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Serpens
Heyl Ffayr Wyff and comely dame
þis ffrute to Ete I þe cownselle
take þis Appyl and Ete þis ssame
þis frute is best as I þe telle.
Eua
That appyl to Ete I were to blame
ffrom joy oure lorde wold us expelle
we xuld dye and be put out with schame
in joye of paradyse nevyr more to duelle
God hym self þus sayde
what day of þat frute we Ete
with þese wurdys god dyd us threte
þat we xuld dye our lyff to lete
þerffore I am affrayde.
Serpens
Of þis Appyl yf ȝe wyl byte
Evyn as god is so xal ȝe be
wys of Connyng as I ȝow plyte
lyke on to god in al degre
Sunne and mone and sterrys bryth
ffysch and foule boþe sond and se
at ȝour byddyng bothe day and nyth
all thynge xal be in ȝowre powste
ȝe xal be goddys pere
Take þis appyl in þin hond
and to byte þer of þou ffond
take a nother to þin husbond
þer of haue þou no dwere.
Eua
So wys as god is in his gret mayn
and ffelaw in kunnyng ffayn wold I be.
Serpens
Ete þis Appyl and in certeyn
þat I am trewe sone xalt þou se.
Eva
lysteneth to me sere I ȝow pray
take þis ffayr appyl all in ȝour hond
þer of a mursel byte and a-say
To Ete þis appyl loke þat ȝe fonde
Goddys ffelaw to be al-way
All his wysdam to vndyrstonde
and goddys pere to be ffor Ay
all thyng for to make
both ffysch and foule se and sond
byrd and best watyr and lond
þis appyl þou take out of myn hond
a bete þerof þou take.
Adam
I dare not towch þin hand ffor dred
of oure lord god omnypotent
if I xuld werke after þi reed
of god oure makere I xuld be shent
If þat we do þis synful dede
we xal be ded by goddys jugement
out of þin hand with hasty spede
cast out þat appyl a-non present
ffor fer of goddys threte.
Eva
Of þis appyl yf þou wylt byte
goddys pere þou xalt be pyht
So wys of kunnyng I þe plyht
þis frute yf þou wylt Ete.
Adam
If we it Ete oure self we kylle
as god us told we xuld be ded
to ete þat frute and my lyf to spylle
I dar not do aftyr þi reed.
Eua
A ffayr Aungell þus seyd me tylle
to Ete þat appyl take nevyr no dred
so kunnyng as god in hevyn hille
þou xalt sone be with-inne a sted
þerfore þis frute þou Ete.
Adam
Off goddys wysdam for to lere
and in kunnyng to be his pere
of thyn hand I take it here
and xal sone tast þis mete.
Adam dicit sic
Alas Alas ffor þis fals dede
my flesly frend my fo I fynde
Schameful synne doth us vn-hede
I se vs nakyd be-fore and be-hynde
oure lordys wurd wold we not drede
þerfore we be now caytyvys vn-kynde
oure pore preuytes ffor to hede
Summe ffygge levys fayn wolde I fynde
Ffor to hyde oure schame
Womman ley þis leff on þi pryvyte
And with þis leff I xal hyde me
Gret schame it is vs nakyd to se
Oure lord god þus to grame.
Eva
Alas þat evyr þat speche was spokyn
þat þe fals Aungel seyd on to me
Alas oure makers byddyng is brokyn
Ffor I haue towchyd his owyn dere tre
oure fflescly eyn byn al vnlokyn
nakyd for synne oure sylf we se
þat sory Appyl þat we han sokyn
to deth hath brouth my spouse and me
Ryth grevous is oure synne
of mekyl shame now do we knowe
Alas þat evyr þis Appyl was growe
to dredful deth now be we throwe
in peyne vs evyr to pynne.
Deus
Adam þat with myn handys I made
where art þou now what hast þou wrought.
Adam
A lord for synne oure flourys do ffade
I here þi voys but I se þe nought
Deus
Adam why hast þou synnyd so sone
þus hastyly to breke my bone
And I made þe mayster vndyr mone
Trewly of Euery tre
O tre I kept for my owe
Lyff and deth þer-in I knowe
þi synne fro lyf now þe hath throwe
Ffrom deth þou mayst not fle.
Adam
Lord I haue wrought aȝens þi wyll
I sparyd nat my sylf to spylle
þe woman þat þou toke me tylle
sche brought me þer to
It was here counsell and here reed
sche bad me do þe same deed
I walke as werm with-outyn wede
A-wey is schrowde and sho.
Deus
Womman þat arte þis mannys wyffe
why hast þou steryd ȝour bothers stryffe
now ȝe be ffrom ȝour ffayr lyffe
and are demyd for to deye
Vnwys womman sey me why
þat þou hast don þis fowle foly
and I made þe a gret lady
in paradys for to pleye.
