| [Poems from the Vernon MS] | ||
Poul wepte and bigon to goule.
Þe Angel seide: “whi wepustou, poule?
Ȝit sayȝ þou not, as I þe telle,
Þe strengest peyne þat is in helle.”
Þe Angel seide: “whi wepustou, poule?
Ȝit sayȝ þou not, as I þe telle,
Þe strengest peyne þat is in helle.”
Þe Angel him schewed wiþ-outen weoles
A put a-seled wiþ seuen seles.
He bad him stonde bac, for þat þing,
Þat he mihte sustene þat stynk.
He opened þe Mouþ of þat put:
Hit stonk foule wȝon hit was vnschut;
Þe stynk þat com out of þat plas
Passed al þe peynes and stinkes þer was.
A put a-seled wiþ seuen seles.
He bad him stonde bac, for þat þing,
Þat he mihte sustene þat stynk.
He opened þe Mouþ of þat put:
Hit stonk foule wȝon hit was vnschut;
Þe stynk þat com out of þat plas
Passed al þe peynes and stinkes þer was.
Þen seide þat Angel, to biginne:
“Hose comeþ þis put wiþ-Inne,
Bi-fore God and vre ladi
Schal neuer of him beo no merci.”
“Hose comeþ þis put wiþ-Inne,
Bi-fore God and vre ladi
Schal neuer of him beo no merci.”
| [Poems from the Vernon MS] | ||