The Barbers and the Waxe Chaundlers Playe
Incipit Quarta Pagina qualiter reversus est a cede quatuor regum. Occurrit rex Salim etc. equitando et Lothe; et dicat Abraham. Preco dicat:
[Armiger]
All peace, lordinges that bine presente,
and herken mee with good intente,
howe Noe awaye from us hee went
and all his companye;
and Abraham through Godes grace,
he is commen into this place,
and yee will geeve us rowme and space
to tell you thys storye.
All peace, lordinges that bine presente,
and herken mee with good intente,
howe Noe awaye from us hee went
and all his companye;
and Abraham through Godes grace,
he is commen into this place,
and yee will geeve us rowme and space
to tell you thys storye.
This playe, forsothe, begynne shall hee
in worshippe of the Trynitie
that yee may all here and see
that shalbe donne todaye.
My name is Goobett-on-the-Greene.
With you I may no longer beene.
Farewell, my lordinges, all bydene
for lettynge of [your] playe.
in worshippe of the Trynitie
that yee may all here and see
that shalbe donne todaye.
My name is Goobett-on-the-Greene.
With you I may no longer beene.
Farewell, my lordinges, all bydene
for lettynge of [your] playe.
Abraham, having restored his brother Loth into his owne place, doth firste of all begine the play and sayth:
Abraham
Ah, thou high God, graunter of grace,
that endinge ne begininge hase,
I thanke thee, lorde, that thou hase
todaye give mee the victorye.
Lothe, my brother, that taken was,
I have restored him in this case
and brought him home in this place
through thy might and masterye.
Ah, thou high God, graunter of grace,
that endinge ne begininge hase,
I thanke thee, lorde, that thou hase
todaye give mee the victorye.
Lothe, my brother, that taken was,
I have restored him in this case
and brought him home in this place
through thy might and masterye.
To worshippe thee I will not worne,
that iiii kynges of uncouth landes
todaye bath sent into my hand,
and ryches with greate araye.
that iiii kynges of uncouth landes
todaye bath sent into my hand,
and ryches with greate araye.
Therfore of all that I have wone
to give the teath I will begynne,
the cyttee sonne when I come in,
and parte with thee my praye.
to give the teath I will begynne,
the cyttee sonne when I come in,
and parte with thee my praye.
Melchysedech, that here kinge is
and Goddes preyste allsoe iwisse,
the teathe I will give him of this,
as skyll is that I doe.
Godd that base sende mee the vyctorye
of iiii kynges gracyously,
with him I praye parte will I,
the cyttie when I come to.
and Goddes preyste allsoe iwisse,
the teathe I will give him of this,
as skyll is that I doe.
Godd that base sende mee the vyctorye
of iiii kynges gracyously,
with him I praye parte will I,
the cyttie when I come to.
Here Lothe, torninge him to his brother Abraham, doth saye:
Loth
Abraham, brother, I thanke thee
that this daye haste delyvered mee
of enimyes handes and ther postee,
and saved mee from woo.
Therfore I will give teathinge
of my good whille I am livinge;
and nowe alsoe of his sendinge
the teath I will give alsoe.
Abraham, brother, I thanke thee
that this daye haste delyvered mee
of enimyes handes and ther postee,
and saved mee from woo.
Therfore I will give teathinge
of my good whille I am livinge;
and nowe alsoe of his sendinge
the teath I will give alsoe.
Tunc venit Armiger Melchysedech ad ipsum et gratulando dicit Armiger (Here the Messenger doth come to Melchysedech, kinge of Salem, and rejoysinge greatly doth saye):
[Armiger]
My lorde the kinge, tydinges on right
your hart to glade and to light —
Abraham hath slayne in fight
iiii kinges since hee went.
Here hee will bee this ylke night,
and ryches enough with him dight.
I harde him thanke God almight
of grace hec had him sente.
My lorde the kinge, tydinges on right
your hart to glade and to light —
Abraham hath slayne in fight
iiii kinges since hee went.
Here hee will bee this ylke night,
and ryches enough with him dight.
I harde him thanke God almight
of grace hec had him sente.
Here Melchysedech, lookinge up to heaven, doth thanke God for Abrahams victorye, and doth prepare himselfe to goe presentAbraham.
Melchysedech, Rex Salem
Ah, blessed bee God that is but one.
Agaynste Abraham will I gonne
worshipfullye and that anonne,
myne office to fulfill,
and presente him with bread and wyne,
for grace of God is him within.
Spede for love myne,
for this is Godes will.
