[fol. 7v] NOAH 5 10 15 20 25 30 35 40 45 50 55 60 65 [fol. 8r] 70 75 80 85 90 95 100 GOD 106 110 115 120 125 130 135 [fol. 8v] 140 145 150 155 160 165 170 175 180 185 190 195 200 [fol. 9r] 205 210 215 220 225 230 NOAH 236 240 GOD 245 NOAH 250 255 GOD 260 NOAH 265 270 [fol. 9v] 275 WIFE 280 285 NOAH WIFE 290 295 300 305 310 NOAH WIFE 316 NOAH 320 WIFE 325 NOAH WIFE NOAH 331 WIFE NOAH 335 340 WIFE 345 NOAH WIFE 351 NOAH [fol. 10r] 355 360 365 370 375 380 385 390 395 400 405 410 415 420 425 WIFE NOAH 431 WIFE NOAH 435 440 445 450 WIFE 455 NOAH SON 1 461 SON 2 SON 3 466 WIFE NOAH 470 WIFE 476 480 NOAH 485 WIFE 490 NOAH 496 500 [fol. 11r] 505 WIFE 511 WOMAN 1 WOMAN 2 516 WIFE 520 WOMAN 3 NOAH WIFE 526 530 NOAH WIFE 535 NOAH 540 WIFE NOAH 546 WIFE NOAH 551 WIFE NOAH 556 WIFE NOAH WIFE 561 565 570 NOAH 575 580 [fol. 11v] WIFE 585 NOAH WIFE 591 NOAH 595 WIFE SON 1 600 SON 2 SON 3 NOAH 606 WIFE 611 NOAH WIFE 615 NOAH 620 WIFE 624 NOAH WIFE 630 NOAH 635 640 645 650 WIFE 655 NOAH 661 WIFE NOAH 665 WIFE NOAH WIFE 671 NOAH WIFE 676 NOAH 680 WIFE NOAH 685 690 WIFE 695 NOAH 700 705 710 WIFE NOAH 715 720 WIFE NOAH 725 730 WIFE 735 NOAH 741 [fol. 12v] 745 WIFE 750 SON 1 756 SON 2 SON 3 760 NOAH 765 WIFE 770 NOAH 775 780 WIFE NOAH 786 790 WIFE NOAH 795 800 805

Noah God Wife Son 1 Son 2 Son 3 Woman 1 Woman 2 Woman 3 Processus Noe cum filiis. Wakefeld 1 Myghtfull God veray, Maker of all that is, Thre persons, withoutten nay, Oone God in endles blis, Thou maide both nyght and day, Beest, fowle, and fysh; All creatures that lif may Wroght thou at thi wish As thou wel myght. The son, the moyne, verament, Thou maide the firmament, The sternes also full fervent To shyne thou maide ful bright. Angels thou maide ful even, All orders that is, To have the blis in heven; This did thou more and les, Full mervelus to neven. Yit was ther unkyndnes More bi foldys seven Then I can well expres, Forwhi Of all angels in brightnes God gaf Lucifer most lightnes, Yit prowdly he flyt his des, And set hym even Hym by. 2 He thoght hymself as worthi As Hym that hym made, In brightnes, in bewty. Therfor He hym degrade, Put hym in a low degré Soyn after, in a brade, Hym and all his menye, Wher he may be unglad. Forever Shall thay never wyn away Hence unto domysday, Bot burne in bayle for ay, Shall thay never dyssever. Soyne after, that gracyous lord To his liknes maide man, That place to be restord Even as he began. Of the Trinité bi accord Adam and Eve that woman, To multiplie without discord, In Paradise put he thaym, And sithen to both Gaf in commaundement On the Tre of Life to lay no hend, Bot yit the fals feynd Made hym with man wroth, Entysyd man to glotony, Styrd him to syn in pride. Bot in Paradise securly Myght no syn abide, And therfor man full hastely Was put out in that tyde In wo and wandreth for to be In paynes full unrid To knowe. Fyrst in erth and sythen in hell With feyndys for to dwell, Bot he his mercy mell To those that will hym trawe. Oyle of mercy he hus hight, As I have hard red, To every lifyng wight That wold luf hym and dred; Bot now before his sight Every liffyng leyde Most party day and nyght Syn in word and dede Full bold, Som in pride, ire, and envy, Som in covetous and glotyny, Som in sloth and lechery, And otherwise manyfold. Therfor I drede lest God On us will take veniance, For syn is now alod Without any repentance. Sex hundreth yeris and od Have I, without distance, In erth as any sod Liffyd with grete grevance Allway, And now I wax old, Seke, sory, and cold, As muk apon mold I widder away. Bot yit will I cry For mercy, and call: Noe, thi servant am I, Lord over all; Therfor me and my fry Shal with me fall Save from velany, And bryng to thi hall In heven, And kepe me from syn This warld within. Comly kyng of mankyn, I pray thee, here my stevyn. Syn I have maide all thyng That is liffand, Duke, emperour and kyng With myne awne hand, For to have