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				[DEUS]   Ego sum Alpha et O[mega], vita, via, 
				Veritas primus et novissimus.1 
				 
				I am gracyus and grete, God withoutyn begynnyng, 
				I am maker unmade, all mighte es in me. 
				I am lyfe and way unto welth wynnyng; 
				I am formaste and fyrste, als I byd sall it be. 
				My blyssyng o ble sall be blendyng 
				And heldand, fro harme to be hydande, 
				My body in blys ay abydande 
				Unendande, withoutyn any endyng. 
				 
				Sen I am maker unmade, and most es of mighte, 
				And ay sall be endeles, and noghte es but I, 
				Unto my dygnyté dere sall diewly be dyghte 
				A place full of plenté to my plesyng at ply; 
				And therewith als wyll I have wroght 
				Many dyvers doynges bedene 
				Whilke warke sall mekely contene, 
				And all sall be made even of noghte. 
				 
				But onely the worthely warke of my wyll 
				In my sprete sall enspyre the mighte of me, 
				And in the fyrste, faythely, my thoghte to fullfyll, 
				Baynely in my blyssyng I byd at here be 
				A blys al beledande abowte me; 
				In the whilke blys I byde at be here 
				Nyen ordres of aungels full clere, 
				In lovyng aylastande at lowte me. 
				
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				foremost; shall 
				of [my] countenance; dazzling 
				pouring out; protecting; (t-note) 
				always abiding 
				(t-note) 
				 
				 
				 
				dignity; be made 
				to design 
				 
				now 
				continue 
				 
				 
				worthy work 
				spirit 
				truly 
				Now; command to be here 
				all supporting 
				 
				Nine; (see note) 
				praise everlasting; worship 
				
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				I ANGELUS SERAPHYN   A, mercyfull maker, full mekill es thi mighte 
				That all this warke at a worde worthely has wroghte. 
				Ay loved be that lufly lorde of his lighte 
				That us thus mighty has made, that nowe was righte noghte, 
				In blys for to byde in hys blyssyng. 
				Aylastande, in luf lat us lowte hym, 
				At beelde us thus baynely abowete hym, 
				Of myrthe nevermore to have myssyng. 
				 
				I ANGELUS DEFICIENS, LUCIFERE   All the myrth that es made es markide in me. 
				The bemes of my brighthode ar byrnande so bryghte, 
				And I so semely in syghte myselfe now I se, 
				For lyke a lorde am I lefte to lende in this lighte. 
				More fayrear be far than my feres, 
				In me is no poynte that may payre. 
				I fele me fetys and fayre, 
				My powar es passande my peres. 
				 
				ANGELUS CHERABYN   Lord, wyth a lastande luf we love thee allone, 
				Thou mightefull maker that markid us and made us, 
				And wroghte us thus worthely to wone in this wones, 
				Ther never felyng of fylth may full us nor fade us. 
				All blys es here beeldande aboute us, 
				To whyls we are stabyll in thoughte 
				In the worschipp of hym that us wroght, 
				Of dere never thar us more dowte us. 
				 
				II ANGELUS DEFICIENS   O, what I am fetys and fayre and fygured full fytt!4 
				The forme of all fayrehede apon me es feste. 
				All welth in my weelde es, I wote be my wytte: 
				The bemes of my bryghthede are bygged with the beste. 
				My schewyng es schemerande and schynande, 
				So bygly to blys am I broghte. 
				Me nedes for to noy me righte noghte: 
				Here sall never payne me be pynande. 
				 
				ANGELUS SERAPHYN   With all the wytt at we welde we woyrschip thi wyll, 
				Thou gloryus God that es grunde of all grace. 
				Ay with stedefaste steven lat us stande styll, 
				Lorde, to be fede with the fode of thi fayre face. 
				In lyfe that es lely aylastande, 
				Thi dale, Lorde, es ay daynetethly delande, 
				And whoso that fode may be felande, 
				To se thi fayre face es noght fastande. 
				 
				I ANGELUS DEFECIENS, LUCIFER 
				Owe, certes, what I am worthely wroghte with wyrschip, iwys, 
				For in a glorius gle my gleteryng it glemes, 
				I am so mightyly made my mirth may noghte mys. 
				Ay sall I byde in this blys thorowe brightnes of bemes. 
				Me nedes noghte of noy for to neven. 
				All welth in my welde have I weledande, 
				Abowne yhit sall I be beeldand, 
				On heghte in the hyeste of hewven. 
				 
				Ther sall I set myselfe, full semely to seyghte, 
				To ressayve my reverence thorowe righte o renowne. 
				I sall be lyke unto hym that es hyeste on heghte — 
				Owe, what I am derworth and defte. 
				                            Owe, Dewes, all goes downe! 
				My mighte and my mayne es all marrande. 
				Helpe, felawes, in faythe I am fallande. 
				 
				II ANGELUS SERAPHYN   Fra heven are we heledande on all hande. 
				To wo are we weendande, I warande. 
				 
				LUCIFER, DEIABOLUS IN INFERNO   Owte, owte! harrowe! 
				                 Helples, slyke hote at es here! 
				This es a dongon of dole that I am to dyghte! 
				Whare es my kynde become, so cumly and clere? 
				Nowe am I laytheste, allas, that are was lighte. 
				My bryghtnes es blakkeste and blo nowe; 
				My bale es ay betande and brynande: 
				That gares ane go gowlande and gyrnande. 
				Owte, ay walaway! I well enew in wo nowe! 
				 