Ah, blessed bee God that is but one.
Agaynste Abraham will I gonne
worshipfullye and that anonne,
myne office to fulfill,
and presente him with bread and wyne,
for grace of God is him within.
Spede for love myne,
for this is Godes will.
Armiger (cum pocula)
Here the Messenger, offeringe to Melchysedeck a standinge-cuppe and bread alsoe, dothe saye:
Sir, here is wyne, withowten were,
and therto bred white and cleare
to present him with good chere,
that soe us holpenn hasse.
and therto bred white and cleare
to present him with good chere,
that soe us holpenn hasse.
Here Melchysedeck answeringe sayth:
[Melchysedech]
To God I wott hee is full deare,
for of all thinges in his prayer
hee hath withowten dangere,
and speciallye his grace.
To God I wott hee is full deare,
for of all thinges in his prayer
hee hath withowten dangere,
and speciallye his grace.
Melchysedeck, comminge unto Abraham, doth offer to him a cuppe full of wynne and bred, and sayth unto him:
Abraham, welcome moste thou bee —
Godes grace is fuiiye in thee.
Blessed ever muste thou bee
that enimyes soe can meeke.
Here is bred and wyne for thy degree;
I have brought as thou maye see.
Receyve this present nowe at mee, and that I thee beeseche.
Godes grace is fuiiye in thee.
Blessed ever muste thou bee
that enimyes soe can meeke.
Here is bred and wyne for thy degree;
I have brought as thou maye see.
Receyve this present nowe at mee, and that I thee beeseche.
Here Abraham, receyvinge the offeringe of Meichysedeck, dothe saye:
[Abraham]
Syr kynge, welcome in good faye;
thy presente is welcome to my paye.
God that hath holpen mee todaye,
unworthye though I were,
ye shall have parte of my praye
that I wan sinse I wente awaye.
Therfore to thee that take it maye,
the teathe I offer here.
Syr kynge, welcome in good faye;
thy presente is welcome to my paye.
God that hath holpen mee todaye,
unworthye though I were,
ye shall have parte of my praye
that I wan sinse I wente awaye.
Therfore to thee that take it maye,
the teathe I offer here.
Here Abraham offereth to Meichysedeck an horse that is laden. Melchysedeck, receivinge the horse of Abraham verey gladly, doth saye:
[Melchysedech]
And your present, syr, take I
and honoure hit devoutlye,
for much good it may signifye
in tyme that is commynge.
Therfore horse, harnesse, and petrye,
as falles for your dignitye,
the teathe of hit takes of mee
and receyve here my offeringe.
And your present, syr, take I
and honoure hit devoutlye,
for much good it may signifye
in tyme that is commynge.
Therfore horse, harnesse, and petrye,
as falles for your dignitye,
the teathe of hit takes of mee
and receyve here my offeringe.
Here Loth doeth offer to Melchysedeck a goodly cuppe, and sayth:
Loth
And I will offer with good intente
of such goodes as God bath mee lente
to Melchysedeck here presente,
as Gods will is to bee.
Abraham, my brother, offered hasse,
and soe will I through Godes grace.
This royal! cuppe before your face
receyve yt nowe at mee.
And I will offer with good intente
of such goodes as God bath mee lente
to Melchysedeck here presente,
as Gods will is to bee.
Abraham, my brother, offered hasse,
and soe will I through Godes grace.
This royal! cuppe before your face
receyve yt nowe at mee.
Here Melchysedeck receaveth the cuppe of Loth.
Melchysedeck
Syr, your offeringe welcome ys;
and well I wott, forsoth iwys,
that fullye Godes will yt is
that is nowe doone today.
Goe wee together to my cyttie;
and God nowe hartely thanke wee
that helps us aye through his postee,
for soe wee full well maye.
Syr, your offeringe welcome ys;
and well I wott, forsoth iwys,
that fullye Godes will yt is
that is nowe doone today.
Goe wee together to my cyttie;
and God nowe hartely thanke wee
that helps us aye through his postee,
for soe wee full well maye.
Here they doe goe together, and Abraham dothe take the bred and wyne, and Melchysedeck the laden horse.
Expositor (equitando)
Lordinges, what may this signifye
I will expound yt appertly —
the unlearned standinge herebye
maye knowe what this may bee.
This present, I saye veramente,
signifieth the newe testamente
that nowe is used with good intente
throughout all Christianitye.
Lordinges, what may this signifye
I will expound yt appertly —
the unlearned standinge herebye
maye knowe what this may bee.