thare likyng Bi see and bi sand, Every man to my bydyng Shuld be bowand Full fervent That maide man sich a creatoure, Farest of favoure, Man must luf me paramoure By reson, and repent. Me thoght I shewed man luf When I made hym to be All angels abuf, Like to the Trynyté, And now in grete reprufe. Full low ligys he, In erth hymself to stuf With syn that displeasse me Most of all. Veniance will I take In erth for syn sake, My grame thus will I wake Both of grete and small. I repente full sore That ever maide I man; Bi me he settys no store And I am his soferan. I will distroy therfor Both beest, man, and woman; All shall perish, les and more. That bargan may thay ban That ill has done. In erth I se right noght Bot syn that is unsoght; Of those that well has wroght Fynd I bot a fone. Therfor shall I fordo All this medill erd With floodys that shall flo And ryn with hidous rerd. I have good cause therto, For me no man is ferd. As I say shal I do: Of veniance draw my swerd And make end Of all that beris life, Sayf Noe and his wife, For thay wold never stryfe With me then me offend. Hym to mekill wyn, Hastly will I go To Noe my servand, or I blyn, To warn hym of his wo. In erth I se bot syn Reynand to and fro Emang both more and myn, Ichon other fo With all thare entent. All shall I fordo With floodys that shall floo; Wirk shall I thaym wo That will not repent. Noe, my freend, I thee commaund From cares thee to keyle, A ship that thou ordand Of nayle and bord ful wele. Thou was alway well wirkand, To me trew as stele, To my bydyng obediand; Frendship shal thou fele To mede. Of lennthe thi ship be Thre hundreth cubettys, warn I thee, Of heght even thrirté Of fyfty als in brede. Anoynt thi ship with pik and tar Without and als within, The water out to spar; This is a noble gyn. Look no man thee mar. Thre chese chambres begyn; Thou must spend many a spar This wark or thou wyn To end fully. Make in thi ship also Parloures, oone or two, And houses of offyce mo For beestys that ther must be. Oone cubite on hight A wyndo shal thou make, On the syde a doore, with slyght, Beneyth shal thou take. With thee shal no man fyght, Nor do thee no kyn wrake. When all is doyne thus right, Thi wife that is thi make Take in to thee; Thi sonnes of good fame, Sem, Japhet, and Came, Take in also hame, Thare wifys also thre. For all shal be fordone That lif in land bot ye With floodys that from abone Shal fall, and that plenté. It shall begyn full sone To rayn uncessantlé After dayes seven be done, And induyr dayes fourty Withoutten fayll. Take to thi ship also Of ich kynd beestys two, Mayll and femayll, bot no mo Or thou pull up thi sayll. For thay may thee avayll When al this thyng is wroght, Stuf thi ship with vitayll, For hungre that ye perish noght, Of beestys, foull, and catayll, For thaym have thou in thoght. For thaym is my counsayll That som socour be soght, In hast: Thay must have corn and hay And oder mete always. Do now as I thee say, In the name of the Holy Gast. A, benedicité! What art thou that thus Tellys afore that shall be? Thou art full mervelus. Tell me for charité Thi name so gracius. My name is of dignyté And also full glorius To knowe: I am God most myghty, Oone God in Trynyty Made thee and ich man to be; To luf me well thou awe. I thank thee, Lord so dere, That wold vowchsayf Thus low to appere To a symple knafe. Blis us, Lord, here, For charité I hit crafe, The better may we stere The ship that we shall hafe, Certayn. Noe, to thee and to thi fry My blyssyng graunt I. Ye shall wax and multiply And fill the erth agane When all thise floodys ar past And fully gone away. Lord, homward will I hast As fast as that I may. My wife will I frast What she will say, And I am agast That we get som fray Betwixt us both, For she is full tethee, For litill oft angré; If anythyng wrang be Soyne is she wroth. Tunc perget ad uxorem: 3 God spede, dere wife, How