,
Speake with my dadde and mam also,
And ther walson bouth towe
I wotte well I muste have:
Mame and dadd, reste you well,
For one fowle talle I can you tell,
I have slayne my brother Abell,
As we fell in a striffe.
Adam
Alas! alas! is Abell dead!
Alas! ruffull is my read,
No more joye to me is lead,
Save onlye Eve, my wiffe.
Eva
Alas! nowe is my sonne slayne;
Alas! marred is all my mayne;
Alas! muste I never be fayne,
But in woe and mourninge?
Well I wotte and knowe, i-wysse,
That vereye vengance it is,
For I to God did so moche amysse,
Mone I never have likinge.
Cayme
Then, dame and sire, fare well ye,
For out of lande to lande I will fleye;
A losscell ever I muste be,
For-scapte I am of thrifte;
For so God hath toulde me,
That I shall never thrive nor three;
And nowe I fleye, you all maye see,
I graunte you all the same gifte.

Finis. Deo gracias! per me Georgi Bellin. 1592.


Come, Lorde Jesus, come quicklye.




2023 Sep 26  11:45:55