This present, I saye veramente,
signifieth the newe testamente
that nowe is used with good intente
throughout all Christianitye.
In the owld lawe, without leasinge,
when these too good men were livinge,
of beastes were there offeringe
and eke there sacramente.
But synce Christe dyed one roode-tree,
in bred and wyne his death remenber wee;
and at his laste supper our mandee
was his commandemente.
when these too good men were livinge,
of beastes were there offeringe
and eke there sacramente.
But synce Christe dyed one roode-tree,
in bred and wyne his death remenber wee;
and at his laste supper our mandee
was his commandemente.
But for this thinge used should bee
afterwardes, as nowe done wee,
in signification — as leeve you mee —
Melchysedeck did soe.
And teathinges-makinge, as you seene here,
of Abraham begonnen were.
Therfore to God hee was full deare,
and soe were both too.
afterwardes, as nowe done wee,
in signification — as leeve you mee —
Melchysedeck did soe.
And teathinges-makinge, as you seene here,
of Abraham begonnen were.
Therfore to God hee was full deare,
and soe were both too.
By Abraham understand I maye
the Father of heaven, in good faye;
Melchysedecke, a pryest to his paye
to minister that sacramente
that Christe ordayned the foresayde daye
in bred and wyne to honour him aye.
This signifyeth, the sooth to saye,
Melchysedeck his presente.
the Father of heaven, in good faye;
Melchysedecke, a pryest to his paye
to minister that sacramente
that Christe ordayned the foresayde daye
in bred and wyne to honour him aye.
This signifyeth, the sooth to saye,
Melchysedeck his presente.
Here God appeareth to Abraham and saythe:
Deus
Abraham, my servante, I saye to thee
thy helpe and thy succour will I bee.
For thy good deede myche pleaseth mee,
I tell thee witterly.
Abraham, my servante, I saye to thee
thy helpe and thy succour will I bee.
For thy good deede myche pleaseth mee,
I tell thee witterly.
Here Abraham, torninge to God, saythe:
Abraham
Lord, on thinge that wouldest see,
that I praye after with harte full free:
grante mee, lorde, through thy postee
some fruite of my bodye.
Lord, on thinge that wouldest see,
that I praye after with harte full free:
grante mee, lorde, through thy postee
some fruite of my bodye.
I have noe chylde, fowle ne fayre,
save my nurrye, to bee my hayre;
that makes mee greatly to appeare.
One mee, lord, have mercye.
save my nurrye, to bee my hayre;
that makes mee greatly to appeare.
One mee, lord, have mercye.
Deus
Naye Abraham, frend, leeve thou mee —
thy nurrye thine hayre hee shall not bee;
but one sonne I shall send thee,
begotten of thy bodye.
Naye Abraham, frend, leeve thou mee —
thy nurrye thine hayre hee shall not bee;
but one sonne I shall send thee,
begotten of thy bodye.
Abraham, doe as I thee saye —
looke and tell, yf thou maye,
stares standinge one the straye;
that unpossible were.
Noe more shalt thou, for noe neede,
number of thy bodye the seede
that thou shalt have withowten dreede;
thou arte to mee soe dere.
looke and tell, yf thou maye,
stares standinge one the straye;
that unpossible were.
Noe more shalt thou, for noe neede,
number of thy bodye the seede
that thou shalt have withowten dreede;
thou arte to mee soe dere.
Therfore Abraham, servante free,
looke that thou bee trewe to mee;
and here a forwarde I make with thee
thy seede to multiplye.
Soe myche folke forther shalt thou bee,
kinges of this seede men shall see;
and one chylde of greate degree
all mankynde shall forbye.
looke that thou bee trewe to mee;
and here a forwarde I make with thee
thy seede to multiplye.
Soe myche folke forther shalt thou bee,
kinges of this seede men shall see;
and one chylde of greate degree
all mankynde shall forbye.
I will hethen-forward alwaye
eyche man-chylde one the eyght daye
bee circumsysed, as I thee saye,
and thou thyselfe full soone.
Whoesoe cyrcumsysed
not ys forsaken shalbe
with mee iwys,
for unobedyent that man ys.
Looke that this bee done.
eyche man-chylde one the eyght daye
bee circumsysed, as I thee saye,
and thou thyselfe full soone.
Whoesoe cyrcumsysed
not ys forsaken shalbe
with mee iwys,
for unobedyent that man ys.
Looke that this bee done.
Abraham
Lord, all readye in good faye.
