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Abraham commeth out of his house & sayth.
Alas my God, and was there euer any,
That hath indurde of cōbrāces so many,
As I haue done by fleeting too and fro,
Since I my natiue countrie did forgo?
Or is there any liuing on the ground,
Of benefits that hath such plenty found?
Loe how thou makest mortall men to see,
Thy passing goodnes by calamitie.
And as of nought thou madest euery thing:
So out of ill thou causest good to spring.
Was neuer wight so blessed at thy hand,
That could thy greatnes fully vnderstand.
Full threescore yeares and thereto fifteene mo,
My life had lasted now in weale and woe.
According to the course in sundry wise
Appointed by thy heauenly destinies,
Whose will it was I should be bred and borne
Of Parents rich in catell, coyne, and corne.
But vnto him that richest is in fee,
What ioy or comfort could his riches be,
When he compeld, compelled was (I say)
To see, to serue, and worship euery day,
A thowsand forged gods in steede of thee,
Which madst ye heauen & earth which we do see?
Thou then eftsoones didst will me to conuey
My selfe from those same places quite away.
And I immediatly vpon thy call,
Left Parents, countrie, goods with gods & all.
Yea Lord, thou knowest I wist not whither thē
Thou wouldst me lead, nor where me stay agen:
But he that followeth thee, full well may say,
He goeth right: and while he holds that way
He neuer needes to feare that he shall stray.

Sara comming out of the same house sayth.
In thinking and bethinking me what store
Of benefits I haue had erst heretofore,
Of thee my God which euer hast prouided
To keepe my mind and bodie vndefiled,
And furthermore according to thy word
(Which I tooke then as spoken but in boord)
Hast blist mine aged time aboue all other,
By giuing me the happy name of mother.
I am so rauisht in my thought and mind,
That (as I would full fayne) no meane I find
The least of all the benefits to commend,
Which thou my God doest daily still me send.
Yit sith alone with thee Lord here I am,
I will thee thanke at least wise as I can.
But is not yun my husband whom I see?
I thought he had bin further of from me.

Abraham.
Sara Sara, thy mind I well allow,
Nought hast thou sayd but I the same auow.
Come on, and let vs both giue thankes togither
For Gods great mercy since our cōming hither
The frute thereof as both of vs hath found:
Let prayse & thankes from both of vs resownd.

Sara.
Contented Sir, how might I better doe,
Than you to please in all you set me too?
And euen therefore hath God ordeyned me.
Agein, wherein can time spent better be,
Than in the setting forth of Gods dew praise,
Whose maiestie doth shew it selfe alwayes,
Aboue and eke beneath before our eyes?

Abraham.
Of truth no better can a man deuise,
Than of the Lord to sing the excellence,
For none can pay him other recompence
For all his giftes which daily he doth send,
Than in the same, his goodnes to commend.

The Song of Abraham and Sara.

Abraham.
Go to my Sara, that great God of ours
Hath blist vs, to thintent that we all howres
Should for his giftes which he alone doth giue,
Him serue and prayse as long as we doe liue.
Now let vs hence and chiefly take good heede,
We hazard not our sonne to much in deede,
By suffering him to haunt the company
Of wicked folke, with whom you see we be.
A new made vessell holdeth long the sent
Of that that first of all is in it pent.
A child by nature nere so well dispozed,
By bringing vp is quite and cleane transpozed.

Sara.
Sir, I doe hope my dewtie for to doe,
Therefore the thing that we must looke vnto,
Is that Gods will may be fulfild in him.
Right sure I am we shall him weeld so trim,
And that the Lord will blisse him so: as all
Shall in the ende to his high honor fall.

