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ANGELUS That Lord of lyffe lele aylastand,
Whos myght unmesured is to meyne,
He shoppe the sonne, bothe see and sande,
And wroughte this worlde with worde, I wene.
His aungell cleere, as cristall clene,
Here unto you thus am I sente
This tide.
Abell and Cayme, yei both bydeyne,
To me enteerly takis entent;
To meve my message have I ment,
If that ye bide.
Allemyghty God of myghtes moste,
When he had wrought this world so wide
Nothynge hym thoughte was wroughte in waste
But in his blissyng boune to bide.
Neyne Ordurs for to telle, that tyde,
Of aungeles bryght he bad ther be.
For pride
And sone the tente part it was tried
And wente awaye, as was worthye;
They heild to helle alle that meyne,
Therin to bide.
Thanne made he manne to his liknes
That place of price for to restore,
And sithen he kyd him such kyndnes,
Somwhat wille he wirke therfore.
The tente to tyne he askis, no more,
Of alle the goodes he haves you sent,
Full trew.
To offyr loke that ye be yore,
And to my tale yhe take entent,
For ilke a lede that liffe has lente,
So shalle you ensewe.
ABELL Gramercy, God of thy goodnes,
That me on molde has marked thi man.
I worshippe thee with worthynes,
With alle the comforte that I can.
Me for to were fro warkes wanne
For to fulfille thy comaundement,
The teynd
Of alle the gode sen I beganne
Thow shalle it have, sen thou it sent.
Come, brothir Cayme, I wolde we wente
With hert ful hende.
CAYM We, whythir now in wilde waneand?
Trowes thou I thynke to trusse of towne?
Goo, jape thee, robard jangillande;
Me liste noght nowe to rouk nor rowne.
ABELL A, dere brothir, late us be bowne
Goddis biddyng blithe to fulfille,
I tell thee.
CAYME Ya, daunce in the devil way, dresse thee downe,
For I wille wyrke even as I will.
What mystris thee, in gode or ille,
Of me to melle thee?
ABELL To melle of thee myldely I may;
Bot, goode brothir, go we in haste,
Gyffe God oure teynde dulye this day;
He byddis us thus, be nought abassed.
CAYME Ya, devell methynketh that werke were waste,
That he us gaffe geffe hym agayne
To se.
Nowe fekyll frenshippe for to fraste
Methynkith ther is in hym sarteyne.
If he be moste in myghte and mayne,
What nede has he?
ABELL He has non nede unto thi goode,
But it wille please hym principall
If thou, myldly in mayne and moode,
Grouche noght geve hym tente parte of all.
. . .
[ANGELUS] It shall be done evyn as ye bydd,
And that anone.
BREWBARRET Lo, maister Cayme, what shaves bryng I,
Evyn of the best for to bere seyd,
And to the feylde I wyll me hye
To fetch you moo, if ye have neyd.
CAYME Cume up, sir knave, the devyll thee speyd,
Ye will not come but ye be prayd.
BREWBARRET O, maister Caym, I have broken my to!
CAYME Come up, syr, for by my thryft,
Ye shall drynke or ye goo.
ANGELUS Thowe cursyd Came, where is Abell?
Where hais thowe done thy broder dere?
CAYME What askes thowe me that taill to tell,
For yit his keper was I never?
ANGELUS God hais sent thee his curse downe,
Fro hevyn to hell, maladictio dei.
CAYME Take that thyself, evyn on thy crowne,
Quia non sum custos fratris mei,
To tyne.
ANGELUS God hais sent thee his malyson,
And inwardly I geve thee myne.
CAYME The same curse light on thy crowne,
And right so myght it worth and be
For he that sent that gretyng downe,
The devyll myght speyd both hym and thee.
Fowll myght thowe fall.
Here is a cankerd company;
Therefore Goddes curse light on you all.
ANGELUS What hast thou done? Beholde and heere:
The voice of his bloode cryeth vengeaunce
Fro erthe to heven, with voice entere,
This tyde.
That God is greved with thy grevaunce
Take hede, I schalle telle thee tydandis,
Therfore abide.
Thou shall be curssed uppon the grounde.
God has geffyn thee his malisonne.
Yff thou wolde tyll the erthe so rounde
No frute to thee ther shalle be founde.
Of wikkidnesse sen thou arte sonne,
Thou shalle be waferyng here and there
This day.
In bittir bale nowe art thou boune,
Outcastyn shal thou be for care.
No man shal rewe of thy misfare
For this affraie.
CAYME Allas, for syte, so may I saye,
My synne it passis al mercie,
For askid thee, Lord, I ne maye;
To have it am I nought worthy.
Fro thee shalle I be hidde in hye,
Thou castis me, Lorde, oute of my kyth
In lande.
Both here and there outecaste am I,
For ilke a man that metis me with,
They wille slee me, be fenne or ferth,
With dynte of hande.
ANGELUS Nay, Cayme, nought soo, have thou no drede.
Who that thee slees shalle ponnysshed be
Sevene sithis for doyng of that dede.
Forthy a token shal thou see:
It shalle be prentyd so in thee
That ilke a man shalle thee knowe full wele.
CAYM Thanne wolle I fardir flee
For shame.
Sethen I am sette thus out of seill,
That curse that I have for to feill,
I giffe you the same.
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truly everlasting
mean
shaped (created)
believe
[At] this time; (t-note)
now
fully pay attention
move (set forth); (t-note)
abide
(t-note)
Nothing; superfluous; (see note)
was bound to abide
Orders; time
commanded
soon; tenth; tested
(i.e., as they deserved)
fell; company
extended to him
tenth to lose (give up)
ready
pay attention
every man
(t-note)
(t-note)
earth
defend; evil works
tenth part (tithe)
goods since
gracious
insane waning [of moon] (i.e., an inauspicious time); (see note)
Think; leave town; (see note)
jangling felon
I’d prefer; talk [privately]; mumble
obliged
happily
(i.e., out of my way)
Why do you need
To meddle with me yourself
Give; tithe
upset
gave give
fickle; test
with determination
of your goods
(i.e., willingly)
Grudge
[pages missing, see textual note]
(t-note)
sheaves; (see note)
seed
speed
begged
toe
ere
God’s curse [on you]
Because I am not my brother’s keeper; (see note)
To trouble you
curse
occur
hear
[At] this time
tidings
curse
till (plow); (see note)
wandering
bound
feel sorry for
assault
sorrow
(see note)
ask [it] of you
kinfolk
every man
kill; swamp or frith (forest)
a blow
punished; (see note)
Seven times; deed
(see note)
imprinted so on
further; (t-note)
Since; prosperity
know
give
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