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Play 5, The Fall

The Cowpers
 






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Satanas incipit dicens:

DIABOLUS   For woo my witte es in a were
That moffes me mykill in my mynde:
The Godhede that I sawe so cleere
And parsayved that he shuld take kynde
Of a degree
That he had wrought, and I dedyned
That aungell kynde shuld it noght be.
And we wer faire and bright,
Therfore me thoght that he
The kynde of us tane myght,
And therat dedeyned me.

The kynde of man he thoght to take
And theratt hadde I grete envye,
But he has made to hym a make
And harde to her I wol me hye
That redy way,
That purpose prove to putte it by,
And fande to pike fro hym that pray.
My travayle were wele sette
Myght I hym so betraye,
His likyng for to lette,
And sone I schalle assaye.

In a worme liknes wille I wende
And founde to feyne a lowde lesynge.
Eve, Eve!

EVE         Wha is thare?

SATANAS                     I, a frende.
And for thy gude es the comynge
I hydir sought.
Of all the fruyt that ye se hynge
In paradise, why ete ye noght?

EVE   We may of tham ilkane
Take al that us goode thought,
Save a tree outt is tane,
Wolde do harme to neyghe it ought.

SATANAS    And why that tree, that wolde I witte,
Any more than all othir by?

EVE   For oure Lord God forbeedis us itt,
The frute therof, Adam nor I,
To neghe it nere.
And yf we dide we both shuld dye,
He saide, and sese our solace sere.

SATANAS    Yha, Eve, to me take tente.
Take hede and thou shalte here
What that the matere mente
He moved on that manere.

To ete therof he you defende
I knawe it wele, this was his skylle;
Bycause he wolde non othir kende
Thes grete vertues that longes thertill.
For will thou see
Who etis the frute of goode and ille
Shalle have knowyng as wele as hee.

EVE   Why what kynne thyng art thou
That telles this tale to me?

SATANAS    A worme that wotith wele how
That yhe may wirshipped be.

EVE   What wirshippe shulde we wynne therby?
To ete therof us nedith it nought;
We have lordshippe to make maistrie
Of alle thynge that in erthe is wrought.

SATANAS    Woman, do way!
To gretter state ye may be broughte
And ye will do as I schall saye.

EVE   To do is us full lothe
That shuld oure God myspaye.

SATANAS    Nay, certis it is no wathe:
Ete it saffely ye maye.

For perille ryght ther none in lyes
Bot worshippe and a grete wynnynge,
For right als God yhe shalle be wyse
And pere to hym in allkyn thynge.
Ay, goddis shalle ye be,
Of ille and gode to have knawyng,
For to be als wise as he.

EVE   Is this soth that thou sais?

SATANAS   Yhe, why trowes thou noght me?
I wolde be no kynnes wayes
Telle noght but trouthe to thee.

EVE   Than wille I to thy techyng traste
And fange this frute unto oure foode.

Et tunc debet accipere pomum.

SATANAS    Byte on boldly, be nought abasshed,
And bere Adam to amende his mode
And eke his blisse.

Tunc Satanas recedet.

EVE   Adam, have here of frute full goode.

ADAM   Alas, woman, why toke thou this?
Owre Lorde comaunded us bothe
To tente the tree of his.
Thy werke wille make hym wrothe.
Allas, thou has don amys.

EVE   Nay, Adam, greve thee nought at it,
And I shal saie the reasonne why:
A worme has done me for to witte
We shalle be as goddis, thou and I,
Yf that we ete
Here of this tree; Adam, forthy
Lette noght that worshippe for to gete.
For we shalle be als wise
Als God that is so grete
And als mekill of prise;
Forthy ete of this mete.

ADAM   To ete it wolde I nought eschewe
Myght I me sure in thy saying.

EVE   Byte on boldely, for it is trewe,
We shalle be goddis and knawe al thyng.

ADAM   To wynne that name
I schalle it taste at thy techyng.

Et accipit et comedit.

Allas, what have I done, for shame?
Ille counsaille, woo worthe thee.
A, Eve, thou art to blame;
To this entysed thou me,
Me shames with my lyghame,

For I am naked, as methynke.

EVE   Allas, Adam, right so am I.