Satan in the habit of a Monke.
I goe, I come, I trauell night and day,
I beate my braynes, that by no kind of way
My labour be in any wise misspent.
Reigne God aloft aboue the firmament,
The earth at least to me doth wholly draw,
And that mislikes not God nor yet his lawe.
As God by his in heauen is honored:
So I on earth by myne am worshipped.
God dwells in heauen, and I on earth likewize:
God maketh peace, and I doe warres deuize.
God reignes aboue, and I doe reigne belowe:
God causeth loue, and I doe hatred sowe.
God made the starrie skies and earthy clodds:
I made much more: for I did make ye godds.
God serued is by Angells full of light:
And doe not my faire Angells glister bright?
I trow there is not one of all my swine,
Whose grooyn I make not goldlike for to shine
These lechours, drunkards, gluttons ouerfedd,
Whose noses shine faire tipt with brazell redd,
Which weare fine precious stones vppon their skinnes,
Are my vpholders & my Cherubins.
God neuer made a thing so perfect yit,
That could the makers full perfection hit.
But I haue made, (whereof I glory may)
A thowsand worser then my selfe farre way.
For I beleue and know it in my thought,
therz but one God, & that my self am nowght.
But yit I know there are whose foolish mind
I haue so turned quite against the kind,
That some (which now is commō long agone)
Had leuer serue a thowsand gods than one.
And others haue conceiued in their brayne,
That for to thinke there is a God is vayne.
Thus since ye time yt man on mowld was made,
With happy lucke I followed haue this trade
And follow wil (come losse or come there gain)
So long as I this habit may mainteine,
I say this habit wherewithall as now
The world is vnacquainted: but I vow
The day shall come it shall be knowne so rife,
Of euery wight, both child, yea man, and wife,
That nother towne nor village shall scape free
From seeing it to their great miserie.
O cowle, o cowle, such mischef thou shalt wurk,
And such abuse shall vnderneath thee lurke
At high noone daies: O Cowle, o Cowle I say,
Such mischief to the world thou shalt conuey,
That if it were not for the spitefulnesse,
Wherewith my hart is frawghted in excesse:
Euen I my selfe the wretched world shall rew,
To see ye things that shall through thee insew.
For I, than who, of all none worse can be,
Am made yit worse by putting on of thee.
These thinges shall in their time wtout all faile
Be brought to passe. As now I will assaile
One Abraham, who onely with his race
Withstands me, and defies me to my face.
In deede I haue him often times assailed:
But euer of my purpose I haue failed.
I neuer saw olde fellow hold such tack.
But I will lay such loade vpon his backe,
That (as I hope) ere long I shall him make
A sonne of myne. I know that he doth take
The true Creator for his onely hold
To trust vnto: and that doth make him bold.
In deede he hath alliance with the trew
Creator, who hath promist him a new
Right wondrous thinges, according whereunto
He hath already done, and still will doe.
But what for that? If stedfastnes him faile
To hold out still: what shall his hope auaile?
I trow I will so many blowes him giue,
That from his hold at length I shall him driue.
His elder sonne I feare not: and the other
Shal hardly scape these hands of mine: ye mother
Is but a woman: as for all the meynie
That serue him, they be simple sowles as enie
Can lightly be: there is a ragged rowt
Of sillie shepherds, nother skild nor stowt
Ynough against my wily sleights to stand.
But hence I will and worke so out of hand,
To haue them, that vnlesse I misse my marke,
Anon I will deceiue their greatest Clarke.

Abraham comming out of his house agein sayth.
What euer thing I doe or say,
I weery am thereof streit way,
How meete so euer that it bee,
So wicked nature reignes in me.
But most of all it me mislikes,
And to the hart with sorrow strikes,
That seeing God is neuer tyrde
In helping me, yea vndezyrde:
I also likewise doe not streyne
My selfe, vnweerie to remayne,
In dew and trew acknowledgment
Of his great mercie to me sent,
As well with mouth as with my hart.

The Angell.
Abraham, Abraham.

Abraham.
Lord here I am.

Angell.
Goe take thyne onely deerebeloued sonne,
Euen Isaac, and bring him to the place
which hight ye myrrh of God: which being done,
Slea him in sacrifice before my face:
And burne him whole vpon a hill which I
Will shew thee there, goe hye thee by and by.

Abraham.
What! burne him! burne him! wel I wil do so:
But yit my God, the thing thou putst me to
Seemes very straunge and irksom for to be:
Lord, I beseech thee, wilt thou pardon me?
Alas, I pray thee giue me strength and power,
To doe that thou commaundest me this howre.
I well perceiue and plainly now doe find,
That thou art angrie with me in thy mind.
Alas my Lord I haue offended thee.
O God by whom both heauen & earth made be,
With whom intendest thou to be at warre?
And wilt thou cast thy seruaunt downe so farre?
Alas my sonne, alas, what shall I doe?
This matter askes aduised looking too.