Eua
Lord whan þou wentyst from þis place
A werm with An Aungelys face
he hyth vs to be ful of grace
þe frute yf þat we Ete
I dyd his byddyng Alas Alas
now we be bowndyn in dethis las
I suppose it was sathanas
to peyne he gan vs pete.
Deus
Thou werm with þi wylys wyk
þi fals fablis þei be ful thyk
why hast þou put dethis pryk
in Adam and his wyff
thow þei bothyn my byddyng haue brokyn
out of whoo ȝet art not wrokyn
in helle logge þou xalt be loky
And nevyr mo lacche lyff.
Diabolus
I xal þe sey where ffore and why
I dede hem all þis velony
ffor I am ful of gret envy
Of wreth and wyckyd hate
That man xulde leve above þe sky
where as sum tyme dwellyd I
and now I am cast to helle sty
streyte out at hevyn gate.
Deus
Diabolus
At þi byddyng ffowle I falle
I krepe hom to my stynkyng stalle
helle pyt and hevyn halle
xul do þi byddyng bone
I ffalle down here a ffowle freke
ffor þis ffalle I gynne to qweke
with a ffart my brech I breke
my sorwe comyth ful sone.
Deus
Ffor ȝour synne þat ȝe haue do
out of þis blysse sone xal ȝe go
in erthly labour to levyn in wo
and sorwe þe xal a-tast
Ffor ȝour synne and mys-doyng
An Angell with a swerd brennyng
out of þis joye he xal ȝow dyng
ȝour welth awey is past
Hic recedit deus et angelus seraphicus cum gladio fflammea verberat adam et Euam extra paradisum.
Seraphim
ȝe wrecchis vnkend and ryht vnwyse
out of þis joye hyȝ ȝow in hast
with flammyng swerd ffrom paradyse
to peyn I bete ȝow of care to tast
ȝour myrth is turnyd to carfull syse
ȝour welth with synne a-wey is wast
ffor ȝour ffalse dede of synful gyse
þis blysse I spere ffrom ȝow ryth fast
here-in come ȝe no more
Tyl a chylde of a mayd be born
and vpon þe rode rent and torn
to saue all þat ȝe haue forlorn
ȝour welth for to restore.
Eva
Alas alas and wele away
þat evyr towchyd I þe tre
I wende as wrecch in welsom way
in blake busshys my boure xal be
In paradys is plente of pleye
Ffayr frutys ryth gret plente
þe ȝatys be schet with godys keye
my husbond is lost be-cause of me
leve spowse now þou fonde
Now stomble we on stalk and ston
my wyt a-wey is fro me gon
wrythe on to my necke bon
with hardnesse of þin honde.
Adam
Eva
Alas þat ever we wrought þis synne
oure bodely sustenauns for to wynne
ȝe must delve and I xal spynne
in care to ledyn oure lyff.
Heyl Ffayr Wyff and comely dame
þis ffrute to Ete I þe cownselle
take þis Appyl and Ete þis ssame
þis frute is best as I þe telle.
Eua
That appyl to Ete I were to blame
ffrom joy oure lorde wold us expelle
we xuld dye and be put out with schame
in joye of paradyse nevyr more to duelle
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what day of þat frute we Ete
with þese wurdys god dyd us threte
þat we xuld dye our lyff to lete
þerffore I am affrayde.
Serpens
Of þis Appyl yf ȝe wyl byte
Evyn as god is so xal ȝe be
wys of Connyng as I ȝow plyte
lyke on to god in al degre
Sunne and mone and sterrys bryth
ffysch and foule boþe sond and se
at ȝour byddyng bothe day and nyth
all thynge xal be in ȝowre powste
ȝe xal be goddys pere
Take þis appyl in þin hond
and to byte þer of þou ffond
take a nother to þin husbond
þer of haue þou no dwere.
Eua
So wys as god is in his gret mayn
and ffelaw in kunnyng ffayn wold I be.
Serpens
Ete þis Appyl and in certeyn
þat I am trewe sone xalt þou se.
Eva
To myn husbond with herte fful fayn
þis appyl I bere as þou byddyst me
þis frute to Ete I xal asayn
so wys as god is yf we may be
And goddys pere of myth
To myn husbond I walke my way
and of þis appyl I xal a-say
to make hym to Ete yf þat I may
and of þis ffrewte to byth.
þis appyl I bere as þou byddyst me
þis frute to Ete I xal asayn
so wys as god is yf we may be
And goddys pere of myth
To myn husbond I walke my way
and of þis appyl I xal a-say
to make hym to Ete yf þat I may
and of þis ffrewte to byth.
hic eua reueniet ade viro suo et dicet ei.
