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ANGELUS Alle creatures to me take tent,
Fro God of heven now am I sent
Unto the wrecchis that wronge has went
Thaymself to woo;
The joie of heven that thaym was lent
Is lost thaym froo.
Fro thaym is loste bothe game and glee.
He badde that thei schuld maistirs be
Over alle kynne thyng, oute tane a tree
He taught them tille,
And therto wente bothe she and he
Agayne his wille.
Agaynst his wille thus have they wrought
To greeffe grete God gaffe they right noght,
That wele wytt ye;
And therfore syte is to thaym sought,
As ye shalle see.
The fooles that faithe is fallen fra,
Take tente to me nowe or ye ga:
Fro God of heven unto yow twa
Sente am I nowe
For to warne you what kynne wa
Is wrought for you.
ADAM For us is wrought, so welaway,
Doole endurand nyghte and day;
The welthe we wende have wonnyd in ay
Is loste us fra.
For this myscheffe ful wele we may
Ever mornyng ma.
ANGELUS Adam, thyselffe made al this syte,
For to the tree thou wente full tyte
And boldely on the frute gan byte
My Lord forbed.
ADAM Yaa, allas, my wiffe that may I wite,
For scho me red.
ANGELUS Adam, for thou trowyd hir tale,
He sendis thee worde and sais thou shale
Lyffe ay in sorowe,
Abide and be in bittir bale
Tille he thee borowe.
ADAM Allas, wrecchis, what have we wrought!
To byggly blys we bothe wer brought;
Whillis we wer thare
We hadde inowe; nowe have we noghte.
Allas, for care.
EVE Oure cares ar comen bothe kyne and colde,
With fele fandyngis manyfolde;
Allas, that tyraunte to me tolde
Thurghoute his gyle
That we shulde have alle welthis in walde,
Wa worthe the whyle.
ANGELUS That while yee wrought unwittely
Soo for to greve God Almyghty,
And that mon ye full dere abye
Or that ye ga;
And to lyffe, as is worthy,
In were and wa.
Adam, have this, luke howe ye thynke
And tille withalle thi meete and drynke
For evermore.
ADAM Allas, for syte why myght I synke,
So shames me sore.
EVE Soore may we shame with sorowes seere
And felly fare we bothe in feere.
Allas, that evyr we neghed it nere,
That tree untill.
With dole now mon we bye full dere
Oure dedis ille.
ANGELUS Giffe, for thou beswyked hym swa,
Travell herto shalle thou ta:
Thy barnes to bere with mekill wa,
This warne I thee.
Buxum shalle thou and othir ma
To man ay be.
EVE Allas, for doole, what shalle I doo?
Now mon I never have rest ne roo.
ADAM Nay, lo, swilke a tole is taken me too
To travaylle tyte.
Nowe is shente both I and shoo,
Allas, for syte.
Allas, for syte and sorowe sadde,
Mournynge makis me mased and madde
To thynke in herte what helpe I hadde,
And nowe has none.
On grounde mon I nevyr goo gladde,
My gamys ere gane.
Gone ar my games withowten glee;
Allas, in blisse kouthe we noght bee,
For putte we were to grete plenté
At prime of the day.
Be tyme of none alle lost had wee,
Sa welawaye.
Sa welaway, for harde peyne,
Alle bestis were to my biddyng bayne;
Fisshe and fowle, they were fulle fayne
With me to founde,
And nowe is alle thynge me agayne
That gois on grounde.
On grounde ongaynely may I gange
To suffre syte and peynes strange:
Alle is for dede I have done wrange
Thurgh wykkid wyle.
On lyve methynkith I lyffe to lange,
Allas the whille.
A, Lord, I thynke what thynge is this
That me is ordayned for my mysse,
Gyffe I wirke wronge whom shulde me wys
Be any waye?
How beste wille be, so have I blisse,
I shalle assaye.
Allas, for bale, what may this bee,
In worlde unwisely wrought have wee;
This erthe it trembelys for this tree
And dyns ilke dele.
Alle this worlde is wrothe with mee,
This wote I wele.
Full wele I wote my welthe is gone,
Erthe, elementis, everilkane,
For my synne has sorowe tane,
This wele I see.
Was nevere wrecchis so wylle of wane
As nowe ar wee.
EVE We are fulle wele worthy, iwis,
To have this myscheffe for oure mys,
For broght we were to byggely blys,
Ever in to be.
Now my sadde sorowe certis is this,
Mysilfe to see.
ADAM To see it is a sytfull syghte:
We bothe that were in blis so brighte,
We mon go nakid every ilke a nyghte
And dayes bydene.
Allas, what womans witte was light,
That was wele sene.
EVE Sethyn it was so me knyth it sore,
Bot sen that woman witteles ware,
Mans maistrie shulde have bene more
Agayns the gilte.
ADAM Nay, at my speche wolde thou never spare;
That has us spilte.
EVE Iff I hadde spoken youe oughte to spill,
Ye shulde have taken gode tent theretyll
And turnyd my thought.
ADAM Do way, woman, and neme it noght,
For at my biddyng wolde thou not be,
And therfore my woo wyte I thee.
Thurgh ille counsaille thus casten ar we
In bittir bale.
Nowe God late never man aftir me
Triste woman tale.
For certis me rewes fulle sare
That evere I shulde lerne at thi lare,
Thy counsaille has casten me in care,
That thou me kende.
EVE Be stille, Adam, and nemen it na mare,
It may not mende.
For wele I wate I have done wrange,
And therfore evere I morne emange.
ADAM Allas, the whille I leve so lange
Dede wolde I be.
On grounde mon I never gladde gange
Withowten glee.
Withowten glee I ga,
This sorowe wille me sla,
This tree unto me wille I ta
That me is sende.
He that us wrought wisse us fro wa,
Wharesom we wende.
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give attention; (t-note)
precipitated
woe
From
natural things, except
Against
grieve; gave
know
sorrow
from
go
two
type of woe
Sadness (Sorrow)
thought to have lived in always
from
mourning make
sorrow
quickly
forbid
blame
counseled
trusted
shall
Live
redeem
matchless
While
enough
sharp
many temptations; (see note)
the world
Woe
mindlessly
dearly abide
go
live
misery and woe
(see note)
till [the soil] for; food
sorrow
many
with sin burdened; together
approached
must we purchase
deeds bad
If; deceived; so; (t-note)
Travail; take (have); (see note)
children
Obedient; more
may; or peace
such a tool; given
quickly
guilty; she
sorrow
confused; mad
may
[Even] my recreation is gone
joys
could
beginning; (see note)
noon
obedient
eagerly
against
goes
uneasily; go
sorrow
[a] deed; wrong
wile (trickery)
live too long
error
If; who; assist
By
trembles
makes noise in every manner
angry
know I well
know my well being
everything
taken
well (clearly)
at a loss (distraught)
sin
great
sorrowful sight
might [in the garden]; (see note)
indeed
mind was weak
well seen
Since; I regret it greatly
since; were
guilt
brought us to grief
attention
changed my mind
name
blame
Through
let
Trust
repent; sore
lore
made known
name it no more
know; wrong
mourn always
live so long; (t-note)
Dead; (see note)
must; go
kill
take
[to] me
keep; woe
Wherever; wander
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