				II DIABILUS   Owte, owte! I go wode for wo! My wytte es all wente nowe. 
				All oure fode es but filth we fynde us beforn. 
				We that ware beelded in blys in bale are we brent nowe. 
				Owte on thee, Lucifer, lurdan, oure lyghte has thou lorne! 
				Thi dedes to this dole nowe has dyghte us. 
				To spill us thou was oure spedar, 
				For thow was oure lyghte and oure ledar, 
				The hegheste of heven hade thou hyght us. 
				 
				LUCIFER IN INFERNO   Walaway, wa es me now, nowe es it war thane it was! 
				Unthryvandely threpe yhe, I sayde but a thoghte. 
				 
				II DIABOLUS   We, lurdane, thou lost us! 
				 
				LUCIFER IN INFERNO                         Yhe ly, owte, allas! 
				I wyste noghte this wo sculde be wroghte. 
				Owte on yhow, lurdans, yhe smore me in smoke. 
				 
				II DIABOLUS   This wo has thou wroghte us. 
				 
				LUCIFER IN INFERNO                              Yhe ly, yhe ly! 
				 
				II DIABOLUS   Thou lyes, and that sall thou by:  
				We, lurdane, have at yowe, lat loke! 
				 
				ANGELUS CHERUBYN   A, Lorde, lovid be thi name that us this lyghte lente 
				Sen Lucifer oure ledar es lighted so lawe, 
				For hys unbuxumnes in bale to be brente, 
				Thi rightewysnes to rewarde on rowe 
				Ilke warke eftyr is wroghte. 
				Thorowe grace of thi mercyfull myghte, 
				The cause I se itt in syghte, 
				Wharefore to bale he es broghte. 
				 
				DEUS   Those foles for thaire fayrehede in fantasyes fell 
				And hade mayne of mi mighte that marked tham and made tham, 
				Forthi efter thaire warkes were, in wo sall thai well, 
				For sum ar fallen into fylthe that evermore sall fade tham 
				And never sall have grace for to gyrth tham. 
				So passande of power tham thoght tham, 
				Thai wolde noght me worschip that wroghte tham; 
				Forthi sall my wreth ever go with tham. 
				 
				Ande all that me wyrschippe sall wone here, iwys; 
				Forthi more forthe of my warke wyrke nowe I will. 
				Syn than ther mighte es for-marryde that mente all omys,5 
				Even to myne awne fygure this blys to fulfyll, 
				Mankynde of moulde will I make. 
				But fyrste wille I fourme hym before 
				All thyng that sall hym restore, 
				To whilke that his talente will take. 
				 
				Ande in my fyrste makyng, to mustyr my mighte, 
				Sen erthe es vayne and voyde, and myrknes emel, 
				I byd in my blyssyng yhe aungels gyf lyghte 
				To the erthe, for it faded when the fendes fell. 
				In hell sall never myrknes be myssande, 
				The myrknes thus name I for nighte, 
				The day that call I this lyghte. 
				My after warkes sall thai be wyssande. 
				 
				Ande nowe in my blyssyng I twyne tham in two, 
				The nighte even fro the day, so that thai mete never, 
				But ather in a kynde courese thaire gates for to go; 
				Bothe the nighte and the day, does dewly yhour deyver, 
				To all I sall wirke be yhe wysshyng. 
				This day warke es done ilke a dele, 
				And all this warke lykes me ryght wele, 
				And baynely I gyf it my blyssyng. 
				
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				great 
				(t-note) 
				praised be 
				 
				 
				Everlasting; praise let us worship 
				That we flourish; now 
				be lacking 
				 
				 
				radiance; burning 
				 
				exist 
				fairer; companions 
				become less 
				fine 
				 
				 
				 
				ordained 
				to dwell in this place 
				befoul; darken; (see note) 
				dwelling 
				As long as; constant; (see note) 
				 
				harm; worry 
				 
				 
				beauty; fast (fixed) 
				power; understand by; intelligence; (t-note) 
				as large as 
				appearance 
				surely 
				to trouble 
				afflicting 
				 
				that we 
				 
				voice 
				(see note) 
				truly 
				gift; bountifully giving 
				experiencing (tasting) 
				fasting 
				 
				 
				 
				radiance 
				 
				Always shall 
				harm to mention 
				 
				Above; dwelling 
				 
				 
				sight; (see note) 
				receive 
				 
				Oh; worthy; noble 
				Deus 
				resolve; weakening 
				falling 
				 
				falling 
				woe; wending; warrant 
				 
				 
				[I’m] helpless, such heat 
				suffering; condemned 
				nature 
				most loathsome; before 
				dark (discolored) 
				misery; beating and burning 
				makes one; wailing; grimacing 
				boil (suffer); enough 
				 
				mad 
				 
				living 
				rascal; lost 
				forced 
				hurt; facilitator 
				leader 
				called 
				 
				woe; worse 
				Unthrivingly chide 
				 
				Alas, rascal; destroyed 
				 
				You lie 
				thought 
				smother; (see note) 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				purchase 
				 
				 
				 
				Since; fallen so low 
				lack of humility in sorrow; burned 
				in the proper order of things 
				Each 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				fools; beauty; (t-note) 
				moan (complaint); (t-note) 
				Therefore; suffer 
				darken them 
				defend 
				surpassing 
				 
				wrath 
				 
				dwell; I know 
				even more 
				 
				in my image 
				earth; (see note) 
				before I form him I will 
				support him 
				ability will take [him] 
				 
				show 
				Since; empty; entire darkness 
				 
				fiends 
				absent 
				darkness 
				 
				known 
				 
				divide 
				meet; (see note) 
				each; natural; ways 
				duly your duty 
				directing 
				entirely 
				pleases me very much 
				now 
				
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