ADAM   And for sorowe sere why ne myght we synke,
For we have greved God almyghty
That made me man,
Brokyn his bidyng bittirly.
Allas, that ever we it began.
This werke, Eve, hast thou wrought
And made this bad bargayne.

EVE   Nay, Adam, wite me nought.

ADAM   Do wey, lefe Eve, whame than?

EVE   The worme to wite wele worthy were,
With tales untrewe he me betrayed.

ADAM   Allas, that I lete at thy lare
Or trowed the trufuls that thou me saide.
So may I byde,
For I may banne that bittir brayde
And drery dede that I it dyde.
Oure shappe for doole me defes;
Wherewith thay shalle be hydde?

EVE   Late us take there fygge leves
Sythen it is thus betydde.

ADAM   Ryght as thou sais, so shalle it bee,
For we are naked and all bare.
Full wondyr fayne I wolde hyde me
Fro my Lordis sight, and I wiste whare,
Where I ne roght!

DOMINUS   Adam, Adam!

ADAM                                 Lorde!

DOMINUS                                     Where art thou, yhare?

ADAM   I here thee, Lorde, and seys thee noght.

DOMINUS   Say, wheron is it longe,
This werke, why hast thou wrought?

ADAM   Lorde, Eve garte me do wronge
And to that bryg me brought.

DOMINUS   Say, Eve, why hast thou garte thy make
Ete frute I bad thei shuld hynge stille
And comaunded none of it to take?

EVE   A worme, Lord, entysed me therto,
So welaway
That ever I did that dede so dill.

DOMINUS   A wikkid worme, woo worthe thee ay,
For thou on this maner
Hast made tham swilke affraye.
My malysoune have thou here
With all the myght I may.

And on thy wombe than shall thou glyde
And be ay full of enmyté
To al mankynde on ilke a side,
And erthe it shalle thy sustynaunce be
To ete and drynke.
Adam and Eve alsoo, yhe
In erthe than shalle ye swete and swynke
And travayle for youre foode.

ADAM   Allas, whanne myght we synke,
We that haves alle worldis goode?
Ful derfly may us thynke.

DOMINUS   Now, Cherubyn, myn aungell bryght,
To middilerth tyte go dryve there twoo.

ANGELUS   Alle redy, Lorde, as it is right,
Syn thy wille is that it be soo,
And thy lykyng.
Adam and Eve, do you to goo,
For here may ye make no dwellyng.
Goo yhe forthe faste to fare,
Of sorowe may yhe synge.

ADAM   Allas, for sorowe and care,
Owre handis may we wryng.
Satan begins, saying

turmoil; (t-note)
moves (distresses); greatly
(see note)
take on the nature
order
was offended; (t-note)
[of] angelic nature


might take on
offended

(see note)

mate
quickly; will; go
(t-note)
subvert it
try; pick (steal); prey
effort; well

felicity; spoil
attempt [it]

serpent’s
try to invent; lie


Who; (t-note)

friend; (t-note)
good; (see note)
hither
hang
eat

every one

Except; is forbidden
Would; approach

would I know
nearby





cease; various joys

pay attention
hear
meant; (t-note)


denied
reason (purpose)
wanted no one else to know
belongs




kind of


knows well; (t-note)


gain





estate
If you

despicable
should; anger

danger



gain
(see note)
equal; all things

evil and good


true; you say

trust
(i.e., in no manner)


trust
take

And then she must take the apple


take [it to]; mood


Then Satan slips away





attend to
angry; (t-note)
[something] wrong



serpent; caused; know



Don’t forego; obtain


value
food




is true


(see note)


And he takes [the fruit] and eats


Evil advisor, a curse on you

enticed
body; (see note)





sorrow sore


cruelly


(t-note)



dear; whom

blame


took heed of your advice
trusted; trifling tales

curse; sharp (terrible) act
evil; did
[human] form; misery; overcomes


fig leaves
Since this has happened



gladly
if I knew where
Where I should not fear





quickly; (see note)

hear; see

what is the reason


made
breach

enticed your mate
hang yet


seduced

silly (foolish)

a curse on you always; (see note)

such trouble
curse


belly

everywhere
(t-note)
(t-note)
(see note)
sweat; work
struggle



grievous; (t-note)

(see note)
quickly


Since
(t-note)





(see note)