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ABRAHAM Grett God, that alle this world has wrought
And wisely wote both gud and ille,
I thanke hym thraly in my thoght
Of alle his lave he lens me tille.
That thus fro barenhede has me broghte,
A hundereth wynter to fulfille,
Thou graunte me myght so that I mowght
Ordan my werkis aftir thi wille,
For in this erthely lyffe
Ar non to God more boune
Then is I and my wyffe,
For frenshippe we have foune.
Unto me tolde God on a tyde
Wher I was telde under a tree,
He saide my seede shulde be multyplyed
Lyke to the gravell of the see,
And als the sternes wer strewed wyde,
So saide he that my seede schuld be;
And bad I shulde be circumcicyd
To fulfille the lawe: thus lernynde he me.
In worlde wherso we wonne
He sendes us richeys ryve.
Als ferre as schynes the sonne,
He is stynter of stryve.
Abram first named was I,
And sythen he sette a sylypp ma,
And my wiffe hyght Sarae
And sythen was scho named Sara.
But Sara was uncertan thanne
That evere oure seede shulde sagates yelde
Because hirselfe sho was barrane,
And we wer bothe gone in grete eelde.
But scho wroght as a wyse woman.
To have a barne us for to beelde,
Hir servand prevely sho wan
Unto my bede my wille to welde.
Sone aftir than befelle
When God oure dede wolde dight,
Sho broght forthe Esmaell,
A sone semely to sight.
Than aftirward when we waxed alde,
My wyffe scho felle in feere for same,
Oure God nedes tythynges tyll us talde
Wher we wer in oure house at hame,
Tille have a sone we shulde be balde,
And Isaak shulde be his name,
And his seede shulde springe manyfalde.
Gyff I were blythe, who wolde me blame,
And for I trowed this tythynge
That God talde to me thanne,
The grounde and the begynnyng
Of trowthe that tyme beganne.
Nowe awe I gretely God to yeelde
That so walde telle me his entente,
And noght gaynestandyng oure grete eelde,
A semely sone he has us sente.
Now is he wight hymselfe to welde
And fra me is all wightnes wente;
Therfore sall he be my beelde.
I lowe hym that this lane has lente,
For he may stynte oure stryve
And fende us fro alle ill.
I love hym as my liff
With all myn herte and will.
ANGELUS Abraham, Abraham!
ABRAHAM Loo, I am here.
ANGELUS Nowe bodeword unto thee I brynge:
God wille assaye thi wille and cheere,
Giffe thou wille bowe tylle his byddyng.
Isaak, thi sone, that is thee dere,
Whom thou loves over alle thyng,
To the lande of Vyssyon wende in feere,
And there of hym thou make offering.
I sall thee shewe fulle sone
The stede of sacrifice.
God wille this dede be done,
And therfore thee avise.
ABRAHAM Lord God, that lens aylastand light,
This is a ferly fare to feele;
Tille have a sone semely to sight,
Isaak, that I love full wele.
He is of eelde, to reken right,
Thyrty yere and more sumdele,
And unto dede hym buse be dight:
God has saide me so for my seele,
And biddis me wende on all wise
To the lande of Vysioune
Ther to make sacryfice
Of Isaak that is my sone.
And that is hythyn thre daies jornay,
The ganeste gate that I gane goo,
And sertis, I sall noght say hym nay
If God commaunde myself to sloo.
Bot to my sone I will noght saye
Bot take hym and my servantis twoo,
And with our asse wende forthe our waye.
As God has said, it sall be soo.
Isaak, sone, I undirstande
To wildirnesse now wende will we
Tharefore to make oure offerand,
For so has God comaunded me.
ISAAC Fadir, I am evere at youre wille,
As worthy is withowten trayne,
Goddis comaundement to fulfille
Awe all folke forto be fayne.
ABRAHAM Sone, thou sais me full gode skille,
Bott alle the soth is noght to sayne.
Go we sen we sall thertille,
I praye God send us wele agayne.
ISAAC Childir, lede forthe oure asse
With wode that we sall bryne;
Even as God ordand has
To wyrke we will begynne.
I FAMULUS Att youre biddyng we wille be bowne
What way in worlde that ye wille wende.
II FAMULUS Why, sall we trusse ought forthe a towne
In any uncouthe lande to lende?
I FAMULUS I hope tha have in this sessoune
Fro God of hevyn sum solayce sende.
