[fol. 97v] JESUS 5 10 15 20 ADAM 26 30 EVE 35 ISAIAH 40 45 [fol. 98r] 50 SIMEON 55 60 JOHN THE BAPTIST 66 70 75 MOSES 80 85 RIBALD 90 95 BEELZEBUB 100 RIBALD BEELZEBUB 106 RIBALD BEELZEBUB 110 115 119 RIBALD JESUS RIBALD BEELZEBUB 126 130 DAVID 135 140 BEELZEBUB 145 SATAN 150 BEELZEBUB SATAN BEELZEBUB 156 SATAN 160 BEELZEBUB SATAN 166 [fol. 99r] 170 175 RIBALD 180 SATAN 186 JESUS RIBALD 190 DAVID 195 JESUS 200 RIBALD JESUS RIBALD BEELZEBUB 206 JESUS 210 RIBALD BEELZEBUB 215 RIBALD SATAN 221 BEELZEBUB 226 SATAN 230 235 JESUS 240 SATAN JESUS 246 SATAN 250 JESUS 255 260 SATAN JESUS 266 270 SATAN 275 280 [fol. 100r] JESUS 286 290 295 SATAN 300 305 JESUS 310 315 320 SATAN 325 JESUS SATAN 330 JESUS 335 340 [fol. 100v] 346 350 SATAN 355 360 JESUS SATAN 366 JESUS SATAN 370 RIBALD JESUS 375 ADAM 380 EVE 386 JOHN THE BAPTIST 390 395 MOSES 400 DAVID 405 MOSES 410 ISAIAH 415

Jesus Adam Eve Isaiah Simeon John the Baptist Moses Ribald, a devil David Beelzebub, a devil Satan Incipit extraccio animarum etc. 1 My Fader me from blys has send Till erth for mankynde sake, Adam mys for to amend; My deth nede must I take. I dwellyd ther thryrty yeres and two And somdele more, the sothe to say; In anger, pyne, and mekyll wo I dyde on cros this day. Therfor till hell now will I go To chalange that is myne; Adam, Eve, and othere mo, Thay shall no longer dwell in pyne. The feynde theym wan with trayn Thrugh fraude of erthly fode; I have theym boght agan With shedyng of my blode. And now I will that stede restore Which the feynde fell fro for syn. Som tokyn will I send before With myrth to gar thare gammes begyn. A light I will thay have, To know I will com sone; My body shall abyde in grave Till all this dede be done. My brether, herkyn unto me here: More hope of helth never we had. Foure thowsand and sex hundreth yere Have we bene here in darknes stad; Now se I tokyns of solace sere, A gloryous gleme to make us glad, Wherthrugh I hope that help is nere That sone shall slake oure sorowes sad. Adam, my husband heynd, This menys solace certan; Sich light can on us leynd In paradyse full playn. Adam, thrugh thi syn Here were we put to dwell This wykyd place within: The name of it is hell; Here paynes shall never blyn That wykyd ar and fell. Love that Lord with wyn His lyfe for us wold sell. 2 Et cantent omnes “Salvator mundi,” primum versum. 3 Adam, thou well understand, I am Isaias, so Crist me kende. I spake of folke in darknes walkand; I saide a light shuld on theym lende. This light is all from Crist commande That he till us has hedir sende; Thus is my poynt proved in hand, As I before to-fold it kende. So may I tell of farlys feyll, For in the tempyll his freyndys me fande. Me thoght daynteth with hym to deyll, I halsid hym homely with my hand. I saide “Lord, let thi servandys leyll Pas in peasse to lyf lastande; Now that myn eeyn has sene thyn hele No longer lyst I lyf in lande.” This light thou has purvayde For theym that lyf in lede; That I before of thee have saide I se it is fulfillyd in dede. As a voce cryand I kend The wayes of Crist as I well can. I baptisid hym with both myn hende In the water of flume Jordan; The Holy Gost from heven discende As a white dowfe downe on me than; The Fader voyce, oure myrthes to amende, Was made to me lyke as a man: “Yond is my Son,” he saide, “And which me pleasses full well.” His light is on us layde And commys oure karys to kele. Now this same nyght lernyng have I. To me, Moyses, he shewid his myght And also to anothere oone, Hely, Where we stud on a hill on hyght. As whyte as snaw was his body; His face was like the son for bright. No man on mold was so myghty Grathly durst loke agans that light, And that same light here se I now Shynyng on us certayn, Wherethrugh truly I trow That we shall sone pas from this payn. Sen fyrst that hell was mayde And I was put therin, Sich sorow never ere I had, Nor hard I sich a dyn. My hart begynnys to brade, My wytt waxys thyn; I drede we cannot be glad, Thise saules mon fro us twyn. How, Belsabub, bynde thise boys; Sich harow was never hard in hell. Out, Rybald, thou royes! What is betyd, can thou oght tell? Whi, herys thou not this vgly noyse? Thise lurdans that in lymbo dwell Thay make menyng of many joyse And muster myrthes theym emell. Myrth? Nay, nay, that poynt is past. More hope of helth shall thay never have. They cry on Crist full fast, And says he shall theym save. Yee, though he do not, I shall, For they ar sparyd in specyall space; Whils I am prynce and pryncypall They shall never pas out of this place. Call up Astarot and Anaball To gyf us counsell in this case, Bell-berith and Bellyall To mar theym that sich mastry mase. Say to Sir Satan, oure syre, And byd hym bryng also Sir Lucyfer, lufly of lyre. All redy, lord, I go. Attollite portas principes vestras et elevamini porte eternales et introibit rex glorie. 