Blessed bee thou ever and aye,
for therby knowe thou maye
thy folke from other men.
Cyrcumsyscd they shalbe all
anon for ought that maye befall.
I thanke thee, lorde, thyne one thrall,
kneelinge one my kneene.
Lord, all readye in good faye.
Blessed bee thou ever and aye,
for therby knowe thou maye
thy folke from other men.
Cyrcumsyscd they shalbe all
anon for ought that maye befall.
I thanke thee, lorde, thyne one thrall,
kneelinge one my kneene.
Expositor
Lordinges all, takys intent
what betokens this commandement:
this was sometyme an sacrament
in the ould lawe truely tane.
As followeth nowe verament,
soe was this in the owld testamente.
But when Christe dyed away hit went,
and then beganne baptysme.
Lordinges all, takys intent
what betokens this commandement:
this was sometyme an sacrament
in the ould lawe truely tane.
As followeth nowe verament,
soe was this in the owld testamente.
But when Christe dyed away hit went,
and then beganne baptysme.
Alsoe God a promise behett us here
to Abraham, his servant dere:
soe mych seede that in noe manere
nombred yt may bee,
and one seede mankinde for to bye.
That was Christe Jesus wytterlye,
for of his kynde was our ladye,
and soe alsoe was bee.
to Abraham, his servant dere:
soe mych seede that in noe manere
nombred yt may bee,
and one seede mankinde for to bye.
That was Christe Jesus wytterlye,
for of his kynde was our ladye,
and soe alsoe was bee.
Deus
Abraham, my servante Abraham!
Abraham, my servante Abraham!
Abraham
Loe, lord, alreadye here I am.
Loe, lord, alreadye here I am.
Deus
Take Isaack, thy sonne by name
that thou lovest the best of all,
and in sacryfyce offer him to mee
upon that hyll there besydes thee.
Abraham, I will that yt soe bee
for ought that maye befall.
Take Isaack, thy sonne by name
that thou lovest the best of all,
and in sacryfyce offer him to mee
upon that hyll there besydes thee.
Abraham, I will that yt soe bee
for ought that maye befall.
Abraham
My lord, to thee is myne intent
ever to bee obedyent.
That sonne that thou to mee haste sent
offer I will to thee,
and fulfill thy cornmandement
with hartye will, as I am kent.
High God, lorde omnipotent,
thy biddinge, lorde, done shalbee.
My lord, to thee is myne intent
ever to bee obedyent.
That sonne that thou to mee haste sent
offer I will to thee,
and fulfill thy cornmandement
with hartye will, as I am kent.
High God, lorde omnipotent,
thy biddinge, lorde, done shalbee.
My meanye and my chyidren eycheone
lenges at home, both all and one,
save Isaack, my sonne, with mee shall gonne
to an hyll here besyde.
lenges at home, both all and one,
save Isaack, my sonne, with mee shall gonne
to an hyll here besyde.
Here Abraham, torninge him to his sonne Isaack, sayth:
Make thee readye, my dere darlinge,
for we must doe a little thinge.
This wood doe thou on thy backe bringe;
wee may noe lenger byde.
for we must doe a little thinge.
This wood doe thou on thy backe bringe;
wee may noe lenger byde.
A sworde and fyer that I will take,
for sacrifyce mee behoves to make.
Godes biddinge will I not forsake,
but ever obedyent bee.
for sacrifyce mee behoves to make.
Godes biddinge will I not forsake,
but ever obedyent bee.
Abraham taketh a sworde and fyer. Here Isaack speakes to his father, taketh the bundell of stickes, and beareth after his father.
Isaack
Father, I all readye
to doe your byddinge moste meekely,
and to beare this wood full beane am I,
as ye commande mee.
Father, I all readye
to doe your byddinge moste meekely,
and to beare this wood full beane am I,
as ye commande mee.
Abraham
O Isaack, my darlinge deare,
my blessinge nowe I give thee here.
Take up this fagott with good chere,
and on thy backe yt bringe.
And fyer with us I will take.
O Isaack, my darlinge deare,
my blessinge nowe I give thee here.
Take up this fagott with good chere,
and on thy backe yt bringe.
And fyer with us I will take.
Isaack
Your bydding I wyll not forsake;
father, I will never slake
to fullfill your byddinge.
Your bydding I wyll not forsake;
father, I will never slake
to fullfill your byddinge.
Abraham
Nowe Isaack, sonne, goe wee our waye
to yonder monte, yf that wee maye.