fayre ye? Now as ever myght I thryfe The wars I thee see. Do tell me, belife, Where has thou thus long be? To dede may we dryfe Or lif, for thee, For want. When we swete or swynk Thou dos what thou thynk, Yit of mete and of drynk Have we veray skant. Wife, we ar hard sted With tythyngys new. Bot thou were worthi be cled In Stafford blew, For thou art alway adred, Be it fals or trew. Bot God knowes I am led, And that may I rew, Full ill. For I dar be thi borow From even unto morow; Thou spekys ever of sorow — God send thee onys thi fill. We women may wary All ill husbandys. I have oone, bi Mary, That lowsyd me of my bandys. 4 If he teyn I must tary, Howsoever it standys, With seymland full sory, Wryngand both my handys For drede; Bot yit otherwhile, What with gam and with gyle, I shall smyte and smyle And qwite hym his mede. Wé, hold thi tong, ramskyt, Or I shall thee still. By my thryft, if thou smyte I shal turne thee untill. We shall assay as tyte. Have at thee, Gill! Apon the bone shal it byte. A, so, Mary — thou smytys ill! Bot I suppose I shal not in thi det Flyt of this flett. Take thee ther a langett To tye up thi hose. A, wilt thou so? Mary, that is myne. Thou shal thre for two, I swere bi Godys pyne, And I shall qwyte thee tho In fayth or syne. Out apon thee, ho! Thou can both byte and whyne With a rerd. For all if she stryke, Yit fast will she skryke. In fayth I hold none slyke In all medill erd. Bot I will kepe charyté For I have at do. Here shal no man tary thee; I pray thee, go to. Full well may we mys thee, As ever have I ro; To spyn will I dres me. Wé, farewell, lo. Bot wife, Pray for me beselé To eft I com unto thee. Even as thou prays for me, As ever myght I thrife. I tary full lang Fro my warke, I traw. Now my gere will I fang And thederward draw; I may full ill gang, The soth for to knaw; Bot if God help amang I may sit downe daw To ken. 5 Now assay will I How I can of wrightry, In nomine patris, et filii, Et spiritus sancti. Amen. 6 To begyn, of this tree My bonys will I bend. I traw from the Trynyté Socoure will be send. It fayres full fayre, thynk me, This wark to my hend. Now blissid be he That this can amend. Lo, here the lenght, Thre hundreth cubettys evenly; Of breed, lo, is it fyfty; The heght is even thyrty Cubettys full strenght. Now my gowne will I cast And wyrk in my cote. Make will I the mast Or I flyt oone foote. A, my bak I traw will brast! This is a sory note. Hit is wonder that I last, Sich an old dote, All dold, To begyn sich a wark. My bonys ar so stark, No wonder if thay wark, For I am full old. The top and the sayll Both will I make; The helme and the castell Also will I take. To drife ich a nayll Will I not forsake This gere may never fayll, That dar I undertake Onone. This is a nobull gyn: Thise nayles so thay ryn Thoro more and myn Thise bordys ichon. Wyndow and doore Even as he saide; Thre ches chambre, Thay ar well maide, Pyk and tar full sure Ther apon laide. This will ever endure, Therof am I paide, Forwhy It is better wroght Then I coude haif thoght. Hym that maide all of noght I thank oonly. Now will I hy me, And nothyng be leder, My wife and my meneye To bryng even heder. Tent hedir tydely, Wife, and consider: Hens must us fle, All sam togeder, In hast. Whi, syr, what alis you? Who is that asalis you? To fle it avalis you And ye be agast. Ther is garn on the reyll Other, my dame. Tell me that ich a deyll, Els get ye blame. He that cares may keill, Blissid be his name; He has for oure seyll To sheld us fro shame, And sayd All this warld aboute With floodys so stoute, That shall ryn on a route, Shall be overlaide. He saide all shall be slayn Bot oonely we, Oure barnes that ar bayn, And thare wifys thre. A ship he bad me ordayn To safe us and oure fee; Therfor with all oure mayn Thank we that fre, Beytter of bayll. Hy us fast; go we thedir. I wote never whedir; I dase and I dedir