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				ANGELUS   That Lord of lyffe lele aylastand, 
				Whos myght unmesured is to meyne, 
				He shoppe the sonne, bothe see and sande, 
				And wroughte this worlde with worde, I wene. 
				His aungell cleere, as cristall clene, 
				Here unto you thus am I sente 
				This tide. 
				Abell and Cayme, yei both bydeyne, 
				To me enteerly takis entent; 
				To meve my message have I ment, 
				If that ye bide. 
				 
				Allemyghty God of myghtes moste, 
				When he had wrought this world so wide 
				Nothynge hym thoughte was wroughte in waste 
				But in his blissyng boune to bide. 
				Neyne Ordurs for to telle, that tyde, 
				Of aungeles bryght he bad ther be. 
				For pride 
				And sone the tente part it was tried 
				And wente awaye, as was worthye; 
				They heild to helle alle that meyne, 
				Therin to bide. 
				 
				Thanne made he manne to his liknes 
				That place of price for to restore, 
				And sithen he kyd him such kyndnes, 
				Somwhat wille he wirke therfore. 
				The tente to tyne he askis, no more, 
				Of alle the goodes he haves you sent, 
				Full trew. 
				To offyr loke that ye be yore, 
				And to my tale yhe take entent, 
				For ilke a lede that liffe has lente, 
				So shalle you ensewe. 
				 
				ABELL   Gramercy, God of thy goodnes, 
				That me on molde has marked thi man. 
				I worshippe thee with worthynes, 
				With alle the comforte that I can. 
				Me for to were fro warkes wanne 
				For to fulfille thy comaundement, 
				The teynd 
				Of alle the gode sen I beganne 
				Thow shalle it have, sen thou it sent. 
				Come, brothir Cayme, I wolde we wente 
				With hert ful hende. 
				 
				 CAYM   We, whythir now in wilde waneand? 
				Trowes thou I thynke to trusse of towne? 
				Goo, jape thee, robard jangillande; 
				Me liste noght nowe to rouk nor rowne. 
				 
				ABELL   A, dere brothir, late us be bowne 
				Goddis biddyng blithe to fulfille, 
				I tell thee. 
				 
				CAYME   Ya, daunce in the devil way, dresse thee downe, 
				For I wille wyrke even as I will. 
				What mystris thee, in gode or ille,  
				Of me to melle thee? 
				 
				ABELL   To melle of thee myldely I may; 
				Bot, goode brothir, go we in haste, 
				Gyffe God oure teynde dulye this day; 
				He byddis us thus, be nought abassed. 
				 
				 CAYME   Ya, devell methynketh that werke were waste, 
				That he us gaffe geffe hym agayne 
				To se. 
				Nowe fekyll frenshippe for to fraste 
				Methynkith ther is in hym sarteyne. 
				If he be moste in myghte and mayne, 
				What nede has he? 
				 
				ABELL   He has non nede unto thi goode, 
				But it wille please hym principall 
				If thou, myldly in mayne and moode, 
				Grouche noght geve hym tente parte of all. 
				. . .  
				[ANGELUS]   It shall be done evyn as ye bydd, 
				And that anone. 
				 
				BREWBARRET   Lo, maister Cayme, what shaves bryng I, 
				Evyn of the best for to bere seyd, 
				And to the feylde I wyll me hye 
				To fetch you moo, if ye have neyd. 
				 
				CAYME   Cume up, sir knave, the devyll thee speyd, 
				Ye will not come but ye be prayd. 
				 
				BREWBARRET   O, maister Caym, I have broken my to! 
				 
				CAYME   Come up, syr, for by my thryft, 
				Ye shall drynke or ye goo. 
				 
				ANGELUS   Thowe cursyd Came, where is Abell? 
				Where hais thowe done thy broder dere? 
				 
				CAYME   What askes thowe me that taill to tell, 
				For yit his keper was I never? 
				 
				ANGELUS   God hais sent thee his curse downe, 
				Fro hevyn to hell, maladictio dei. 
				 
				CAYME   Take that thyself, evyn on thy crowne, 
				Quia non sum custos fratris mei, 
				To tyne.  
				 
				ANGELUS   God hais sent thee his malyson, 
				And inwardly I geve thee myne. 
				 