A companie of Shepherdes comming out of Abrahams house.
The one halfe of them.
Hie time it is Sirs as I trow
We hie vs packing on a row
To our companions where they be.

The other halfe.
Euen so thinkes me.
For if we all togither were
We should the lesser neede to feare.

Isaac.
How Sirs, I pray you tary. Will
You leaue me so behind you still?

Shepherds.
Good child abide you there,
Or else our maister your father
And our mistresse your mother may,
Be angrie for your going away:
The time will come by Gods good grace,
That you shall grow and proue a pace:
And then ye shall perceiue the charge,
Of keeping flocks in feelds at large,
What daungers come from hill and dale,
By rauening beasts that lye in stale,
Among the couerts of the woode,
To kill our cattell for their foodd.

Isaac.
And doe ye thinke I would,
Goe with you though I could,
Before I knew my fathers mind?

Shepherds.
In deede a child of honest kind,
And well brought vp, ought euermore
His fathers and his mothers lore
In all his doings to obey.

Isaac.
I will not fayle it (if I may)
To die therefore: but will ye stay
A while vntill I ronne and know
My fathers will?

Shep.
Yea, therefore goe.

The song of the Shepherds.

Isaac.
My fellowes: God hath shewed himselfe to vs,
So good, so louing and so gracious,
That I can neuer any thing yit craue
Ne small ne great, but that I much more haue,
Than I desire. I would haue gone with you
(As you doe know) to see full fayne: but now
Behold my father commeth here at hand.

Abraham and Sara.
But it behoueth vs to vnderstand,
That if God will vs any thing to doe,
We must streyt wayes obedient be thereto,
And nother striue nor speake against his will.

Sara.
In deede Sir so I thinke and purpose still.
But yit I pray you thinke not straunge, that I
Doe take this matter somwhat heauily.

Abraham.
A good hart (wife) doth shew it self at neede.

Sara.
Thats trew: & therfore lets be sure in deede,
It is Gods will and mind we should doe so.
We haue but this child onely and no mo
Who yit is weake: in him stands all the trust
Of all our hope, with him it falls to dust.

Abraham.
Nay rather in God.

Sara.
But giue me leaue to say.

Abraham.
Can euer God his word once sayd vnsay?
No no, and therefore be you out of dowt,
That God wil keepe & prosper him throughout.

Sara.
Yea, but will God haue vs to hazard him?

Abraham.
No hazarding it is where God doth gard him.

Sara.
My hart misgiueth some mishappe

Abraham.
I nother dread nor dowt of any hap.

Sara.
There is in hand some secret enterpryze.

Abraham.
What ere it be, it doth from God aryze.

Sara.
At least, if what it were you wist.

Abraham.
I shall ere long, if God so list.

Sara.
So long away the child will neare abide.

Abraham.
For that our God will well ynough prouide.

Sara.
Yea but the wayes now full of daungers are.

Abraham.
Who dyes in following God needs neuer care.

Sara.
If he should dyeth, ē farewel our good dayes.

Abraham.
God doth foresett mens dying times alwayes.

Sara.
It were much better here to sacrifyze.

Abraham.
What euer you thinke, God thinks otherwise.

Sara.
Well then Sir, sith it must be so
The grace of God with both you goe.
Adiew my sonne.

Isaac.
Good mother eke adieu.

Sara.
My sonne obey thy father still,
And God thee saue: that if it be his will
Thou mayst in health returne right soone agein.
My child I can not me refreyne
But that I needes must kisse the now.

Isaac.
Good mother, if it should not trouble you,
I would desire you one thing ere I went.

Sara.
Say on my sonne: for I am well content
To graunt thee thy request.

Isaac.
I humbly doe you pray
To put this greef away.
These teares of yours refreyne,
I shall returne ageine
(I hope) in better plyght,
Than now I am in syght:
And therefore stay this greef and wo.

Abraham.
My fellowes: we haue now to goe
Good six daies iorney ere we rest:
See that your cariages be prest
And all the things that we shall neede.

The companie.
Sir, as for that let vs take heede.
Doe you no more but onely shew your will.

