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Scene I
outside the gates of Hell.
1.
Jesus.
Manne on molde, be meke to me,
And haue thy maker in þi mynde,
And thynke howe I haue tholid for þe,
With pereles paynes for to be pyned.
The forward of my Fadir free
Haue I fulfillid, as folke may fynde,
Þer-fore a-boute nowe woll I bee,
Þat I haue bought for to vnbynde.
Þe feende þame wanne with trayne
Thurgh frewte of erthely foode,
I haue þame getyn agayne
Thurgh bying with my bloode.
And haue thy maker in þi mynde,
And thynke howe I haue tholid for þe,
With pereles paynes for to be pyned.
The forward of my Fadir free
Haue I fulfillid, as folke may fynde,
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Þat I haue bought for to vnbynde.
Þe feende þame wanne with trayne
Thurgh frewte of erthely foode,
I haue þame getyn agayne
Thurgh bying with my bloode.
2.
And so I schall þat steede restore,
For whilke þe feende fell for synne,
Þare schalle mankynde wonne euermore,
In blisse þat schall neuere blynne.
All þat in werke my werkemen were
Owte of thare woo I wol þame wynne,
And some signe schall I sende be-fore
Of grace to garre þer gamys be-gynne.
A light I woll þei haue
To schewe þame I schall come sone,
My bodie bidis in graue,
Tille alle thes dedis be done.
For whilke þe feende fell for synne,
Þare schalle mankynde wonne euermore,
In blisse þat schall neuere blynne.
All þat in werke my werkemen were
Owte of thare woo I wol þame wynne,
And some signe schall I sende be-fore
Of grace to garre þer gamys be-gynne.
A light I woll þei haue
To schewe þame I schall come sone,
My bodie bidis in graue,
Tille alle thes dedis be done.
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3.
My Fadir ordand on þis wise
Aftir his will þat I schulde wende,
For to fulfille þe prophicye,
And als I spake my solace to spende.
My frendis þat in me faith affies,
Nowe fro ther fois I schall þame fende,
And on the thirde day ryght vprise,
And so tille heuen I schall assende.
Sithen schall I come agayne
To deme bothe goode and ill,
Tille endles joie or peyne
Þus is my Fadris will.
Aftir his will þat I schulde wende,
For to fulfille þe prophicye,
And als I spake my solace to spende.
My frendis þat in me faith affies,
Nowe fro ther fois I schall þame fende,
And on the thirde day ryght vprise,
And so tille heuen I schall assende.
Sithen schall I come agayne
To deme bothe goode and ill,
Tille endles joie or peyne
Þus is my Fadris will.
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