It is but wantowne wordis in veyn;
I trowe þou comest hidir us to fere.
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¶ Sumtyme whanne y was in heuen an hiȝ,
Þat þat y þere loste for my pride, certeyn,
Heere-aftir y hope ful sikirly
For to come to þat blis ageyn."
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¶ Crist ihesu spak to sathan tho,
And seide to him in þis manere,
"It is but waast to speken so,
Or ony suche wordis to seie now here.
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¶ Þat tyme while þou in heuen were, [page 173]
Ful myche ioie haddist þou tho;
For alle þi felawis, glad were þei þere,
But riȝt soone it was ouer-goo."
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¶ Lucifer spak to him ageyn,
And seide to him with wordis sere,
"In þis place y haue dwellid in woo & peine
Moore þan þis .iiij. þousand ȝeere:
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¶ Helpe me to þat blis ageyn
Þe which y loste for my pride þere,
for þere it is myrie in certeyn
To wonye wiþ rial aungils clere."
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¶ "I seie þee, lucifer, y schal þee telle,
Or euere ony þing was wrought—
Heuene or erþe, eir or helle,—
Forsoþe þoo y made þee of nought.
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¶ In heuen whanne þou stoodist in wele,
I made þee aboue aungils alle,
But þerof rauȝt þou neuere a deel,
Suche pride in þin herte gan falle.
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¶ In heuen whanne þou were at þi wille, [page 174]
Þou myȝtist haue be in pees & reste;