Abraham.
On then: and God be with you still.
The mightie God who of his goodnesse ay,
From time to time euen to this present day,
So kind and gracious vnto vs hath be,
Be helpfull still both vnto you and mee.
Deale wisely howsoeuer that you fare:
I hope this iorney which we going are
Shall be performed happily.

Sara.
Alas alas full litle wote I
When I shall see you all ageine.
The Lord now with you all remayne.

Isaac.
Good mother God you guyde.

Abraham.
Farewell.

The company.
God guide, and keepe you through his grace.

Abraham.
Gowe on Sirs, let vs hence apace.

Satan.
But is not this ynough to make me mad,
That whereas I make euery man to gad,
And all the world to follow after me,
If they my finger doe but hild vp see,
And therwithall set all thinges on a rore:
Yit for all that I neuer could the more
This false olde fellow bring vnto my lure,
For any thing that yit I can procure?
Behold he is departed from this place
Gods will full bent tobey in euery cace,
Although the matter neuer be so straunge.
But yit it may be that his mind will chaunge,
Or that he shall him sacrifyze in deede,
And so he shall if I may help him speede.
For if he doe, then Isaac shall be dead,
Whereby my hart shall be deliuered
Of that same feare least God in him fulfill,
The threate whereby he promist me to spill.
And if he chaunge his mind, then may I say
The gold is wonne. For may I once so play
My part, as for to make him disobey
Almighty Gods commaundment, or repyne:
Then were he banisht from the grace diuine.
That is the marke whereat I alwayes shoote,
Now hye thee Cowle, set forth the better foote:
Lets ronne apace, and by some cunning drift
Foyle him in feeld, or put him to his shift.

A Pavvze.
Abraham.
My children: this is now the third day
That we haue traueld making litle stay.
Here must you tarry: as for me, I will
With Isaac goe yit further onward still,
Unto a place from hence yet distant more
Which God almighty shewed me before,
Where I must pray and offer sacrifyze
As he requires. Wherefore in any wyze
Abide you here, and stirre not hence. But thou
Sonne Isaac shalt goe with me as now:
For God requires in this behalfe thy presence.

The Shepherds.
Sir, sith you forbid vs we will not hence.

Abraham.
This bundle vnto him betake,
And I the fire and knife will take.
We shal (God willing) come agein right soone
But in the meane while, wot ye what to doone?
Pray ye to God both for your selues and vs.
Alas, alas, was neuer wyght, ywus.

Shepherds.
We will not fayle.

Abraham.
That had such neede as I.
Well Sirs, I say no more but God be wy.

Shepherds
And with yow too.

Halfe the Shepherds.
It greatly mazeth me,

Halfe the Shepherds.
And me likewyze.

Halfe the Shepherds.
And me too, for too see
Him so dismayd which hath so stowtly borne
All haps that haue befalne him heretooforne.

Halfe the Shepherds.
To say he is afrayd of warre
Debate, or strife, or any iarre
It were no reason: for we knowe,
Abimelech the king did showe
Such honor to our maisterward,
That he not onely had regard
To visit him, but eke did knit
A leage with him which lasteth yit.
And as for howshold matters, what
Can he desire which he hath nat?

Halfe the Shepherds.
He liues in outward peace and rest:
But age perchaunce doth woork vnrest.

Halfe the Shepherds.
Of zunnes he hath but onely one
But in the world mo such are none.
His cattell thryue in such great store,
As God doth seeme to giue him more,
Than he him selfe can wish or craue.

Halfe the Shepherds.
Nothing ye can so perfect haue,
But alwaies sumwhat is amisse.
I pray to God him so to blisse,
As soone to cure this his disease.

Halfe the Shepherds.
Amen, say I, if it him please.

Halfe the Shepherds.
Sure I suppoze how ere the cace doth stand
He hath this time some weightie thing in hand.