Nowe Isaack, sonne, goe wee our waye
to yonder monte, yf that wee maye.
Here they goe both to the place to doe sacrafice.
Isaack
My dere father, I will assaye
My dere father, I will assaye
to follow you full fayne.
Abraham, beinge minded to slea his sonne, lifte us his handes to heaven and sayth:
Abraham
O my harte will breake in three!
To here thy wordes I have pittye.
As thou wilte, lorde, soe muste yt bee;
to thee I will bee beane.
O my harte will breake in three!
To here thy wordes I have pittye.
As thou wilte, lorde, soe muste yt bee;
to thee I will bee beane.
Laye downe thy fagott, my owne sonne.
Isaack
All readye, father; loe yt here.
But why make yee soe heavye chere?
Are ye any thinge adread?
Father, yf yt bee your will,
where is the beaste that wee shall kyll?
All readye, father; loe yt here.
But why make yee soe heavye chere?
Are ye any thinge adread?
Father, yf yt bee your will,
where is the beaste that wee shall kyll?
Abraham
Therof, sonne, is none upon the hill
that I see here upon this stedde.
Therof, sonne, is none upon the hill
that I see here upon this stedde.
Isaack, fearinge leste his father will slea him, sayth:
Isaack
Father, I am full sore afrayde
to see you beare that drawen sworde.
I hope for all myddylarde
you will not slaye your chylde.
Father, I am full sore afrayde
to see you beare that drawen sworde.
I hope for all myddylarde
you will not slaye your chylde.
Abraham, comfortinge his sonne, sayth:
Abraham
Dreade thee not, my chylde. I reade
our lorde will sende of his goodheade
some manner of beast into this fyelde,
eyther tame or wylde.
Dreade thee not, my chylde. I reade
our lorde will sende of his goodheade
some manner of beast into this fyelde,
eyther tame or wylde.
Isaack
Father, tell mee or I goe
whether I shall harme or floe.
Father, tell mee or I goe
whether I shall harme or floe.
Abraham
Ah, deare God, that mee ys woe!
Thou breakeste my harte in sunder.
Ah, deare God, that mee ys woe!
Thou breakeste my harte in sunder.
Isaac
Father, tell mee of this case:
why you your sworde drawen base,
and beares yt naked in this place.
Therof I have greate wonder.
Father, tell mee of this case:
why you your sworde drawen base,
and beares yt naked in this place.
Therof I have greate wonder.
Abraham
Isaack, sonne, peace, I praye thee.
Thou breakest my harte anon in three.
Isaack, sonne, peace, I praye thee.
Thou breakest my harte anon in three.
Isaack
I praye you, father, leane nothinge from mee;
but tell mee what you thinke.
I praye you, father, leane nothinge from mee;
but tell mee what you thinke.
Abraham
Ah, Isaack, Isaack, I muste thee kyll.
Ah, Isaack, Isaack, I muste thee kyll.
Isaack
Alas, father, ys that your wyll,
your owne chylde for to spyll
upon thys hilles bryncke?
Alas, father, ys that your wyll,
your owne chylde for to spyll
upon thys hilles bryncke?
If I have trespassed in any degree,
with a yarde you may beate mee.
Put up your sworde yf your wyll bee,
for I am but a chylde.
with a yarde you may beate mee.
Put up your sworde yf your wyll bee,
for I am but a chylde.
Abraham
O my deare sonne, I am sorye
to doe to thee this great anoye.
Godes commandement doe must I;
his workes are aye full mylde.
O my deare sonne, I am sorye
to doe to thee this great anoye.
Godes commandement doe must I;
his workes are aye full mylde.
Isaack
Would God my mother were here with mee!
Shee would kneele downe upon her knee,
prayeinge you, father, if yt might bee,
for to save my liefe.
Would God my mother were here with mee!
Shee would kneele downe upon her knee,
prayeinge you, father, if yt might bee,
for to save my liefe.
Abraham
O comely creature, but I thee kyll
I greeve my God, and that full yll.
I may not worke agaynste his wyll
but ever obedyent bee.
O Isaack, sonne, to thee I saye
God hase commanded mee todaye
sacryfyce — this is noe naye — to make of thy bodye.
O comely creature, but I thee kyll
I greeve my God, and that full yll.
I may not worke agaynste his wyll
but ever obedyent bee.
O Isaack, sonne, to thee I saye
God hase commanded mee todaye
sacryfyce — this is noe naye — to make of thy bodye.
Isaack
Is yt Godes will I shalbe slayne?
