Sammlung altenglischer legenden, grösstentheils zum ersten male hrsg. von C. Horstmann.

                                
                                  & bid hem ichon biginne
                                
                                  Niȝt & day merci to crie.
                                
                                  Mi time is comen, y schal dye".
                                
                                  Þus Adam bad Eue, his wiif,
                                
                                  Techen his childer after his liif,
                                  Line 520 
                                
                                  Hou þai schuld anon biginne
                                
                                  To crien merci for her sinne.
                                
                                  & þo he hadde ytauȝt hem þus,
                                
                                  As þe boke telleþ ous:
                                
                                  He kneled adoun in his bede,
                                  Line 525 
                                
                                  & dyed anon in þat stede.
                                
                                  & as þe angel hadde yseyd:
                                
                                  Alle þe liȝtnisse was aleyd,
                                
                                  Sonne & mone lorn her liȝt,
                                
                                  Sex days & sex niȝt.
                                  Line 530 
                                
                                  Eue bigan to wepe & crie,
                                
                                  Þo he seyȝe Adam dye;
                                
                                  & Seþ made reweli mon
                                
                                  & fel doun on his fader anon,
                                
                                  &, as it telleþ in þe boke,
                                  Line 535 
                                
                                  In his armes his fader he tok,
                                
                                  & ful bitterliche he wepe.
                                
                                  & god almiȝti þerof toke kepe,
                                
                                  & sent adoun an angel briȝt,
                                
                                  Þat seyd to Seþ anon riȝt:
                                  Line 540 
                                
                                  "Arise, & lete þi sorwe be!
                                
                                  & wiþ þine eyȝen þou schalt se,
                                
                                  God, þat al þe warld schal glade,
                                
                                  What he wil do wiþ þat he made".
                                
                                  God, þat sit in heuen heyȝe,
                                  Line 545 
                                
                                  Tok Adam soule, þat Seþ it seiȝe,
                                
                                  & bitok it seyn Miȝhel
                                
                                  & seyd: "haue, loke þis soule wel,
                                
                                  & put it in sorwe & þesternisse,
                                
                                  Out of ioie & alle liȝtnisse,
                                  Line 550 
                                
                                  Til fiue þousend winter ben ago,
                                
                                  Tvo hundred & eiȝte & tventi mo,
                                
                                  Fro þe time þat he ete
                                
                                  Of þat appel him þouȝt so swete:
                                
                                  So long for his gilt
                                  Line 555 
                                
                                  In his ward he schal be pilt
                                
                                  Þat maked him min hest breke;
                                
                                  So long ich wil ben awreke,
                                
                                  On him, & alle his blod eke,
                                
                                  Mi comandment for he breke.
                                  Line 560 
                                
                                  & whan þat terme is ago,
                                
                                  To ioie schal turn al his wo:
                                
                                  & afterward þan schal he
                                
                                  Sitten in þilke selue se
                                
                                  Þat Liȝtbern sat, min angel briȝt,
                                  Line 565 
                                
                                  Er pride was in his hert aliȝt".
                                
                                  Þus seyd Jhesus, þat sitt an heyȝe,
                                
                                  & seþþen in to heuen he steiȝe.
                                
                                  Fram þe time þat cas fel
                                
                                  Þat curssed Kaim slouȝ Abel
                                  Line 570 
                                
                                  Til Adam dyed opon mold,
                                
                                  As swete Jhesus Crist wold,
                                
                                  Ȝete lay Abel aboue erþe:
                                
                                  Til Jhesu Crist — herd mot he werþe —
                                
                                  Bad his angels þat þai scholde
                                  Line 575 
                                
                                  Biry þe bodis vnder molde.
                                
                                  Þe angels al wiþouten chest
                                
                                  Dede anon godes hest,
                                
                                  I(n)to cloþes þe bodi þai feld.
                                
                                  Eue & hir children stode & biheld
                                  Line 580 
                                
                                  Riȝt in þilke selue stede,
                                
                                  & hadde wonder what þai dede:
                                
                                  For þai no hadde ar þan
                                
                                  Neuer sen biry no man.
                                
                                  Þan seyd an angel, þer he stode,
                                  Line 585 
                                
                                  To Eue & to al hir brode:
                                
                                  "Take ȝeme hou we do!
                                
                                  & her afterward do so:
                                
                                  Birieþ alle so þat dyen
                                
                                  As ȝe se wiþ ȝour eyȝen
                                  Line 590 
                                
                                  Þat we don þis bodis here —
                                
                                  Doþ ȝe in þe selue manere"!
                                
                                  Þo þe angels had seyd þus,
                                
                                  Þai wenten oȝain to swete Jhesus,
                                
                                  To heuen þer þai formast were,
                                  Line 595 
                                
                                  & leued Eue & hir children þere.
                                
                                  Sex days after Adam was dede,
                                
                                  God almiȝti an angel bede
                                
                                  Go tellen Eue, Adames wiif:
                                
                                  Þe terme was comen of hir liif.
                                  Line 600 
                                
                                  Þo Eue wist sche schuld dye,
                                
                                  Sche cleped forþ hir progenie,
                                
                                  Boþe þe ȝonger & þe eldre,
                                
                                  Hir childer & hir childer childre,
                                
                                  & sayd, þat alle miȝten here:
                                  Line 605 
                                
                                  "Þo ich & Adam, mi fere,
                                
                                  Breken godes comandment,
                                
                                  Anon his wretþe was ysent
                                
                                  On ous, & on our progenie:

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Title: Sammlung altenglischer legenden, grösstentheils zum ersten male hrsg. von C. Horstmann.
Author: Horstmann, Carl, b. 1851.
Canvas: Page 145
Publication: Heilbronn,: Gebr. Henninger,; 1878.
Subject terms: Legends; English poetry; Saints

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