The song of the Shepherds.
As howge as is the world we see
With all the things that in it be,
Yet nothing is so strong and sure,
That can for euer here endure.
Almighty God which all mainteynes,
Can nothing spie that ay remaynes,
Except him selfe: all else ech one
Indure short time, and soone are gone.
The sunne with bright and burning beames
Goes casting forth his cheerefull gleames,
As long as day in skie doth last.
Then darksom night doth ouer cast,
All kind of thinges both fowle and fayre,
With coleblacke winges aloft in ayre.
And of the moone what shall we say,
Which neuer keepeth at a stay?
Sometimes with hornes she doth appeere:
Sometime halfe fast: now thicke, now cleere:
Anon with rownd and fulsom face
The night she fro the skie doth chace.
The twincling starres aboue on hye
Ronne rolling rownd about the skye,
One while with wether fayre and cleere,
Another while with lowring cheere.
Two dayes togither match, and ye
Them like in all poynts shall not see.
The one doth passe more swift away,
The other longer while doth stay.
The one, as though it did vs spyght,
Bereeues vs of the cheerfull lyght:
The other with his color bryght
Doth ioy our hart and dim our sight.
One burnes the world with heate from skyes,
With frost and cold another dyes.
With purple, greene, blew, white, and red
The earth earwhile is ouerspred.
Anon a blast of nipping cold
Maks freshest thinges looke seare and old.
The riuers with their waters moyst
Aboue their bankes are often hoyst,
And passe their bownds with rage so farre,
That they the plowmans hope doe marre.
And afterward they fall within
Their chanells, ronning lank and thin.
And therefore whoso doth him grownd,
On awght that in the world is fownd,
Beneath or in the starrie skyes,
I say I count him nothing wyze.
What then of him is to be sayd,
Whose hope on man is wholly stayd?
Ech liuing creature subiect is
To endlesse inconueniencis:
And yit among them all, the sunne,
In all his course which he doth runne,
Beholdeth not a feebler wyght,
Than man is in his cheefest plyght.
For he that is most wyze and stowt,
Is so beseeged rownd abowt,
And so assayld with vices strong,
That often he is throwen along.
What a foole is he, whose hart
Thinks to be free from wo and smart,
So long as he doth liue on mowld?
But if that any creature wowld
Be sure taccumplish that desire:
He must goe set his hart more higher.
Whereof our maister rightly may
A good example bee that way.

Halfe the Shepherds.
The best I thinke that can be now espyde,
Is for too draw vs one asyde,
That ech of vs may by him selfe alone
Pray God to send our maister which is gone,
A safe returne with gladnesse. gowe.

Halfe the Shepherds.
I will not be behind I trowe.

A pavvse.
Isaac.
My father.

Abraham.
Alas a poore father am I.

Isaac.
Sir here is woode, with fire, and knyfe redy:
But as for sheepe or lambe I see none here.
For you to offer.

Abraham.
O my sonne most deere,
God will prouide. Abide thou heere I say,
While I to God a litle whyle doo pray.

Isaac.
Good father go: but yit I pray you showe
Me whereupon this greef of yours doth growe,
Which doth (I see) so greatly you appall.

Abraham.
At my returne, my sonne, thou shalt know all.
But in the meane tyme pray thy selfe heere too,

Isaac.
It is good reason that I should so doe.
And therewithall I will ech thing addresse,
That first this wood may be in redinesse.
This billet first shall gin the order heere:
Then this, then that shall cloze togither neere.
Thus all these thinges are redie now and prest:
My father shall prouide for all the rest.
And now O God I will aside retyre,
To pray to thee, as reason doth requyre.

Sara.
The more we liue, the more we see, alas,
What life it is that in this world we passe.
Was neuer woman borne vpon the mowld,
That for hir husband or hir yssue could
Hirselfe with me in happinesse compare.
But yit I haue indurde such greefe and care
These last three dayes since they went hence, yt well
I am not able for my life to tell,
Which of the twayne hath greater to me beene,
The former ioy, or present peyne I meene
Which I haue felt these last 3. dayes, since they
Haue bin away: for nother night nor day
Haue I tane rest, bycause my mind doth ronne
On nothing but my husband and my sonne.
And of a truth I was to blame as tho,
In that I suffered them away to goe,
And went not with them. Of the six dayes three,
Alas but three my God, yit passed bee,
And yit three mo my patience still must proue.
Alas my God which seest me from aboue,
Both outwardly and inwardly alway,
Vowtsafe to shorten these three yeeres I say,
For were they much more shorter than they be,
They be not dayes, but moneths & yeeres to me
My God, thy promis putts me out of dowt:
But if thou long delay the falling out,
I feare I shall haue neede of greater strength,
To beare the peyne in holding out at length.
Wherefore my God, now graunt thou vnto me
I may with ioy right soone my husband see,
And eke mine Isaac in mine armes embrace
Returnd in helth and saftie to this place.