Is yt Godes will I shalbe slayne?
Abraham
Yea, sonne, yt is not for to leane;
to his byddinge I will bee beane,
ever to him pleasinge.
But that I doe this deolfull deede,
my lorde will not quite mee my meede.
Yea, sonne, yt is not for to leane;
to his byddinge I will bee beane,
ever to him pleasinge.
But that I doe this deolfull deede,
my lorde will not quite mee my meede.
Isaack
Marye, father, God forbydde
but you doe your offeringe.
Marye, father, God forbydde
but you doe your offeringe.
Father, at home your sonnes you shall fynde
that you muste love by course of kynde.
Be I once out of your mynde,
your sorrowe may sonne cease.
But yet you must doe Godes byddinge.
Father, tell my mother for nothinge.
that you muste love by course of kynde.
Be I once out of your mynde,
your sorrowe may sonne cease.
But yet you must doe Godes byddinge.
Father, tell my mother for nothinge.
Here Abraham, wringinge his handes, sayth:
Abraham
For sorrowe I maye my handes wringe;
thy mother I cannot please.
O Isaak, Isaack, blessed most thow bee!
Almoste my wytt I loose for thee.
The blood of thy body soe free
I am full loth to sheede.
For sorrowe I maye my handes wringe;
thy mother I cannot please.
O Isaak, Isaack, blessed most thow bee!
Almoste my wytt I loose for thee.
The blood of thy body soe free
I am full loth to sheede.
Isaack
Father, synce you muste needes doe soe,
lett yt passe lightly and over goe.
Kneelinge upon my knees too,
your blessinge one mee spreade.
Father, synce you muste needes doe soe,
lett yt passe lightly and over goe.
Kneelinge upon my knees too,
your blessinge one mee spreade.
Abraham
My blessinge, deare sonne, give I thee,
and thy mothers with harte soe free.
The blessinge of the Trinitye,
my deare sonne, one thee light.
My blessinge, deare sonne, give I thee,
and thy mothers with harte soe free.
The blessinge of the Trinitye,
my deare sonne, one thee light.
Isaack
Father, I praye you hyde my eyne
that I see not the sworde soe keene.
Your strooke, father, would I not seene
leste I agaynst yt gryll.
Father, I praye you hyde my eyne
that I see not the sworde soe keene.
Your strooke, father, would I not seene
leste I agaynst yt gryll.
Abraham
My deare sonne Isaack, speake noe moare;
thy wordes make my harte full sore.
My deare sonne Isaack, speake noe moare;
thy wordes make my harte full sore.
Isaack
O deare father, wherfore, wherfore?
Sythenn I muste needes bee dead,
of one thinge I would you praye.
Sythen I must dye the death todaye,
as fewe strokes as yee well maye
when yee smyte of my head.
O deare father, wherfore, wherfore?
Sythenn I muste needes bee dead,
of one thinge I would you praye.
Sythen I must dye the death todaye,
as fewe strokes as yee well maye
when yee smyte of my head.
Abraham
Thy meekenes, chylde, makes mee affraye.
My songe maye bee ’Wele-Awaye’.
Thy meekenes, chylde, makes mee affraye.
My songe maye bee ’Wele-Awaye’.
Isaack
O deare father, doe away,
doe away your makinge of myche mone.
Now truely, father, this talkinge
doth but make longe taryinge.
I praye you come of and make endinge,
and lett mee hence bee gone.
O deare father, doe away,
doe away your makinge of myche mone.
Now truely, father, this talkinge
doth but make longe taryinge.
I praye you come of and make endinge,
and lett mee hence bee gone.
Abraham
Come hyther, my chylde; thow art soe sweete.
Thow must be bounden hand and feete.
Come hyther, my chylde; thow art soe sweete.
Thow must be bounden hand and feete.
Here Isaack ryseth and cometh to his father, and hee taketh him and byndeth him and layeth him one the alter for to sacrifyce him.
Isaack
Father, we muste noe more meete
by ought that I cane see.
But doe with mee then as thou will;
I muste obey, and that is skyll,
Godes commandement to fulfill,
for needes soe must it bee.
Father, we muste noe more meete
by ought that I cane see.
But doe with mee then as thou will;
I muste obey, and that is skyll,
Godes commandement to fulfill,
for needes soe must it bee.
Upon the purpose that you have sett you,
forsooth, father, I wyll not lett you;
but evermore to doe your vowe
while that ever yee maye.
Father, greete well my brethen yonge,
and praye my mother of hir blessinge;
I come no more under her winge.
