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ABEL I wolde fayn knowe how I shuld do To serve my Lord God to his plesyng. Therfore Caym, brother, lete us now go Unto oure fadyr withowte lettyng, Suenge hym in vertu and in norture To com to the hyghe joy celestyall, Remembryng to be clene and pure. For in mysrewle, we myth lythly fall Agens Hevyn Kynge. Lete us now don oure dyligens To come to oure faderys presens. Good brother, passe we hens To knowe for oure levynge. CAYM As to my fadyr, lete us now tee To knowe what shal be his talkyng, And yet I holde it but vanyté To go to hym for any spekyng — To lere of his lawe. For if I have good anow plenté, I kan be mery, so mot y the. Thow my fadyr I nevyr se, I gyf not therof an hawe! ABEL Ryth sovereyn fadyr, semely, sad, and sure: Ever we thank yow in hert, body, and thowth And alwey shull whyll oure lyf may indure, As inwardly in hert it kan be sought, Bothe my brother and I. Fadyr, I falle onto youre kne To knowe how we shul rewlyd be, For godys that fallyth bothe hym and me I wolde fayn wete trewly. ADAM Sonys, ye arn — to spekyn naturaly — The fyrst frute of kendely engendrure, Befforn whom — saff youre modyr and I — Were nevyr non of mannys nature. And yit were we al of another portature As ye have me oftyn herd seyd sothly. Wherfore, sonys, yf ye wyl lyff sad and sure: Fyrst, I yow counseyll most syngulerly, God for to love and drede. And suche good as God hath yow sent, The fyrst frute offyr to hym in sacryfice brent, Hym evyr besechyng with meke entent In all youre werkys to save and spede. ABEL Gramercy, fadyr, for youre good doctrine. For as ye us techyn, so shal we do. And as for me, thorwe Goddys grace dyvyne, I wyl forthwith applye me therto. CAYM And thow me be loth, I wyl now also Onto youre counsell, fadyr, me inclyne. And yitt I say now to yow both too, I had levyr gon hom well for to dyne! ADAM Now, God graunt good sacryfice to yow both too. He vowchesaff to acceptyn yow and all myne And geve yow now grace to plesyn hym soo That ye may come to that blysse that hymself is inne With gostly grace: That all youre here levyng May be to his plesyng, And at youre hens partyng To com to good place. [Abell dicit: ABEL Almyhtty God and God ful of myth, Be whom allthing is made of nowth, To thee myn hert is redy dyht; For upon thee is all my thought. O, Sovereyn Lord, reygnyng in eternyté: With all the mekenesse that I kan or may, This lombe shal I offre it up to thee. Accept it, blyssyd Lord, I thee pray. My gyft is but sympyl — this is no nay — But my wyl is good and evyr shal be Thee to servyn and worchepyn both nyht and day. And ther to thi grace grawnt thu me Throwh thi gret mercy Which in a lombys lyknes Thu shalt for mannys wyckydnes Onys ben offeryd in peynfulnes And deyn ful dolfoly. For trewly, Lord, thu art most worthy The best to have in eche degré — Both best and werst ful certeynly — All is had thorwe grace of thee. The best schep full hertyly — Amongys my flok that I kan se — I tythe it to God of gret mercy. And bettyr wold if bettyr myht be, Evyn here is myn offryng. I tythe to thee with ryht good wylle Of the best thu sentyst me tylle. Now, gracyous God on hevyn hille, Accept now my tythyng. CAYM Amongys all folys that gon on grownd I holde that thu be on of the most: To tythe the best — that is not sownd — And kepe the werst — that is nere lost! But I more wysly shal werke this stownde: To tythe the werst and make no bost. Of all my cornys that may be fownde In all my feldys — both crofte and cost — I shal lokyn on every syde. Here I tythe this unthende sheff. Lete God take it or ellys lef. Thow it be to me gret repreff I geve no fors this tyde. ABEL Now Caym, brother, thu dost ful ill, For God thee sent both best and werst; Therfore, thu shewe to hym good wyll And tythe to God evyr of the best! CAYM In feyth thu shewyst now a febyll skyll. It wolde me hyndyr and do me greff What were God the bettyr thu sey me tyll? To gevyn hym awey my best sheff And kepe myself the wers? He wyll neyther ete nor drynke, For he doth neyther swete nor swynke. Thu shewest a febyl reson, methynke. What, thu fonnyst as a best, I gesse! ABEL Yit me thynkyth my wyt is good: To God evermore sum love to shewe, Of whom we have oure dayly food, And ellys we had but lytyl drewe. CAYM Yitt methynkeht thi wytt is wood, For of thi lore I fynde but fewe. I wyll neverthemore chawnge my mood, For no wordys that thu dost shewe — I sey I wyll tythe the werst! ABEL Now, God that syt in hefne above, On whom is sett all myn hool love This wyckyd wyll from thee he showe As it plesyth hym best. |