				CAYME   The same curse light on thy crowne, 
				And right so myght it worth and be 
				For he that sent that gretyng downe, 
				The devyll myght speyd both hym and thee. 
				Fowll myght thowe fall. 
				Here is a cankerd company; 
				Therefore Goddes curse light on you all. 
				 
				 ANGELUS   What hast thou done? Beholde and heere: 
				The voice of his bloode cryeth vengeaunce 
				Fro erthe to heven, with voice entere, 
				This tyde. 
				That God is greved with thy grevaunce 
				Take hede, I schalle telle thee tydandis, 
				Therfore abide. 
				 
				Thou shall be curssed uppon the grounde. 
				God has geffyn thee his malisonne. 
				Yff thou wolde tyll the erthe so rounde 
				No frute to thee ther shalle be founde. 
				Of wikkidnesse sen thou arte sonne, 
				Thou shalle be waferyng here and there 
				This day. 
				In bittir bale nowe art thou boune, 
				Outcastyn shal thou be for care. 
				No man shal rewe of thy misfare 
				For this affraie. 
				 
				CAYME   Allas, for syte, so may I saye, 
				My synne it passis al mercie, 
				For askid thee, Lord, I ne maye; 
				To have it am I nought worthy. 
				Fro thee shalle I be hidde in hye, 
				Thou castis me, Lorde, oute of my kyth 
				In lande. 
				Both here and there outecaste am I, 
				For ilke a man that metis me with, 
				They wille slee me, be fenne or ferth, 
				With dynte of hande. 
				 
				ANGELUS   Nay, Cayme, nought soo, have thou no drede. 
				Who that thee slees shalle ponnysshed be 
				Sevene sithis for doyng of that dede. 
				Forthy a token shal thou see: 
				It shalle be prentyd so in thee 
				That ilke a man shalle thee knowe full wele. 
				 
				 CAYM   Thanne wolle I fardir flee 
				For shame. 
				Sethen I am sette thus out of seill, 
				That curse that I have for to feill, 
				I giffe you the same. 
				
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				truly everlasting 
				mean 
				shaped (created) 
				believe 
				 
				 
				[At] this time; (t-note) 
				now 
				fully pay attention 
				move (set forth); (t-note) 
				abide 
				 
				 
				(t-note) 
				Nothing; superfluous; (see note) 
				was bound to abide 
				Orders; time 
				commanded 
				 
				soon; tenth; tested 
				(i.e., as they deserved) 
				fell; company 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				extended to him 
				 
				tenth to lose (give up) 
				 
				 
				ready 
				pay attention 
				every man 
				(t-note) 
				 
				(t-note) 
				earth 
				 
				 
				defend; evil works 
				 
				tenth part (tithe) 
				goods since 
				 
				 
				gracious 
				 
				insane waning [of moon] (i.e., an inauspicious time); (see note) 
				Think; leave town; (see note) 
				jangling felon 
				I’d prefer; talk [privately]; mumble 
				 
				obliged 
				happily 
				 
				 
				(i.e., out of my way) 
				 
				Why do you need 
				To meddle with me yourself 
				 
				 
				 
				Give; tithe 
				upset 
				 
				 
				gave give 
				 
				fickle; test 
				 
				with determination 
				 
				 
				of your goods 
				 
				(i.e., willingly) 
				Grudge 
				[pages missing, see textual note] 
				(t-note) 
				 
				 
				sheaves; (see note) 
				seed 
				 
				 
				 
				speed 
				begged 
				 
				toe 
				 
				 
				ere 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				God’s curse [on you] 
				 
				 
				Because I am not my brother’s keeper; (see note) 
				To trouble you 
				 
				curse 
				 
				 
				 
				occur 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				hear 
				 
				 
				[At] this time 
				 
				tidings 
				 
				 
				 
				curse 
				till (plow); (see note) 
				 
				 
				wandering 
				 
				bound 
				 
				feel sorry for 
				assault 
				 
				sorrow 
				(see note) 
				ask [it] of you 
				 
				 
				kinfolk 
				 
				 
				every man 
				kill; swamp or frith (forest) 
				a blow 
				 
				 
				punished; (see note) 
				Seven times; deed 
				(see note) 
				imprinted so on 
				 
				 
				further; (t-note) 
				 
				Since; prosperity 
				know 
				give 
				
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