Farewell, for ever and aye.
forsooth, father, I wyll not lett you;
but evermore to doe your vowe
while that ever yee maye.
Father, greete well my brethen yonge,
and praye my mother of hir blessinge;
I come no more under her winge.
Farewell, for ever and aye.
But, father, I crye you mercye
for all that ever I have trespased to thee;
forgiven, father, that hit may bee
untill domesdaye.
for all that ever I have trespased to thee;
forgiven, father, that hit may bee
untill domesdaye.
Abraham
My deare sonne, lett bee thy mones;
my chylde, thow greeves mee every ones.
Blessed bee thow, body and bones,
and I forgive thee here.
Nowe, my deare sonne, here shall thow lye.
Unto my worke nowe must I hye.
I had as leeve myselfe to dye
as thow, my darlinge deare.
My deare sonne, lett bee thy mones;
my chylde, thow greeves mee every ones.
Blessed bee thow, body and bones,
and I forgive thee here.
Nowe, my deare sonne, here shall thow lye.
Unto my worke nowe must I hye.
I had as leeve myselfe to dye
as thow, my darlinge deare.
Isaack
Father, if yee bee to mee kynde,
about my head a carchaffe bynde
and lett mee lightly out of your mynde,
and soone that I were speede.
Father, if yee bee to mee kynde,
about my head a carchaffe bynde
and lett mee lightly out of your mynde,
and soone that I were speede.
Abraham
Farewell, my sweete sonne of grace.
Farewell, my sweete sonne of grace.
Here kisse him and binde the carchaffe about his head, and lett him kneele downe and speake.
Isaack
I praye you, father, turne downe my face
a little while, while you have space,
for I am full sore adreade.
I praye you, father, turne downe my face
a little while, while you have space,
for I am full sore adreade.
Abraham
To doe this deede I am sorye.
To doe this deede I am sorye.
Isaack
Yea, lorde, to thee I call and crye!
Of my soule thow have mercye,
hartely I thee praye.
Yea, lorde, to thee I call and crye!
Of my soule thow have mercye,
hartely I thee praye.
Abraham
Lord, I would fayne worke thy will.
This yonge innocent that lieth soe still,
full loth were mee him to kyll
by any manner of waye.
Lord, I would fayne worke thy will.
This yonge innocent that lieth soe still,
full loth were mee him to kyll
by any manner of waye.
Isaack
My deare father, I thee praye,
let mee take my clothes awaye,
for sheeding blood on them todaye
at my laste endinge.
My deare father, I thee praye,
let mee take my clothes awaye,
for sheeding blood on them todaye
at my laste endinge.
Abraham
Harte, yf thow would breake in three,
thou shall never mayster mee.
I will floe longer lett for thee;
my God I may not greeve.
Harte, yf thow would breake in three,
thou shall never mayster mee.
I will floe longer lett for thee;
my God I may not greeve.
Isaack
A, mercye, father, why tarrye yee soe?
Smite of my head and lett mee goe.
I praye you rydd mee of my woo,
for nowe I take my leave.
A, mercye, father, why tarrye yee soe?
Smite of my head and lett mee goe.
I praye you rydd mee of my woo,
for nowe I take my leave.
Abraham
My sonne, my harte will breake in three
to here thee speake such wordes to mee.
Jesu, one mee thow have pyttye,
that I have moste of mynde.
My sonne, my harte will breake in three
to here thee speake such wordes to mee.
Jesu, one mee thow have pyttye,
that I have moste of mynde.
Isaack
Nowe, father, I see that I shall dye.
Almighty God in majestie,
my soule I offer unto thee.
Lorde, to yt bee kynde.
Nowe, father, I see that I shall dye.
Almighty God in majestie,
my soule I offer unto thee.
Lorde, to yt bee kynde.
Here lett Abraham take and bynde his sonne Isaack upon the aulter, and leett him make a signe as though bee would cutt of his head with the sword. Then lett the Angell come and take the sworde by the end and staye yt, sayinge:
Angelus
Abraham, my servante deare!
Abraham, my servante deare!
Abraham
Loe, lord, I am all readye here.
Loe, lord, I am all readye here.
Angelus
Laye not thy sworde in noe manere
one Isaack, thy deare darlinge;
and doe to him none anoye.
For thou dreades God, well wott I,
that of thy sonne hasse noe mercye
to fulfill his byddinge.
Laye not thy sworde in noe manere
one Isaack, thy deare darlinge;
and doe to him none anoye.