My semely spowse and good husbond
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take þis ffayr appyl all in ȝour hond
þer of a mursel byte and a-say
To Ete þis appyl loke þat ȝe fonde
Goddys ffelaw to be al-way
All his wysdam to vndyrstonde
and goddys pere to be ffor Ay
all thyng for to make
both ffysch and foule se and sond
byrd and best watyr and lond
þis appyl þou take out of myn hond
a bete þerof þou take.
Adam
I dare not towch þin hand ffor dred
of oure lord god omnypotent
if I xuld werke after þi reed
of god oure makere I xuld be shent
If þat we do þis synful dede
we xal be ded by goddys jugement
out of þin hand with hasty spede
cast out þat appyl a-non present
ffor fer of goddys threte.
Eva
Of þis appyl yf þou wylt byte
goddys pere þou xalt be pyht
So wys of kunnyng I þe plyht
þis frute yf þou wylt Ete.
Adam
If we it Ete oure self we kylle
as god us told we xuld be ded
to ete þat frute and my lyf to spylle
I dar not do aftyr þi reed.
Eua
A ffayr Aungell þus seyd me tylle
to Ete þat appyl take nevyr no dred
so kunnyng as god in hevyn hille
þou xalt sone be with-inne a sted
þerfore þis frute þou Ete.
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Off goddys wysdam for to lere
and in kunnyng to be his pere
of thyn hand I take it here
and xal sone tast þis mete.
Adam dicit sic
Alas Alas ffor þis fals dede
my flesly frend my fo I fynde
Schameful synne doth us vn-hede
I se vs nakyd be-fore and be-hynde
oure lordys wurd wold we not drede
þerfore we be now caytyvys vn-kynde
oure pore preuytes ffor to hede
Summe ffygge levys fayn wolde I fynde
Ffor to hyde oure schame
Womman ley þis leff on þi pryvyte
And with þis leff I xal hyde me
Gret schame it is vs nakyd to se
Oure lord god þus to grame.
Eva
Alas þat evyr þat speche was spokyn
þat þe fals Aungel seyd on to me
Alas oure makers byddyng is brokyn
Ffor I haue towchyd his owyn dere tre
oure fflescly eyn byn al vnlokyn
nakyd for synne oure sylf we se
þat sory Appyl þat we han sokyn
to deth hath brouth my spouse and me
Ryth grevous is oure synne
of mekyl shame now do we knowe
Alas þat evyr þis Appyl was growe
to dredful deth now be we throwe
in peyne vs evyr to pynne.
Deus
Adam þat with myn handys I made
where art þou now what hast þou wrought.
Adam
A lord for synne oure flourys do ffade
I here þi voys but I se þe nought
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Adam why hast þou synnyd so sone
þus hastyly to breke my bone
And I made þe mayster vndyr mone
Trewly of Euery tre
O tre I kept for my owe
Lyff and deth þer-in I knowe
þi synne fro lyf now þe hath throwe
Ffrom deth þou mayst not fle.
Adam
Lord I haue wrought aȝens þi wyll
I sparyd nat my sylf to spylle
þe woman þat þou toke me tylle
sche brought me þer to
It was here counsell and here reed
sche bad me do þe same deed
I walke as werm with-outyn wede
A-wey is schrowde and sho.
Deus
Womman þat arte þis mannys wyffe
why hast þou steryd ȝour bothers stryffe
now ȝe be ffrom ȝour ffayr lyffe
and are demyd for to deye
Vnwys womman sey me why
þat þou hast don þis fowle foly
and I made þe a gret lady
in paradys for to pleye.
Eua
Lord whan þou wentyst from þis place
A werm with An Aungelys face
he hyth vs to be ful of grace
þe frute yf þat we Ete
I dyd his byddyng Alas Alas
now we be bowndyn in dethis las
I suppose it was sathanas
to peyne he gan vs pete.
Deus
Thou werm with þi wylys wyk
þi fals fablis þei be ful thyk
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in Adam and his wyff
thow þei bothyn my byddyng haue brokyn
out of whoo ȝet art not wrokyn
in helle logge þou xalt be loky
And nevyr mo lacche lyff.
Diabolus
I xal þe sey where ffore and why
I dede hem all þis velony
ffor I am ful of gret envy
Of wreth and wyckyd hate
That man xulde leve above þe sky
where as sum tyme dwellyd I
and now I am cast to helle sty
streyte out at hevyn gate.
Deus
Adam ffor þou þat appyl boot
A-ȝens my byddyng well I woot
Go teyl þi mete with swynk and swoot
in to þi lyvys ende
Goo nakyd vngry and bare ffoot
Ete both erbys gres and root
thy bale hath non other boot
as wrecch in werlde þou wende.