Abraham.
O God my God, thou seest my open hart,
And of my thowghts thou seest ech secret part,
So that my cace I neede not to declare.
Thou seest, alas thou seest my wofull care.
Thou onely canst me rid of my diseaze,
By graunting me (if that it might thee pleaze)
One onely thing the which I dare not craue.

Satan.
An other song then this yit must we haue.

Abraham.
What? what? and is it possible that Gods
Behest and deede should euer be at oddes?
Can he deceiue? euen to this present day
He hath kept towche in all that he did say.
And can he now vnsay his word? no, no.
But yit it would ensew he should doe so,
If he my sonne should take away as now.
What say I? O my God, my God, sith thow
Doost bid me, I will doe it. Is it right
That I so sinfull and so wretched wight,
Should fall to scanning of the iudgements
Of thy most perfect pure commaundements?

Satan.
My cace goes ill. O Cowle we must yit find
Some other way tassault this hagards mind.

Abraham.
It maybe that I haue imagined
Amisse: the more it is examined,
The more the cace seemes straūge. It was perchaunce
Some dreame or wicked feend that at a glaunce
Did put this matter in my head for why,
So cruell offrings please not God perdye.
He cursed Cayne for killing of his brother:
And shall I kill myne Isaac and none other?

Satan.
No no. Neuer doe soe.

Abraham.
Alas alas what ment I so to sayne?
Forgiue me, Lord, and pluck me backe agein
From this leawd race wherin my sin gan go:
O Lord my God deliuer me from this wo.
This hand of mine shall certeinly him smight.
For sith it is thy will, it is good right
It should be doone. Wherfore I will obey.

Satan.
But I will keepe you from it if I may.

Abraham.
So doing I should make my God vntrew.
For he hath told me that there should insew,
So great a people out of this my sonne,
As ouer all the earth should spred and ronne.
And therefore if that Isaac once were kild,
I see not how this couenant could be hild.
Alas Lord, hast thou made him thē for nowght?
Alas Lord, is it vaine that thou so oft
Hast promist me such things in Isaake,
As thou wooldst neuer doo for others sake?
Alas and can the things repealed be,
Which thou so oft hast promist vnto me?
Alas and shall my hope haue such an end?
Wherto should then mans hope & trusting tēd?
The summe of all I minded to haue sayd,
Is that to thee I hartily haue prayd,
To giue me yssue: hoping that when thow
Hadst graunted it, I should haue liued now
In ioy and pleasure: but I see full well,
The contrary to my desire befell.
For of my sonns, which were no mo but twayn,
To put away the one my selfe was fayne:
And of the other (O hard extremitee)
Both father I, and tormenter must be,
Yea tormenter, yea tormenter, alas.
But art not thou the selfe same God, which was
Contented fortoo heere me patiently,
When I did pray to thee so instantly,
Euen in the midds of all thy wrath and yre,
When Sodom thou didst mind to burne wt fire?
Now then my God and king, wilt thou say nay,
When for my selfe I vnto thee doe pray?
Whom I begate him must I now deface.
O God, at leastwise graunt me yit this grace.

Satan.
Grace? in my book that word I neuer found.

Abraham.
Some other man my sonne to death may wownd
Alas my Lord, and must this hand of myne
To such a stroke against all kind declyne?
How will it towch his wofull mother neere,
Whē of his violent death she needes shal heere?
If I alledge thy will for my defence,
Who will beleue that thou wilt so dispence?
And if men doe not credit it: what fame
Will fly abrode to my perpetuall shame?
I shall be shund of all men more and lesse,
As paterne of extremest cruelnesse.
And as for thee, who will vnto thee pray,
Or on thy word and promise euer stay?
Alas, may these hore heares of myne abide
The sorrow that is likely to betide?
Haue I alredy past so many daungers,
Haue I so traueld countries that are straūgers,
In heate and cold, in thirst and hunger still,
Continewally obedient to thy will:
Haue I so long time liued lingringly,
Now in the end to dye vnhappily?
O hart of mine, clyue, clyue, asunder clyue:
And linger heere no longer time aliue.
The speedier death, the lesser is the greef.

