4 470 Eft wille I tast, Now am I agast, It is wanyd a grete dele. Now ar the weders cest and cateractes knyt, Uxor. Me thynk, bi my wit, The son shynes in the eest, lo, is not yond it? Noe. We have been here, alle we, ccc dayes and fyfty. Uxor. Yei, now wanys the see, Lord, welle is us ! Noe. The thyrd tyme wille I prufe what depnes we bere. Uxor. Now long shalle thou hufe, lay in thy lyne there. Noe. I may towch with my hufe the grownd evyn here. Uxor. Then begynnys to grufe to us mery chere ; Bot, husband, What grownd may this be? Noe. The hyllys of Armonye. That thus for us can ordand. Noe. I see toppys of hyllys he, many at a syght, And cowth, 42 With flight of wyng Bryng, without taryying, Of mercy som tokynyng Ayther bi north or southe? For this is the fyrst day of the tent moyne. sone, As fast as thou may cast hym furth, have done, Noe. I wille cast out also Dowfes oone or two, Go youre way, go, 500 510 $20 530 God send you som wathe! Now ar thise fowles flone into seyr countre, Uxor. Thai may not faylle of land, The water is so wanand. Noe. Thank we God alle weldand, It is a wonder thyng, me thynk sothle, Uxor. Syr, it may be Noe. The ravyn is ahungrye Thai tary to thay bryng. Alle way; He is without any reson, And he fynd any caryon, He wille not away; The dowfe is more gentille, her trust I untew, Uxor. Hence bot a litille she comys, lew, lew! It is of an olif tre A branch thynkes me. Noe. It is soth, perde, Right so is it cald. Doufe, byrd fulle blist, fayre myght the befalle! The water syn she com, Of depnes plom, Is fallen a fathom, And more hardely. Primus filius. These floodes ar gone, fader, Secundus filius. Ther is left right none, and Tercius filius. As stille as a stone oure ship is stold. Noe. Apon land here anone that we were fayn My childer dere, Sem Japhet and Cam, With gle and with gam, Com go we alle sam, We wille no longer abide here. Uxor. Here have we beyn noy long enoghe, Is left, as I weyn, nowder tre then boghe Bot alle is away, Many castels I say, Grete townes of aray, Flitt has this flowing. Uxor. These floodes not afright alle this warld so wide Has mevid with myght on se and bi side. Noe. To dede ar thai dyght prowdist of pryde, Ever ich a wyght that ever was spyde With syn, Alle ar thai slayn, And put unto payn. Uxor. From thens agayn May thai never wyn? Noe. Wyn? no, i-wis; bot he that myght hase Wold myn of thare mys and admytte thaym to grace, As he in baylle is blis I pray hym in this space, With his santes in sight, Amen, for charite. EXPLICIT PROCESSUS NOE, SEQUITUR ABRAHAM. SEQUITUR ABRAHAM. 10 20 Abraham. Adonay, thou God veray, Long since He this warld has wroght, In sorow and in travelle strang, And Lothe from Sodome when he yede, 40 50 60 Lord, when shalle dede make me his thralle? Ma fa! sone I hope he shalle, For, certes, I can no better wone, Deus. I wille help Adam and his kynde, Wold thay to me be trew, and blyn On certan wise I wille hym prove, Abraham. Who is that? war, let me se, I herd oone neven my name. Deus. It is I, take tent to me, And every thyng in it degre. Abraham. To here thi wille redy I am, Deus. Of mercy have I herd thi cry, And the thyrd day be ther bid I, To slo hym look thou not shon, And bren hym ther to thyn offerand. Abraham. A, lovyd be thou Lord in throne! This commaundement must I nedes fulfille, |