4 Out, harro! Out, what devill is he That callys hym kyng over us all? Hark, Belzabub, com ne, For hedusly I hard hym call. Go spar the yates, yll mot thou thé, And set the waches on the wall. If that brodell com ne, With us ay won he shall; And if he more call or cry To make us more debate, Lay on hym hardely And make hym go his gate. Nay, with hym may ye not fyght, For he is kyng and conqueroure, And of so mekill myght And styf in every stoure; Of hym commys all this light That shynys in this bowre. He is full fers in fight, Worthi to wyn honoure. Honowre? Harsto, harlot, for what dede? All erthly men to me ar thrall; That lad that thou callys lord in lede He had never harbour, house, ne hall. How, Sir Sathanas, com nar And hark this cursid rowte. The devill you all to-har! What ales thee so to showte? And me if I com nar Thy brayn bot I bryst owte. Thou must com help to spar; We ar beseged abowte. Besegyd aboute? Whi, who durst be so bold For drede to make on us a fray? It is the Jew that Judas sold For to be dede this othere day. How, in tyme that tale was told; That trature travesses us allway. He shal be here full hard in hold, Bot loke he pas not, I thee pray. Pas? Nay, nay, he will not weynde From hens or it be war; He shapys hym for to sheynd All hell or he go far. Fy, faturs, therof shall he fayll. For all his fare I hym defy; I know his trantes fro top to tayll. He lyffys by gawdys and gilory; Therby he broght furth of oure bayll The lath Lazare of Betany. Bot to the Jues I gaf counsayll That thay shuld cause hym dy; I enterd ther into Judas That forward to fulfyll. Therfor his hyere he has Allwayes to won here styll. Sir Sathan, sen we here thee say Thou and the Jues were at assent, And wote he wan thee Lazare away 5 That unto us was taken to tent Hopys thou that thou mar hym may To muster the malyce that he has ment? For and he refe us now oure pray We will ye witt or he is went. I byd thee noght abaste Bot boldly make you bowne With toyles that ye intraste, And dyng that dastard downe. Attollite portas principes vestras, etc. 6 Outt, harro! What harlot is he That sayes his kyngdom shal be cryde? That may thou in sawter se, For of this prynce thus ere I saide: I saide that he shuld breke Youre barres and bandys by name, And of youre warkys take wreke; Now shall thou se the same. Ye prynces of hell, open youre yate And let my folk furth gone; A prynce of peasse shall enter therat Wheder ye will or none. What art thou that spekys so? A kyng of blys that hight Jesus. Yee, hens fast I red thou go And mell thee not with us. Oure yates I trow will last, Thay ar so strong I weyn; Bot if oure barres brast For thee they shall not twyn. This stede shall stand no longer stokyn; Open up and let my pepill pas. Out, harro, oure bayll is brokyn, And brusten ar all oure bandys of bras! Harro, oure yates begyn to crak; In sonder I trow they go, And hell I trow will all to-shak! Alas, what I am wo. Lymbo is lorne, alas! Sir Sathanas, com up; This wark is wars then it was. Yee, hangyd be thou on a cruke! Thefys, I bad ye shuld be bowne, If he maide mastrés more, To dyng that dastard downe, Sett hym both sad and sore. To sett hym sore that is sone saide; Com thou thiself and serve hym so. We may not abyde his bytter brayde; He wold us mar and we were mo. 7 Fy, faturs, wherfor were ye flayd? Have ye no force to flyt hym fro? Loke in haste my gere be grayd; Myself shall to that gadlyng go. How, thou belamy, abyde With all thi boste and beyr And tell me in this tyde What mastrés thou makys here. I make no mastry bot for myne. I will theym save, that shall thee sow. Thou has no powere theym to pyne, Bot in my pryson for thare prow Here have they sorjornyd, noght as thyne Bot in this wayrd, thou wote as how. Why, were has thou bene ay syn That never wold negh theym nere or now? Now is the tyme, certan, My Fader ordand herfor That thay shuld pas fro payn In blys to dwell forevermore. Thy fader knew I well by syght: He was a wright his meett to wyn. Mary me mynnys thi moder hight, The utmast ende of all thy kyn. Say who made thee so mekill of myght? Thou wykyd feynde, lett be thi dyn. My