II FAMULUS To fulfille yt is goode reasoune,
And kyndely kepe that he has kende.
I FAMULUS Bott what thei mene certayne
Have I na knowlage clere.
II FAMULUS It may noght gretely gayne
To move of swilke matere.
ABRAHAM No, noye you noght in no degré
So for to deme here of oure dede,
For als God comaunded so wirke wille we
Untill his tales us bus take hede.
I FAMILIUS All thos that wille his servandis be,
Ful specially he wille thaym spede.
ISAAC Childir, with all the myght in me
I lowe that Lorde of ilke a lede
And wirshippe hym certayne;
My will is evere unto.
II FAMILIUS God giffe you myght and mayne
Right here so for to doo.
ABRAHAM Sone, yf oure Lord God Almyghty
Of myselfe walde have his offerande,
I wolde be glade for hym to dye,
For all oure heele hyngis in his hande.
ISAAC Fadir, forsuth, ryght so walde I,
Lever than lange to leve in lande.
ABRAHAM A, sone, thu sais full wele, forthy
God geve thee grace gratthely to stande.
Childir, bide ye here still.
No ferther sall ye goo,
For yondir I se the hill
That we sall wende untoo.
ISAAC Kepe wele oure asse and all oure gere
To tyme we come agayne you till.
ABRAHAM My sone, this wode behoves thee bere
Till thou come high uppon yone hill.
ISAAC Fadir, that may do no dere
Goddis comaundement to fullfyll,
For fra all wathes he will us were
Wharso we wende to wirke his wille.
ABRAHAM A, sone, that was wele saide.
Lay doune that woode even here
Tille oure auter be grathide.
And, my sone, make goode cheere.
ISAAC Fadir, I see here woode and fyre,
Bot wherof sall oure offerand be?
ABRAHAM Sertis, son, gude God oure suffraynd syre
Sall ordayne it in goode degré,
For sone, and we do his dessyre,
Full gud rewarde tharfore gette wee.
In hevyn ther mon we have oure hyre,
For unto us so hight has hee.
Therfore, sone, lete us praye
To God, bothe thou and I,
That we may make this daye
Oure offerand here dewly.
Grete God that all this worlde has wrought
And grathely governes goode and ill,
Thu graunte me myght so that I mowght
Thy comaundementis to fullfill.
And gyffe my flessche groche or greve oght
Or sertis my saule assentte thertill,
To byrne all that I hydir broght
I sall noght spare yf I shulde spille.
ISAAC Lorde God, of grete pousté,
To wham all pepull prayes,
Graunte bothe my fadir and me
To wirke thi wille allweyes.
But, fadir, nowe wolde I frayne full fayne
Wharof oure offerand shulde be grathid?
ABRAHAM Sertis, sone, I may no lengar layne,
Thyselfe shulde bide that bittir brayde.
ISAAC Why, fadir, will God that I be slayne?
ABRAHAM Ya suthly, sone, so has he saide.
ISAAC And I sall noght grouche ther agayne;
To wirke his wille I am wele payed.
Sen it is his desire
I sall be bayne to be
Brittynd and brent in fyre,
And therfore morne noght for me.
ABRAHAM Nay, sone, this gatis most nedis be gone,
My Lord God will I noght gaynesaye,
Nor never make mornys nor mone
To make offerand of thee this day.
ISAAC Fadir, sen God oure Lorde allane
Vowchesaffe to sende when ye gon praye
A sone to you whan ye had nane,
And nowe will that he wende his waye,
Therfore faynde me to fell
Tille offerand in this place,
But firste I sall you telle
My counsaille in this case.
I knaw myselfe be cours of kynde,
My flessche for dede will be dredande;
I am ferde that ye sall fynde
My force youre forward to withstande.
Therfore is beste that ye me bynde
In bandis faste, boothe fute and hande.
Nowe whillis I am in myght and mynde,
So sall ye saffely make offerrande,
For fadir, when I am boune
My myght may noght avayle.
Here sall no fawte be foune
To make youre forward faylle.
For ye ar alde and alle unwelde,
And I am wighte and wilde of thoght.
ABRAHAM To bynde hym that shuld be my beelde,
Outtane Goddis will, that wolde I noght.
But loo, her sall no force be felde,
So sall God have that he has soght.
Farewele, my sone, I sall thee yelde
Tylle hym that all this world has wroght.
Nowe kysse me hartely, I thee pray,
Isaak, I take my leve for ay,
Me bus thee mys.