Satan.
Now is he downe, if God send no releef.

Abraham.
What sayd I? what intend I? O my God
Which didst create and make me of a clod,
Thou art my Lord, and I thy seruant trew.
Out of my natiue countrie thou me drew.
How oftentimes hast thou assured me,
That vnto mine this land should lotted be?
And when thou gaue me Isaac, didst not thow
Most faithfully and constantly auow,
That out of him such ofspring should be bred,
As should this land throughout all ouerspred?
Then if thou wilt needs take him now away,
What should I thereunto ageinst thee say?
He is thine owne, I had him of thy gift.
Take him therfore. Thou knowest best how to shift.
I know thou wilt to life him rayze againe,
Rather than that thy promis should be vaine.
Howbeit Lord, thou knowest I am a man,
No good at all or doo or thinke I can.
But yit thy power which ay is inuincible,
Doth to beleef make all things possible.
Hence flesh, hence fond affections euerychone:
Ye humane passions let me now alone.
Nothing to me is good or reasonable,
Which to Gods will is not agreeable.

Satan.
Well, well, then Isaac shall dye: and wee
What will insew therof shall after see.
O false old hag, thou makste me soft to grone.

Abraham.
See where my sonne walks vp & downe alone.
O silie child! O wretched men, death oft
Within our bosoms lodgeth him full soft,
When furthest of we take him for too be.
And therfore right great need alwaies haue we
To leade such life, as if we fayne would die.
But wotest thou my sonne (alas) what I
Intend to say?

Isaac.
What pleaseth you good father.

Abraham.
Alas, that word doth kill my hart the rather.
Yit must I better corage to me take.
Isaac my sonne: alas my hart doth quake.

Isaac.
Father, me thinks that feare hath you dismayd.

Abraham.
O my deere child: it is as thou hast sayd.
Alas my God.

Isaac.
Sir if it may you pleaze,
Be bold to tell me what doth you diseaze.

Abraham.
Ah my deere child, wist thou what thing it were
Mercie good Lord, thy mercie graunt vs here.
My sonne my sonne, beholdest thou this lyne.
This wood, this fire, and eke this knife of myne?
This geere my Isac serueth all for thee.

Satan.
Of God and nature enmie though I bee:
Yit is this thing so hard a cace to see,
That euen almost it is a greef to mee.

Abraham.
Alas my sonne.

Isaac.
Alas my father deere,
Uppon my knees I humbly pray you heere,
My youthfull yeeres to pitie, if you may.

Abraham.
O of mine age the only staffe and stay,
My derling, O my derling, faine would I
That I for thee a thowsand times might dye:
But God will haue it otherwise as now.

Isaac.
Alas my father, mercie I kry you.
Alas alas I want both tung and hand,
Ageinst you in mine owne defence to stand.
But see, but see my teares for natures sake,
None other fence I can or will now make
Ageinst you. I am Isaac, none other
But Isaac, your only by my mother.
I am your sonne that through your self hath life
And will you let it be bereft with knife?
Howbeit, if you do't to 'bey the Lord,
Then on my knees I humbly doe accord,
To suffer all that euer God and yow,
Shall think expedient for too doo as now.
But yit what deeds, what deeds of mine deserue
This death O God, my God my life preserue.

Abraham.
Alas my sonne, God hath commaunded me
To make an offring vnto him of thee,
To my great greef, to my great greef and pine,
And endlesse wo.

Isaac.
Alas poore mother mine.
How many deathes shall my death giue to thee?
But tell me yit, my killer who shall be?

Abraham.
Who? my deere son! my God my God graunt grace,
That I may dy now presēt in this place.

Isaac.
O father mine.

Abraham.
Alas, no whit that name
Agrees to me, yit should we be to blame
If we obeyd not God.

Isaac.
Sir I am redy.

Satan.
Who would haue thought he would haue bin so stedie?

Isaac.
Now then my father, well I see in deede
That I must dye. Lord help me at my neede.
My God, my God, now strengthen thou my mind
And at thy hand such fauor let me find,
That of my selfe I may the vpper hand
Obteyne, ageinst this sodein death to stand.
Now bind me, kill me, burne me, I am prest
To suffer all, sith God so thinks it best.

Abraham.
Ah what a thing, a what a sight is heere!
Mercie good God, now for thy mercie deere.