Fader wonnes in heven on hight In blys that never more shall blyn; I am his oonly Son, His forward to fulfyll. Togeder will we won, And sonder when we wyll. Goddys son? Nay, then myght thou be glad, For no catell thurt thee crave; Bot thou has lyffyd ay lyke a lad In sorow and as a sympill knave. That was for the hartly luf I had Unto mans saull, it for to save, And for to make thee masyd and mad, And for that reson rufully to rafe. My godhede here I hyd In Mary, moder myne, Where it shall never be kyd To thee ne none of thyne. How now? This wold I were told in towne. Thou says God is thi syre; I shall thee prove by good reson Thou moyttys as man dos into myre. To breke thi byddyng they were full bowne And soyn they wroght at my desyre; From paradise thou putt theym downe In hell here to have thare hyre. And thou thyself by day and nyght Taght ever all men emang Ever to do reson and right, And here thou wyrkys all wrang. I wyrk no wrang that shall thou wytt If I my men fro wo will wyn; My prophetys playnly prechyd it, All the noytys that I begyn. They saide that I shuld be that ilke, In hell where I shuld intre in, To save my servandys fro that pytt Where dampnyd saullys shall syt for syn, And ilke true prophete tayll Shal be fulfillid in me. I have thaym boght fro bayll; In blis now shall they be. Now sen thou lyst to legge the lawes, Thou shal be tenyd or we twyn, For those that thou to witnes drawes Full even agans thee shall begyn. As Salamon saide in his sawes Who that ones commys hell within He shall never owte, os clerkys knawes; Therfor, belamy, let be thy dyn. Job, thi servande, also In his tyme can tell That nawder freynde nor fo Shall fynde relese in hell. He sayde full soyth, that shall thou se, In hell shal be no relese, Bot of that place then ment he Where synfull care shall ever encrese. In that bayll ay shall thou be, Where sorowes seyr shall never sesse, And my folke that were most fre Shall pas unto the place of peasse; For they were here with my will And so thay shall furth weynde. Thou shall thiself fulfyll Ever wo withoutten ende. Whi, and will thou take theym all me fro? Then thynk me thou art unkynde. Nay, I pray thee do not so; Umthynke thee better in thy mynde, Or els let me with thee go. I pray thee, leyffe me not behynde. Nay, tratur, thou shall won in wo, And till a stake I shall thee bynde. Now here I how thou menys emang With mesure and malyce for to mell, Bot sen thou says it shal be lang Yit som let allwayes with us dwell. Yis, wytt thou well, els were greatt wrang: Thou shall have Caym that slo Abell, And all that hastys theymself to hang As dyd Judas and Architophell, And Daton and Abaron, And all of thare assent, Cursyd tyranttys everilkon That me and myn tormente. And all that will not lere my law That I have left in land for new, That makys my commyng knaw And all my sacramentys persew, My deth, my rysyng, red by raw — Who trow thaym not, thay ar untrewe — Unto my dome I shall theym draw, And juge theym wars then any Jew. And thay that lyst to lere My law and lyf therby Shall never have harmes here, Bot welth, as is worthy. Now here my hand, I hold me payde; Thise poyntys ar playnly for my prow. If this be trew that thou has saide, We shall have mo then we have now. Thies lawes that thou has late here laide I shall theym lere not to alow; If thay myn take, thay ar betraide, And I shall turne theym tytt, I trow. I shall walk eest, I shall walk west, And gar theym wyrk well war. Nay, feynde, thou shal be feste, That thou shall flyt no far. Feste? Fy, that were a wykyd treson! Belamy, thou shal be smytt. Devill, I commaunde thee to go downe Into thi sete where thou shall syt. Alas, for doyll and care I synk into hell pyt. Sir Sathanas, so saide I are; Now shall thou have a fytt. Com now furth, my childer all. I forgyf you youre mys; With me now go ye shall To joy and endles blys. Lord, thou art full mekyll of myght That mekys thiself on this manere, To help us all as thou had us hight When both forfett, I and my fere. Here have we dwelt withoutten light Foure thowsand and sex hundreth yere. Now se we by this solempne sight, How that thi mercy makys us dere. Lord we were worthy More tornamentys to tast. Thou help us, Lord, with thy mercy As thou of myght is mast. Lord, I love thee inwardly That me wold make thi messyngere, Thi commyng in erth to cry, And tech thi fayth to folk in fere, Sythen before thee for to dy To bryng theym bodword that be here, How thay shuld have thi help in hy; Now se I all those poyntys appere. David, thi prophete trew, Oft-tymes told unto us Of thi commyng he knew, And saide it shuld be thus. As I saide ere, yit say I so: Ne derelinquas domine Animam meam in inferno: 8 Leyfe never my saull, Lord, after thee In depe hell, wheder dampned shall go; Suffre thou never thi sayntys to se The sorow of thaym that won in wo, Ay full of fylth, and may not fle. Make myrth, both more and les, And love oure Lord we may That has broght us fro bytternes In blys to abyde, for ay. Therfor now let us syng To love oure Lord Jesus; Unto his blys he will us bryng, Te Deum laudamus. Explicit extraccio animarum ab inferno. 9

