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

                                
                                  Þe fende þouȝt him to awreke
                                
                                  And her penaunce for to breke.
                                
                                  And formast he com to Eue,
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                                  To brengen hir in misbileue —
                                
                                  For Eue hadde leued his lore,
                                
                                  He hoped þat sche wald more —
                                
                                  And seyd: "Eue, wele is þe!
                                
                                  Þi lord sent þe word bi me
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                                  Þat þi trespas is forȝeue,
                                
                                  Þat þou dost oȝains his leue.
                                
                                  Com out of þat water anon!
                                
                                  And as so swiþe astow miȝt gon
                                
                                  Go and sigge Adam so,
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                                  And bring him out of his wo!
                                
                                  And Ichil go þider wiþ þe
                                
                                  And say him as Ichaue don to þe".
                                
                                  Of þat tiding Eue was glad
                                
                                  And dede as þe fende hir bad:
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                                  Out of þe water sche com anon
                                
                                  And wiþ þe fende dedde hir to gon.
                                
                                  Þo Adam hadde of Eue a siȝt,
                                
                                  He wist wele anon riȝt
                                
                                  Þat þe fende hir hadde ouercomen
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                                  And out of hir penance ynomen;
                                
                                  And ful gode ȝeme he nam
                                
                                  It was þe fende þat wiþ hir cam.
                                
                                  And seyd: "Eue, allas allas,
                                
                                  Now is wers þan it was!
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                                  He þat comeþ in þi compeynie,
                                
                                  Now he haþ ygiled þe tvie:
                                
                                  For soþe, Eue, þat is he
                                
                                  Þat giled þe to þe appel-tre
                                
                                  And made þe wiþ his enticement
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                                  To breke godes comandment".
                                
                                  Þo Eue wist it was Satanas,
                                
                                  For sorwe þat in hir hert was
                                
                                  Sche swoned and fel to grounde,
                                
                                  And lay stille a ful gode stounde;
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                                  And anon as sche awoke,
                                
                                  For drede of god sche lay and qwoke,
                                
                                  And seyd: "allas — ȝif god it wold —
                                
                                  Þat euer was ich maked of mold!"
                                
                                  Adam was in gret care
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                                  Þat seyȝe his wiif so iuel fare,
                                
                                  And seyd to þe fende of helle:
                                
                                  "Ich wald þat þou wost me telle
                                
                                  Whi þou inwest me and mi wiif
                                
                                  And art about to pair our liif?
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                                  And we [did] þe neuer no dede
                                
                                  . . . . . stede".
                                
                                  Þe fende answerd þo
                                
                                  And seyd: "Adam, þou art mi fo.
                                
                                  Sone after þe warld bigan
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                                  And god hadde fourmed þe to man,
                                
                                  Bi an angel he sent to me
                                
                                  Þat y schuld anoure þe;
                                
                                  And (y) seyd: þat y nold,
                                
                                  For, ar þou wer maked of mold,
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                                  Ich was in heuen an angel briȝt,
                                
                                  Of grete pouwer and grete miȝt;
                                
                                  And for y nold anour þe nouȝt,
                                
                                  In þis sorwe Icham ybrouȝt,
                                
                                  In to helle for to wende
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                                  And won þer wiþouten ende.
                                
                                  And alle þat were to mi consent,
                                
                                  Alle þai hen to helle ywent,
                                
                                  Euer to liue [in pine] and wo.
                                
                                  Þerfore þou art our alder fo".
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                                  Adam, þer he stode vp riȝt,
                                
                                  Bisouȝt god ful of miȝt,
                                
                                  Deliuer out of his compeynie
                                
                                  Þe fende þat hadde swiche envie
                                
                                  To him and to his wiue Eue,
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                                  Þat fonded so her soules to greue.
                                
                                  Adam, þer he stode al naked,
                                
                                  Þo he hadde his preyer maked:
                                
                                  Þurch þe pouwer of godes miȝt
                                
                                  Þe fende went out of hir siȝt.
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                                  Þo þe sex and fourti days wer go
                                
                                  Þat Adam hadde yþoled þat wo,
                                
                                  Out of þe water þo he cam.
                                
                                  Þan seyd Eue to Adam:
                                
                                  "Adam, Adam, wele is te,
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                                  And Adam, Adam, wo is me!
                                
                                  Þou hast þi penaunce to þende brouȝt:
                                
                                  Þou miȝt be ful glad in þouȝt;
                                
                                  And ich may sing allas allas,
                                
                                  Icham wers þan ich was,
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                                  For now Ichaue eft agilt,
                                
                                  Seþþen we were out of paradis pilt.
                                
                                  Þerfore Ichil now biginne
                                
                                  Oȝain penaunce for to winne,
                                
                                  And wende and won in þisternesse,
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                                  Out of alle liȝtnesse;

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Title: Sammlung altenglischer legenden, grösstentheils zum ersten male hrsg. von C. Horstmann.
Author: Horstmann, Carl, b. 1851.
Canvas: Page 142
Publication: Heilbronn,: Gebr. Henninger,; 1878.
Subject terms: Legends; English poetry; Saints

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