He þat es bred sua hei of strand,
Nu comes to se þis laithli land.'
Line 17924
[Q]ven ald adam had vndertane
þat he was houen in flum iordane,
On seth his sun lude gan he call,
And said, 'sun tell til vs all
Line 17928
þe sothfastnes, and na thing hele,
All þat þu herd of saint michaele
Archangele, quen i þe gan wis
To þe ȝatis of paradis,
Line 17932
To prai vr lauerd drightin dere,
To send me wid his messagere
þe oyle of his merciful tre,
þat i, seke, moght smerled be.'
Line 17936
[þ]an come seth and stod ner-hand,
And spac þat all might vnderstand,
'I come þan to paradis ȝate
And gern bisoght i godd þar-ate,
þai i wid saint michel mett,
Line 17941
Sone i him, and he me, grett,
'Fra godd,' he said, 'i am þe sent
Till all mankind þan take i tent.
Seth,' he said, 'to þe i say
Line 17945
þat þu þe suink naght, fra þis dai,
wid greting praier for to gett
þe oyle þat god in hight has sett,
þi fadir wid to smerl, adam,
Line 17949
For his limes þat ȝeit er lame;
For he mai get it nakin wais
Bituix and at þe last þais,
þarfor cal es it dais last,
Line 17953
Quen fiue thousand ȝere sal be past.
Fiue thousand ȝere, fiue skore þar-till,
þan sal þrightin his hight fulfill.
His auen sun sal he send dune [folio 120b:1]
In erde, þat mani sal mistron,
Line 17958