My blissyng have thou enterly,
And I beseke God Allmyghty
He giffe thee his.
Thus aren we samyn assent
Eftir thy wordis wise.
Lorde God, to this take tente:
Ressayve thy sacrifice.
This is to me a perles pyne
To se myn nawe dere childe thus boune.
Me had wele lever my lyf to tyne
Than see this sight, thus of my sone.
It is Goddis will, it sall be myne,
Agaynste his saande sall I never schone;
To Goddis cummaundement I sall enclyne
That in me fawte non be foune.
Therfore my sone so dere,
If thou will anythyng saye,
Thy dede it drawes nere.
Farewele, for anes and ay.
ISAAC Now, my dere fadir, I wolde you praye,
Here me thre wordes, graunte me my bone
Sen I fro this sall passe for ay.
I see myn houre is comen full sone.
In worde, in werke, or any waye
That I have trespassed or oght mysdone,
Forgiffe me, fadir, or I dye this daye,
For his luffe that made bothe sonne and mone.
Here sen we two sall twynne,
Firste God I aske mercy
And you in more and myne
This day or evere I dy.
ABRAHAM Now my grete God Adonay,
That all this worlde has worthely wroght,
Forgyffe the sone, for his mercye,
In worde, in worke, in dede, and thoght.
Nowe, sone, as we ar leryd
Our tyme may noght myscarie.
ISAAC Nowe farewele, all medilerth,
My flesshe waxis faynte for ferde.
Nowe, fadir, take youre swerde,
Methynke full lange ye tarie.
ABRAHAM Nay, nay, sone, nay, I thee behete
That do I noght, withouten were.
Thy wordis makis me my wangges to wete
And chaunges, childe, ful often my cheere.
Therfore lye downe, hande and feete;
Nowe may thou witte thyn oure is nere.
ISAAC A, dere fadir, lyff is full swete,
The drede of dede dose all my dere.
As I am here youre sone,
To God I take me till.
Nowe am I laide here bone,
Do with me what ye will.
For fadir, I aske no more respete
Bot here a worde what I wolde mene:
I beseke you or that ye smyte
Lay doune this kyrcheffe on myn eghne.
Than may youre offerand be parfite
If ye wille wirke thus as I wene.
And here to God my saule I wite,
And all my body to brenne bydene.
Now, fadir, be noght myssyng
But smyte fast as ye may.
ABRAHAM Farewele, in Goddis dere blissyng
And myn for ever and ay.
That pereles prince I praye
Myn offerand heretill have it,
My sacryfice this day:
I praye the Lorde ressayve it.
ANGELUS Abraham, Abraham!
ABRAHAM Loo, here iwys.
ANGELUS Abraham, abide, and halde thee stille.
Sla noght thy sone, do hym no mysse.
Take here a schepe thy offerand tyll,
Is sente thee fro the kyng of blisse
That faythfull ay to thee is fone.
He biddis thee make offerrand of this
Here at this tyme, and saffe thy sone.
ABRAHAM I lowe that Lord with herte entier
That of his luffe this lane me lente,
To saffe my sone, my darlyng dere,
And sente this schepe to this entente
That we sall offir it to thee here;
So sall it be as thou has mente.
My sone, be gladde and make goode cheere,
God has till us goode comforte sente.
He will noght thou be dede,
But tille his lawes take kepe.
And se, son, in thy stede
God has sente us a schepe.
ISAAC To make oure offerand at his wille
All for oure sake he has it sente.
To lowe that Lorde I halde grete skyll
That tylle his menye thus has mente.
This dede I wolde have tane me till
Full gladly, Lorde, to thyn entent.
ABRAHAM A, sone, thy bloode wolde he noght spill,
Forthy this shepe thus has he sente,
And, sone, I am full fayne
Of our spede in this place,
Bot go we home agayne
And lowe God of his grace.
ANGELUS Abraham, Abraham!
ABRAHAM Loo, here indede.
Harke, sone, sum salvyng of our sare.
ANGELUS God sais thou sall have mekill mede
For thys goode will that thou in ware;
Sen thou for hym wolde do this dede
To spille thy sone and noght to spare
He menes to multiplie youre seede
On sides seere, as he saide are.
And yit he hight you this
That of youre seede sall ryse
Thurgh helpe of hym and his
Overehand of all enmys.
Luk ye hym love, this is his liste,
And lelly lyff eftir his laye,
For in youre seede all mon be bliste
That ther bese borne be nyght or day.
