Þese two brethyre happyd to dey,
with enmys slayne vpon a nyghte.
þe eldere brothere to hell toke þe wey,
þe ȝongere to paradyse full ryght.
ffor þis was [Ms. is.)] knowyne in sothenes, [ 65]
lystenyth, lordyngys, I wyll ȝow say!
ffor goddys loue boþe more & lesse,
Loke ȝe bere þis tale a-way!
Þe eldere brothere had a sone to a clerke,
Well of fyftene wyntyre of age; [ 70]
he was holy & wyse in werke,
To hym shuld fall hys faderys herytage.
ffor hys fadyre he made grete mone,
As comyth a good chylde of kynde;
Euery nyght to hys fadres graue wolde he gone, [ 75]
To haue hys sowle in specyall mynde.
Þe chylde þat was so noble & wyse
Stode at hys fadres graue late at eue:
þere cam on in a whyght surplyse
And preuely toke hym be þe sleue. [ 80]
"Come on, chylde, & goo with me,
Godd hath herd þi prayere:
þi ffadyre, chyld, þou schalt se
where he brennyth in hell-fyere."
he ledd hym to an hogely hylle: [ 85]
þe erthe openyd, & in þei ȝede.
Smoþer & smoke þer come owte wylde,
And many a gost glowend in glede.
Þere he saw many sory tornament,
how sowles were put to here peyn∣yng. [ 90]
he sawe hys fadyre how he brent,
And be hys membrys how he hyng;
ffendys bolde with crokys kene
Rent hys body lyth fro lyth.
"Chyld, þou couetyst þi fadyre to seene: [ 95]
loke vp now & speke hym wyth!"
"Alas, fadyre, how stand þis case,
þat ȝe be in peynys strong?"
"Sone", he seyd, "I may sey alas,
þat euyr I dyd þi modyre wrong! [ 100]
ffor sche was boþe fayre & goode
And also bothe trost & trewe.
Alas, I was wel werse þan wode,
þere þis bale byttyr dyd I brewe."
"ffadyre, is þer no seynt in heuyne [ 105]
þat ȝe were wont to haue in mynde,
þat myght lyft ȝow oute of þis peyne,
Oure lady mary or sume good frende?"
"Sone, all þe seyntys þat be in heuyne,
Nore all þe aungellys vndyre þe try∣nyte, [ 110]
On here-brede oute of þis peyne
þei haue no powere to lyftyne me.
Sone, þow euery gress-spyre were a preste
þat growyth up-on goddys grounde,
Owte of þese peyns þei cowd not me relese, [ 115]
Cowde þei neuyre make me vnbounde.
Þou schalt be a preste, I wote ryght wele,
Onys or þis day seuyn ȝere:
At mess, at matens, at mete, at mele
þou take me neuer in þi prayere. [ 120]
Loke, son, þou do as I þe say,
þerof I warn þe wel beforne;
Euer þe lengere þat þou pray,
My peyn̄ys þei schalbe more & more.
ffare wele", he seyd, "my swetesone, [ 125]
þe fadyre of heuyn I þe beteche.
Loke þou warne euery man where þat þou come,
þat he be ware of spowse-breche!"
Þe aungell gan þe chyld forthe lede
Sone owt of þat wrecchyd wone, [ 130]
In to a forest, was long & brede;
þe sunne was up & bryght it schone.
he ledd hym in to a fayre herbere,
I-closyd, round as a balle—
Swech on had he neuer se here; [ 135]
þe ȝatys were of clere crystalle.
It semyd gold burnyschd bryth,
with turretys & with towrys strong.
þei herd upon þe ȝatys on hyght
Mynstrelys lay & aungellys song. [ 140]
Þe ȝatys opyned hem a-geyne,
þe aungell gan þe chyld forth lede.
Qwan he was with-Inne vp-on þe pleyne,
he þowte it a thowsand myle on brede.
Aleys þer were full derely dyght, [ 145]
ffayre & grene, large & long.
þei herd up-on þe trees on hyght
Many dyuerse fowlys song,