For ferd of that tayll. Be not aferd; have done. Trus sam oure gere That we be ther or none Without more dere. It shall be done full sone; Brether, help to bere. Full long shall I not hoyne To do my devere. Brether, sam. Without any yelp, At my myght shall I help. Yit for drede of a skelp, Help well thi dam. Now ar we there As we shuld be. Do get in oure gere, Oure catall and fe, In to this vessell here, My chylder fre. I was never bard ere, As ever myght I thé, In sich an oostré as this. In fath I cannot fynd Which is before, which is behynd. Bot shall we here be pynd, Noe, as have thou blis? Dame, as it is skill, Here must us abide grace. Therfor, wife, with good will Com into this place. Sir, for Jak nor for Gill Will I turne my face Till I have on this hill Spon a space On my rok. Well were he myght get me. Now will I downe set me; Yit reede I no man let me For drede of a knok. Behold to the heven: The cateractes all, Thai ar open full even, Grete and small, And the planettys seven Left has thare stall. Thise thoners and levyn Downe gar fall Full stout Both halles and bowers, Castels and towres. Full sharp ar thise showers That renys aboute. Therfor, wife, have done; Com into ship fast. Yei, Noe, go cloute thi shone; The better will thai last. Good moder, com in sone, For all is overcast, Both the son and the mone. And many wynd blast Full sharp Thise floodys so thay ryn. Therfor, moder, come in. In fayth, yit will I spyn; All in vayn ye carp. If ye like ye may spyn, Moder, in the ship. Now is this twyys com in, Dame, on my frenship. Wheder I lose or I wyn, In fayth, thi felowship Set I not at a pyn. This spyndill will I slip Apon this hill Or I styr oone fote. Peter, I traw we dote. Without any more note, Com in, if ye will. Yei, water nyghys so nere That I sit not dry; Into ship with a byr, Therfor, will I hy, For drede that I drone here. Dame, securly, It bees boght full dere Ye abode so long by Out of ship. I will not for thi bydyng Go from doore to mydyng. In fayth, and for youre long taryyng Ye shal lik on the whyp. Spare me not, I pray thee, Bot even as thou thynk Thise grete wordys shall not flay me. Abide, dame, and drynk, For betyn shall thou be With this staf to thou stynk. Ar strokys good? say me. What say ye, Wat Wynk? Speke! Cry me mercy, I say. Therto say I nay. Bot thou do, bi this day, Thi hede shall I breke. Lord, I were at ese And hertely full hoylle, Might I onys have a measse Of wedows coyll. For thi saull, without lese, Shuld I dele penny doyll. So wold mo, no frese, That I se on this sole Of wifys that ar here, For the life that thay leyd, Wold thare husbandys were dede; For as ever ete I brede, So wold I oure syre were. Yee men that has wifys, Whyls they ar yong, If ye luf youre lifys, Chastice thare tong. Me thynk my hert ryfys, Both levyr and long, To se sich stryfys Wedmen emong; Bot I, As have I blys, Shall chastyse this. Yit may ye mys, Nicholl Nedy. I shall make thee still as stone, Begynnar of blunder. I shall bete thee, bak and bone, And breke all in sonder. Out, alas! I am gone. Oute apon thee, mans wonder! Se how she can grone And I lig under. Bot wife, In this hast let us ho, For my bak is nere in two. And I am bet so blo That I may not thryfe. A, whi fare ye thus, Fader and moder both? Ye shuld not be so spitus, Standyng in sich a woth. Thise ar so hidus With many a cold coth. We will do as ye bid us. We will no more be wroth, Dere barnes. Now to the helme will I hent And to my ship tent. I se on the firmament, Me thynk, the seven starnes. This is a grete flood; Wife, take hede. So me thoght as I stode, We ar in grete drede, Thise wawghes ar so wode. Help, God, in this nede. As thou art stereman good, And best, as I rede, Of all, Thou rewle us in this rase, As thou me behete hase. This is a perlous case; Help, God, when we call! Wife, tent the stere-tre And I shall asay The depnes of the see That