If ye will in hym trowe or triste,
He will be with you evere and aye.
ABRAHAM Full wele wer us and we it wiste
Howe we shulde wirke his will alwaye.
ISAAC Fadir, that sall we frayne
At wyser men than wee,
And fulfille it ful fayne
Indede eftir oure degree.
ABRAHAM Nowe, sone, sen we thus wele hase spede,
That God has graunted me thy liffe,
It is my wille that thou be wedde
And welde a woman to thy wyffe;
So sall thy sede springe and be spredde
In the lawez of God be reasoune ryffe.
I wate in what steede sho is stede
That thou sall wedde, withowten stryffe.
Rabek, that damysell,
Hir fayrer is none fone,
The doughter of Batwell
That was my brothir sone.
ISAAC Fadir, as thou likes my lyffe to spende,
I sall assente unto the same.
ABRAHAM One of my servandis sone sall I sende
Unto that birde to brynge hir hame.
The gaynest gates now will we wende.
My barnes, yee ar noght to blame
Yeff ye thynke lang that we her lende.
Gadir same oure gere, in Goddis name,
And go we hame agayne
Evyn unto Barsabé.
God that is most of mayne
Us wisse and with you be.
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distinguishes
fully (without reservation)
love; bestows on me
barrenness
strength
Order
committed
found
God told me once; (see note)
lodged [in my tent]; (see note)
(see note); (t-note)
sands
stars
ordered
taught
live
abundant
As far as shines
healer; troubles
(t-note)
Then; a syllable more
was named Sarai
thereafter
(see note)
in this manner
age
protect (raise)
secretly she won
bed
determine
Ishmael
handsome
necessarily; tidings; told
home
To; bold
manyfold
If; happy
trusted
told
truth at that time
ought; yield up (sacrifice)
would
strong (man)
strength
support
love; gift
end our trouble
defend
life
(see note)
message
test
If
dear
(t-note)
together; (see note)
place
wills that
directs you
bestows everlasting
wondrous matter to discover
To
somewhat
death he must be put
well-being
go
hither
fastest way; may go; (t-note)
slay [him]
say [anything]
(t-note)
deception
Ought; glad
good reason
[home] well again; (t-note)
wood; burn
ordained
bound (compelled)
go out of
strange; remain
they; season
From; some
naturally; revealed
mean
(i.e., don’t fuss about this)
judge
as God commands so we will do
words we must take heed
them prosper
praise; every man
thereto
strength
would; offering
glad in his place
well-being hangs
would
Rather; long
plainly
remain; (t-note)
Until; to you
wood; carry; (see note)
harm
dangers; defend
work
altar; set up
(see note)
good; sovereign
(i.e., in good time)
(t-note)
may; reward
promised
as is due
surely
strength; might
if; rebel or grieve
Even though my soul
burn; hither
refrain; come to grief
power
ask; eagerly
made
longer conceal
endure; affliction
complain
pleased
willing; (see note)
Dismembered; burned
mourn
way must be taken
mourning (weeping); moan
alone
none
go [on]
endeavor; kill
For an offering
by course of nature
death; dreading
afraid
strength your promise; (see note)
(see note)
bound
fault be found
covenant
strong (manly); impetuous
defense
Except for
coercion; felt
(see note)
must; miss
give
together in agreement; (t-note)
pay attention
unequaled pain
own; bound
rather; lose
message (command); hesitate
fault; found
death
once
Hear; request
before I die
love
separate
less
ere
Adonai (Jewish name for God)
told
(t-note)
fear
(see note); (t-note)
(t-note)
promise
perplexity
cheeks [become] wet
know; hour is near
(i.e., frightens me)
(t-note)
(i.e., entrust myself)
bound
delay
hear; advise
before
eyes
perfect
advise
my soul I commend
burn now
don’t fail
(i.e., God); (t-note)
hold
harm
sheep for your offering; (see note)
found
save
praise; full heart
love; gift
intent
to
care
place
praise
company [of heaven]; intended
taken
(t-note)
benefit
praise
some remedy for; sore
reward
many; before
promises
Above
desire
loyally live; law
may be blessed
believe; trust
if we it learn
ask
wield (have)
abundantly; (t-note)
know in what place she lives
Rebecca; (see note)
found
Bethuel
(t-note)
lady; home
quickest ways
children (young men)
linger
Gather together
Beer-sheba
direct
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