Isaac.
Thou Lord hast made me and created me,
Thou Lord vpon the earth hast lodged me,
Thou hast me giuen ye grace to knowledge thee:
Yit haue I not so well obeyed thee
My Lord and God as dewtie doth require:
Which me to pardon lowd I thee desire.
And whereas I to you my Lord and father
Haue not alwaies such honor yeelded rather,
As your great kindnesse did deserue to haue:
Therfore forgiuenesse humbly I doe craue.
My mother: she is now a great way hence,
Wherfore my God vowtsafe hir thy defence,
And so preserue hir through thy speciall grace,
As she no whit be trubbled at my cace. Here Isaac is bovvnd.

Alas, I go to deepe and darksom night:
Farewell as now for ay all worldly light.
But sure I am I shall at Gods hand find
Farre better things than these I leaue behind.
Good father, I am redy at your will.

Satan.
Was neuer child that spake with better skil.
I am ashamde, and therfore take my flight.

Abraham.
Alas my sonne, before thou leaue this light
And that my hand doe giue thvnkindly blowe,
Upon thy mouth let me a kisse bestowe.
Isac my sonne, let this same arme of mine
Which must thee kil, imbrace this neck of thine

Isaac.
With right good will and hartie thankes.

Abraham.
Ye skyes the great gods woork ay glistring in our eyes
Which well haue seene how God (who still is trew)
Did me with frute by Isaac here indew:
And thou O land fiue times to me behight,
Beare witnesse that my fingers doo not smight
This child of mine for hatred or for vengance,
But only for to yeeld my dew obeysance,
To that great God which hath created me,
And all the thinges that liue or moue or be:
Who saues the good that put in him their trust,
And stroyes the bad that serue their wicked lust.
Beare witnesse that I faithfull Abraham,
Through gods great goodnes stil so stedfast am
As notwithstanding all that humane wit
Can say or think, to make me now to flit:
In one beleef I euer doo remaine,
That not one word of God doth happen vaine.
But now my hand, high time it is that thow
Doo gather strength to execute thy vow. Heere the knife falles out of his hand.

That by thy killing of mine only sonne,
Thy deadly stroke may through my hart eke ronne.

Isaac.
What doe I heere?
Alas my father deere!

Abraham.
A, a, a, a.

Isaac.
I am at your will.
Am I now well? your pleasure then fulfill.

Abraham.
Did euer man so piteous cace yit find?
Was euer any frendship yit so kind?
And was there euer yit so piteous cace.
I dye my sonne, I dye before thy face.

Isaac.
Away with all this feare of yours I pray.
Will you from God yit longer time me stay?

Abraham.
Heere he intendeth to stryke him.
Alas who euer yit so stowt a mind
Within so weake a bodie erst did find?
Alas my sonne I prey thee me forgiue
Thy death. It kills me that thou may not liue.

The Angell.
Abraham, Abraham.

Abraham.
My God heere I am.

Angell.
Into the sheath put vp thy knife,
And see thou doe not take his life,
Nor hurt the child in any wyse.
For now I see before mine eyes,
What loue thou bearest to the Lord,
And honor vnto him auord,
In that thou doost so willingly
Thy sonne thus offer euen to dye.

Abraham.
O God.

Isaac.
O God.

Abraham.
O Lord a man may see. Heere he takes the sheepe.

How good it is obedient for to bee
To thee: the cace is fitly furnished.
I will go take him tyed by the head.

Angell.
O Abraham.

Abraham.
Lord heere I am.

Angell.
Thus sayth the Lord, I promis thee
By my eternall maiestie,
And by my Godhead: sith that thow
Hast shewed thy self so willing now,
Me to obey, as to forbeare
Thine only Isaks life: I sweare,
That mawgre Satan to his face,
I will thee blisse and all thy race.
Considrest thou the lighsom skye,
And on the shore the grauell drye?
I will increace thyne ofspring more,
Than starres in heauen, or sand on shore.
Their enmies they shall ouercome,
And of thy bodie one shall come,
By whom my blissing shall spred foorth
On all the nations of the earth.
By him the treasures of my loue
And mightie power, shall from aboue
Be sheaded downe on all mankind,
Bycause thou hast obeyd my mind.