we bere, if I may. That shall I do ful wysely. Now go thi way, For apon this flood have we Flett many day With pyne. Now the water will I sownd: A, it is far to the grownd. This travell I expownd Had I to tyne. Above all hillys bedeyn The water is rysen late Cubettys fyfteyn, Bot in a highter state It may not be, I weyn. For this well I wate: This fourty dayes has rayn beyn; It will therfor abate, Full lele. This water in hast Eft will I tast. Now am I agast; It is wanyd a grete dele. Now ar the weders cest And cateractes knyt, 7 Both the most and the leest. Methynk bi my wit The son shynes in the eest; Lo, is not yond it? We shuld have a good feest Were thise floodys flyt, So spytus. We have been here, all we, Thre hundreth dayes and fyfty. Yei, now wanys the see. Lord, well is us. The thryd tyme will I prufe What depnes we bere. How long shall thou hufe; Lay in thy lyne there. I may towch with my lufe The grownd evyn here. Then begynnys to grufe To us mery chere. Bot husband, What grownd may this be? The hyllys of Armonye. Now blissid be he That thus for us can ordand. I see toppys of hyllys he, Many at a syght; No thyng to let me, The wedir is so bright. Thise ar of mercy Tokyns full right. Dame, thi counsell me: What fowll best myght And cowth With flight of wyng Bryng, without taryying, Of mercy som tokynyng, Ayther bi north or southe? For this is the fyrst day Of the tent moyne. The ravyn, durst I lay, Will com agane sone; As fast as thou may, Cast hym furth, have done. He may happyn today Com agane or none With grath. I will cast out also Dowfys, oone or two; Go youre way, go. God send you som wathe. Now ar thise fowles flone Into seyr countré. Pray we fast ichon, Kneland on oure kne, To hym that is alone Worthiest of degré, That he wold send anone Oure fowles som fee To glad us. Thai may not fayll of land; The water is so wanand. Thank we God all-weldand, That Lord that made us. It is a wonder thyng, Me thynk, sothlé Thai ar so long taryyng, The fowles that we Cast out in the mornyng. Syr, it may be Thai tary to thay bryng. 8 The ravyn is a hungrye Allway; He is without any reson, And he fynd any caryon, As peraventure may befon, He will not away. The dowfe is more gentill; Her trust I untew, Like unto the turtill, For she is ay trew. Hence bot a litill She commys — lew, lew! She bryngys in her bill Som novels new. Behald, It is of an olif tre, A branch, thynkys me. It is soth, perdé, Right so is it cald. Doufe, byrd full blist, Fayre myght thee befall. Thou art trew for to trist As ston in the wall. Full well I it wist Thou wold com to thi hall. A trew tokyn ist We shall be savyd all, Forwhi The water, syn she com, Of depnes plom Is fallen a fathom And more, hardely. Thise floodys ar gone, Fader, behold! Ther is left right none And that be ye bold. As still as a stone Oure ship is stold. Apon land here anone That we were, fayn I wold. My childer dere, Sem, Japhet, and Cam, With gle and with gam Com, go we all sam; We will no longer abide here. Here have we beyn, Noy, long enogh With tray and with teyn And dreed mekill wogh. Behald on this greyn: Nowder cart ne plogh Is left, as I weyn; Nowder tre then bogh Ne other thyng, Bot all is away. Many castels, I say, Grete townes of aray, Flitt has this flowyng. Thise floodys not afright All this warld so wide Has mevid with myght On se and bi side. To dede ar thai dyght, Prowdist of pryde, Everich a wyght That ever was spyde With syn; All ar thai slayn And put unto payn. From thens agayn May thai never wyn. Wyn? No, iwis, Bot he that myght hase Wold myn of thare mys And admytte thaym to grace. As he in bayll is blis, I pray hym in this space, In heven hye with his, To purvaye us a place That we, With his santys in sight And his angels bright, May com to his light. Amen, for charité. Explicit processus Noe; sequitur Abraham. 9

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