A-ȝens my byddyng well I woot
Go teyl þi mete with swynk and swoot
in to þi lyvys ende
Goo nakyd vngry and bare ffoot
Ete both erbys gres and root
thy bale hath non other boot
as wrecch in werlde þou wende.
womman þou sowtyst þis synnyng
And bad hym breke myn byddyng
þerfore þou xalt ben vndyrlyng
to mannys byddyng bend
what he byddyth þe do þou þat thynge
and bere þi chyldere with gret gronynge
In daungere and in deth dredynge
in to þi lyvys ende.
And bad hym breke myn byddyng
þerfore þou xalt ben vndyrlyng
to mannys byddyng bend
what he byddyth þe do þou þat thynge
and bere þi chyldere with gret gronynge
In daungere and in deth dredynge
in to þi lyvys ende.
Thou wyckyd worm ffull of pryde
ffowle envye syt be þi syde
Vpon þi gutt þou xalt glyde
As werm wyckyd in kende
tyl a mayden in medyl-erth be born
þou ffende I warn þe be-forn
thorwe here þi hed xal be to-torn
On wombe a-wey þou wende.
ffowle envye syt be þi syde
Vpon þi gutt þou xalt glyde
As werm wyckyd in kende
tyl a mayden in medyl-erth be born
þou ffende I warn þe be-forn
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On wombe a-wey þou wende.
Diabolus
At þi byddyng ffowle I falle
I krepe hom to my stynkyng stalle
helle pyt and hevyn halle
xul do þi byddyng bone
I ffalle down here a ffowle freke
ffor þis ffalle I gynne to qweke
with a ffart my brech I breke
my sorwe comyth ful sone.
Deus
Ffor ȝour synne þat ȝe haue do
out of þis blysse sone xal ȝe go
in erthly labour to levyn in wo
and sorwe þe xal a-tast
Ffor ȝour synne and mys-doyng
An Angell with a swerd brennyng
out of þis joye he xal ȝow dyng
ȝour welth awey is past
Hic recedit deus et angelus seraphicus cum gladio fflammea verberat adam et Euam extra paradisum.
Seraphim
ȝe wrecchis vnkend and ryht vnwyse
out of þis joye hyȝ ȝow in hast
with flammyng swerd ffrom paradyse
to peyn I bete ȝow of care to tast
ȝour myrth is turnyd to carfull syse
ȝour welth with synne a-wey is wast
ffor ȝour ffalse dede of synful gyse
þis blysse I spere ffrom ȝow ryth fast
here-in come ȝe no more
Tyl a chylde of a mayd be born
and vpon þe rode rent and torn
to saue all þat ȝe haue forlorn
ȝour welth for to restore.
Eva
Alas alas and wele away
þat evyr towchyd I þe tre
I wende as wrecch in welsom way
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In paradys is plente of pleye
Ffayr frutys ryth gret plente
þe ȝatys be schet with godys keye
my husbond is lost be-cause of me
leve spowse now þou fonde
Now stomble we on stalk and ston
my wyt a-wey is fro me gon
wrythe on to my necke bon
with hardnesse of þin honde.
Adam
Wyff þi wytt is not wurth a rosch
leve woman turne þi thought
I wyl not sle fflescly of my fflesch
Ffor of my flesch þi fflesch was wrought
Oure hap was hard oure wytt was nesch
to paradys whan we were brought
my wepyng xal be longe ffresch
schort lykyng xal be longe bought
no more telle þou þat tale
Ffor yf I xulde sle my wyff
I sclow my self with-owtyn knyff
in helle logge to lede my lyff
with woo in wepyng dale.
leve woman turne þi thought
I wyl not sle fflescly of my fflesch
Ffor of my flesch þi fflesch was wrought
Oure hap was hard oure wytt was nesch
to paradys whan we were brought
my wepyng xal be longe ffresch
schort lykyng xal be longe bought
no more telle þou þat tale
Ffor yf I xulde sle my wyff
I sclow my self with-owtyn knyff
in helle logge to lede my lyff
with woo in wepyng dale.
But lete vs walke forth in to þe londe
with ryth gret labour oure fode to fynde
with delvyng and dyggyng with myn hond
oure blysse to bale and care to-pynde
And wyff to spynne now must þou ffonde
oure nakyd bodyes in cloth to wynde
tyll sum comforth of godys sonde
with grace releve oure careful mynde
Now come go we hens wyff.
with ryth gret labour oure fode to fynde
with delvyng and dyggyng with myn hond
oure blysse to bale and care to-pynde
And wyff to spynne now must þou ffonde
oure nakyd bodyes in cloth to wynde
tyll sum comforth of godys sonde
with grace releve oure careful mynde
Now come go we hens wyff.
Eva
Alas þat ever we wrought þis synne
oure bodely sustenauns for to wynne
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in care to ledyn oure lyff.
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