(see note); (t-note) (t-note) To earth Adam’s sin somewhat more, truly suffering; (see note) died lay claim to what; (see note) many others pain fiend; won; deceit (see note) place; (see note) fiend fell from token make their delight (games) soon; (t-note) deed brothers, listen health years; (see note); (t-note) placed manifold gleam; (see note) soon; relieve gracious did shine clearly sin wicked pains; cease cruel (see note) taught spoke; walking shine; (see note) Christ here sent twice taught; (see note) strange discoveries found precious; deal embraced; intimately loyal life everlasting; (see note) salvation desire provided live on earth deed voice crying I taught; (see note) hands river descend dove; then cares to relieve (see note) (see note) Elias snow sun earth Quickly Shining; certainly I believe soon pass Since; (see note) noise beat quickly must; depart Beelzebub; (t-note) clamor; heard exaggerate; (see note); (t-note) has happened louts; (see note) moaning display joy among themselves point health (see note); [fol. 98v] locked chief (see note) give Baal-berith and Belial; (see note) such mischief make sire lovely of countenance; (see note) (see note) near hideously; heard bar the gates; thrive guards; (see note) scoundrel always live boldly way much strong; struggle room fierce Listen, scoundrel slaves lord in chief near hear; cursed company torment shout near brain; burst close besieged all around dare attack dead traitor opposes securely confined depart before; worse; (see note) destroy before traitors tricks lives by tricks and deceits; (t-note) pain loathsome; (see note) gave counsel; (see note) promise hire dwell since tend Hope display; intended if; rob; prey before be upset ready toils; trust strike; fool (see note) scoundrel proclaimed; (see note) psalter see break vengeance see gate; (see note) from there be gone Whether bliss; is named from here; say do not concern yourself gates think burst break in two closed (see note) barrier burst crack Asunder; believe shake worse hook Thieves; bade; ready strike; fool Cause him to be easily spoken; [fol. 99v]; (see note) bitter torment frightened flee from him Look; prepared fellow fair friend boast and noise time pain; (see note) punish their profit; (see note); (t-note) sojourned prison where; ever since go near; before ordained from carpenter; earn; (see note) I recall; is called; (t-note) (see note) much noise; (t-note) dwells cease only promise dwell separate; (t-note) wealth; need lived always as if simple man earnest love soul confused remorsefully to rave hide my mother revealed nor reason argue; (see note) ready soon; desire their hire Taught; among works all wrong deliver plainly tasks very one; (see note) enter damned souls each true prophet’s tale misery desire to cite annoyed before we part against speeches; (see note) once as clerks know friend; noise servant; (see note) neither friend nor foe release from truthfully; see (see note) meant sinful; increase misery forever various; cease peace go forth from me; (see note) Consider leave traitor; remain hear; intend meanwhile speak wrong Cain; slew; (see note) (t-note) (see note) those of like mind learn; (see note) known sacraments pursue read in turn; (see note) believe them not judgment worse desire to learn wealth (see note) profit recently laid down teach them not to recognize mine quickly make; do much worse fiend; secure flee not far struck (see note) sorrow before forth; children misdeeds commit yourself in this manner; (t-note) promised transgressed; companion (t-note) solemn dear; (see note) torments to experience; (see note) most would to earth to announce teach; faith; in company Subsequently message high points appear true; (see note); (t-note) Often before saints to see dwell in woe Ever altogether; [fol. 101r]; (t-note) from bitterness always sing (see note)