For thou dreades God, well wott I,
that of thy sonne hasse noe mercye
to fulfill his byddinge.
Angelus Secundus
And for his byddinge thow doest aye,
and sparest neyther for feare nor faye
to doe thy sonne to death todaye,
Isaack to thee full deare,
therfore God bath sent by mee in faye
a lambe that is both good and gaye.
Loe, have him right here.
And for his byddinge thow doest aye,
and sparest neyther for feare nor faye
to doe thy sonne to death todaye,
Isaack to thee full deare,
therfore God bath sent by mee in faye
a lambe that is both good and gaye.
Loe, have him right here.
Abraham
Ah, lorde of heaven and kinge of blysse,
thy byddinge shall be donne iwys.
Sacrifyce here mee sent ys,
and all, lorde, through thy grace.
An horned wether here I see;
amonge these bryers tyed is hee.
To thee offered now shall hee bee,
anonright in this place.
Ah, lorde of heaven and kinge of blysse,
thy byddinge shall be donne iwys.
Sacrifyce here mee sent ys,
and all, lorde, through thy grace.
An horned wether here I see;
amonge these bryers tyed is hee.
To thee offered now shall hee bee,
anonright in this place.
Then lett Abraham take the lambe and kyll him, and lett God saye:
Deus
Abraham, by my selfe I sweare:
for thou hast bine obedient ayere,
and spared not thy sonne to teare
to fulfill my byddinge,
thou shall bee blessed that pleased mee.
Thy seede shall I soe multiplye
as starres and sande, soe many highe I
of thy bodye comminge.
Abraham, by my selfe I sweare:
for thou hast bine obedient ayere,
and spared not thy sonne to teare
to fulfill my byddinge,
thou shall bee blessed that pleased mee.
Thy seede shall I soe multiplye
as starres and sande, soe many highe I
of thy bodye comminge.
Of enimyes thou shalte have power,
and thy blood alsoe in feare.
Thow haste beene meeke and bonere
to doe [as] I thee bade.
And of all natyons, leeve thow mee,
blessed evermore shalbee
through fruyte that shall come of thee,
and saved through thy seede.
and thy blood alsoe in feare.
Thow haste beene meeke and bonere
to doe [as] I thee bade.
And of all natyons, leeve thow mee,
blessed evermore shalbee
through fruyte that shall come of thee,
and saved through thy seede.
Here the Docter saythe:
Expositor
Lordinges, this significatyon
of this deede of devotyon —
and yee will, yee wytt mon —
may tome you to myche good.
This deede yee scene done here in this place,
in example of Jesus done yt was,
that for to wynne mankinde grace
was sacrifyced one the roode.
Lordinges, this significatyon
of this deede of devotyon —
and yee will, yee wytt mon —
may tome you to myche good.
This deede yee scene done here in this place,
in example of Jesus done yt was,
that for to wynne mankinde grace
was sacrifyced one the roode.
By Abraham I may understand
the Father of heaven that cann fonde
with his Sonnes blood to breake that bonde
that the dyvell had brought us to.
By Isaack understande I maye
Jesus that was obedyent aye,
his Fathers will to worke alwaye
and death for to confounde.
the Father of heaven that cann fonde
with his Sonnes blood to breake that bonde
that the dyvell had brought us to.
By Isaack understande I maye
Jesus that was obedyent aye,
his Fathers will to worke alwaye
and death for to confounde.
Here lett the Docter kneele downe and saye:
Such obedyence grante us, O lord,
ever to thy moste holye word;
that in the same wee may accorde
as this Abraham was beyne.
And then altogether shall wee
that worthye kinge in heaven see,
and dwell with him in great glorye
for ever and ever. Amen.
ever to thy moste holye word;
that in the same wee may accorde
as this Abraham was beyne.
And then altogether shall wee
that worthye kinge in heaven see,
and dwell with him in great glorye
for ever and ever. Amen.
Here the Messenger maketh an ende:
Make rowme, lordings, and give us waye
and lett Balack come in and playe,
and Balaham that well can saye,
to tell you of prophecye.
That lord that dyed one Good Frydaye,
the same you all, both night and daye.
Farewell, my lordings, I goe my waye;
I may noe lenger abyde.
and lett Balack come in and playe,
and Balaham that well can saye,
to tell you of prophecye.
That lord that dyed one Good Frydaye,
the same you all, both night and daye.
Farewell, my lordings, I goe my waye;
I may noe lenger abyde.
Finis
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