gladly; (see note); (t-note) father without delay; (see note) Paying homage to him; upbringing; (t-note) misconduct; might easily Away from Heaven’s (i.e., hasten) father’s let’s go learn how to live; (see note) father; go advice (t-note) talk learn enough i.e., provided that I prosper Though my father a hawthorn (i.e., I don’t care) father; wise heart; thought shall while As sincerely By both Father; at your knees be governed goods that come to know truly humanly speaking natural procreation save your mother of humankind likeness; (see note); (t-note) live soberly particularly fear burnt humble works; prosper Many thanks through God’s; (t-note) though I hate to receive both of you would rather give spiritual life here; (t-note) Abel says might; (see note) By; everything; nought ready to offer (t-note) lamb there’s no denying (t-note) through lamb’s; (see note) man’s Once be die very painfully through sheep to me the foolish; live on earth; (see note) one of ruinous right now grain here and there look worthless sheaf leave it reproof I don’t care feeble reasoning; (see note) cause me grief say to me To give; sheaf; (see note) sweat nor toil act as foolishly; beast judgment (t-note) Or else; scarcely any food I think; crazy doctrine; few [people] mind Heaven all my love (t-note) |
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CAYM Herke, Abel, brother, what aray is this? Thy tythyng brennyth as fyre ful bryght! It is to me gret wondyr, iwys! I trow this is now a straunge syght. ABEL Goddys wyll, forsothe, it is That my tythyng with fyre is lyth. For of the best were my tythis And of the werst thu dedyst hym dyght. Bad thyng thu hym bede! Of the best was my tythyng, And of the werst was thin offryng. Therfor, God Almyghty, Hevyn Kyng Alowyht ryht nowth thi dede. CAYM What, thu stynkyng losel, and is it so? Doth God thee love and hatyht me? Thu shalt be ded! I shal thee slo! Thi Lord, thi God, thu shalt nevyr se! Tythyng more shalt thu nevyr do. With this chavyl bon I shal sle thee! Thi deth is dyht — thi days be go. Out of myn handys, shalt thu not fle! With this strok, I thee kylle! Now, this boy is slayn and dede. Of hym I shal nevyr more han drede. He shal hereafter nevyr ete brede. With this gresse I shal hym hylle. DEUS Caym! Come forth and answere me! Asoyle my qwestyon anon ryght. Thy brother, Abel, wher is now he? Ha don, and answere me as tyght! CAYM My brothers kepere ho made me? Syn whan was I his kepyng knyght? I kannot telle where that he be. To kepe hym was I nevyr dyght. I know not wher he is. DEUS A! Cursyd Caym, thu art untrewe, And for thi dede, thu shalt sore rewe. Thi brothers blood that thu slewe Askyht vengeauns of thi mys. Thu shalt be cursyd on the grounde, Unprophitable whereso thu wende, Both veyn and nowthty and nothyng sounde. With what thing thu medele, thu shalt it shende. CAYM Alas, in whoo now am I wounde, Acursyd of God as man unkende! Of any man yf I be founde, He shal me slo — I have no frende! Alas, and weleaway! DEUS Of what man that thu be sclayn, He shal have sefne-folde more payn. Hym were bettyr nevyr to be sayn On lyve be nyth, ne day. CAYM Alas, alas, whedyr may I go? I dare nevyr se man in the vesage. I am woundyn as a wrecch in wo And cursyd of God for my falsage. Unprofytabyl and vayn also In felde and town, in strete and stage — I may nevyr make merthis mo. I wot nevyr whedyr to take passage. I dare not here abyde. Now wyl I go, wende my way — With sore syeng and welaway — To loke where that I best may From mannys syht me hyde. |
what is going on indeed I swear God’s; truly lit tithes did; offer him offered your Allowed not scoundrel hates slay Jawbone; (see note) set; gone kill (see note) have dread (t-note) grass; hide Answer; right now (see note) Hurry up; now brother’s; who Since when; keeper appointed regret brother’s sin on earth; (see note) thou go worthless do; destroy in woe wicked By anyone slay Woe is me Seven; (t-note) to be seen; (t-note) Alive by night, nor by (see note) look anyone; face wrapped falsehood; (t-note) (see note) have mirth I’ll never know make my way sighing and moaning; (t-note) man’s; (t-note) |