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				DEUS    Fyrst qwen I wrought this world so wyde, 
				Wode and wynde and watters wane, 
				Hevyn and helle was noght to hyde, 
				Wyth herbys and gyrse thus I begane. 
				In endles blysse to be and byde, 
				And to my liknes made I man, 
				Lorde and syre on ilke a side 
				Of all medillerthe I made hym than. 
				 
				A woman also with hym wroght I, 
				Alle in lawe to lede ther lyffe. 
				I badde thame waxe and multiplye 
				To fulfille this worlde, withowtyn striffe. 
				Sythn hays men wroght so wofully 
				And synne is nowe reynand so ryffe, 
				That me repentys and rewys forthi 
				That ever I made outhir man or wiffe. 
				 
				Bot sen they make me to repente 
				My werke I wroght so wele and trewe, 
				Wythowtyn seys will noght assente 
				Bot ever is bowne more bale to brewe. 
				Bot for ther synnes thai shall be shente 
				And fordone hoyly, hyde and hewe. 
				Of tham shal no more be mente, 
				Bot wirke this werke I wille al newe. 
				 
				Al newe I will this worlde be wroght 
				And waste away that wonnys therin; 
				A flowyd above thame shall be broght 
				To stroye medilerthe, both more and myn. 
				Bot Noe alon, lefe shal it noght, 
				To all be sownkyn for ther synne; 
				He and his sones, thus is my thoght, 
				And with there wyffes away sall wynne. 
				 
				Nooe, my servand, sad an cleyn, 
				For thou art stabill in stede and stalle, 
				I wyll thou wyrke, withowten weyn, 
				A warke to saffe thiselfe wythall. 
				 
				NOE   O, mercy Lorde, qwat may this meyne? 
				 
				DEUS    I am thi Gode of grete and small 
				Is comyn to telle thee of thy teyn 
				And qwat ferly sall eftir fall. 
				 
				NOE   A, Lorde, I lowe thee lowde and still 
				That unto me, wretche unworthye, 
				Thus with thy worde, as is thi will, 
				Lykis to appere thus propyrly. 
				 
				DEUS    Nooe, as I byd thee, doo fulfill. 
				A shippe I will have wroght in hye; 
				All yf thou can litill skyll, 
				Take it in hande, for helpe sall I. 
				 
				NOE   A, worthy Lorde, wolde thou take heede, 
				I am full olde and oute of qwarte, 
				That me liste do no daies dede 
				Bot yf gret mystir me garte. 
				 
				DEUS    Begynne my werke behoves thee nede, 
				And thou wyll passe from peynes smerte; 
				I sall thee sokoure and thee spede 
				And giffe thee hele in hede and hert. 
				 
				I se suche ire emonge mankynde 
				That of thare werkis I will take wreke, 
				Thay shall be sownkyn for thare synne; 
				Therfore a shippe I wille thou make. 
				Thou and thi sonnes shall be therein, 
				They sall be savyd for thy sake. 
				Therfore go bowdly and begynne 
				Thy mesures and thy markis to take. 
				 
				NOE   A, Lorde, thi wille sall ever be wroght 
				Os counsill gyfys of ilka clerk, 
				Bot first of shippecraft can I right noght; 
				Of ther makyng have I no merke. 
				 
				DEUS    Noe, I byd thee hartely have no thought: 
				I sall thee wysshe in all thi werke, 
				And even to itt till ende be wroght; 
				Therfore to me take hede and herke. 
				 
				Take high trees and hewe thame cleyne, 
				All be sware and noght of skwyn, 
				Make thame of burdes and wandes betwene, 
				Thus thrivandly and noght over thyn. 
				Luke that thi semes be suttilly seyn 
				And naylid wele that thei noght twyne. 
				Thus I devyse ilk dele bedeyne; 
				Therfore do furthe, and leve thy dyne. 
				 
				Three hundred cubyttis it sall be lang 
				And fyfty brode, all for thy blys, 
				The highte of thyrty cubittis strang, 
				Lok lely that thou thynke on this. 
				Thus gyffe I thee grathly or I gang 
				Thi mesures that thou do not mysse. 
				Luk nowe that thou wirke noght wrang; 
				Thus wittely sen I thee wyshe. 
				 
				NOE   A, blistfull Lord, that al may beylde, 
				I thanke thee hartely both ever and ay, 
				Fyfe hundreth wyntres I am of elde, 
				Methynk ther yeris as yestirday. 
				Ful wayke I was and all unwelde. 
				My werynes is wente away, 
				To wyrk this werke here in this feylde 
				Al be myselfe I will assaye. 
				 
				To hewe this burde I wyll begynne, 
				But firste I wille lygge on my lyne. 
				Now bud it be alle in like thynne, 
				So that it nowthyr twyne nor twynne. 
				Thus sall I june it with a gynn, 
				And sadly sett it with symonde fyne; 
				Thus schall I wyrke it both more and myne 
				Thurgh techyng of God, maister myne. 
				 
				. . .  
				More suttelly kan no man sewe: 
				It sall be cleyngked ever ilka dele, 
				With nayles that are both noble and newe; 
				Thus sall I feste it fast to feele. 
				Take here a revette and there a rewe, 
				With the bowe ther nowe wyrke I wele. 
				This werke I warand both gud and trewe. 
				 
				Full trewe it is who will take tente, 
				Bot faste my force begynnes to fawlde; 
				A hundereth wyntres away is wente 
				Sen I began this werk, full grathely talde, 
				And in slyke travayle for to be bente 
				Is harde to hym that is thus olde. 
				But he that to me this messages sent, 
				He wille be my beylde, thus am I bowde. 
				 
				DEUS    Nooe, this werke is nere an ende 
				And wrought right as I warned thee, 
				Bot yit in maner it must be mende; 
				Therfore this lessoun lerne at me. 
				For dyverse beestis therin must lende 
				And fewles also in there degree, 
				And for that thay sall not sam blende, 
				Dyverse stages must ther be. 
				 
				And qwen that it is ordand soo 
				With dyverse stawllys and stagis seere, 
				Of ilka kynde thou sall take twoo, 
				Bothe male and femalle fare in fere. 
				Thy wyffe, thy sonnes, with thee sall goo, 
				And thare thre wyffes, withowten were: 
				There eight bodies withowten moo 
				Sall thus be saved on this manere. 
				 
				Therfore to my biddyng be bayne: 
				Tille all be herberd haste thee faste 
				Eftir the seventh day sall it rayne 
				Tille fowrty dayes be fully paste. 
				Take with thee geere, sclyk os may gayne, 
				To man and beeste thare lyffes to laste. 
				I sall thee socoure for certeyne 
				Tille alle thi care awey be kaste. 
				 
				NOE   A, Lorde, that ilka mys may mende, 
				I lowe thi lare, both lowde and stille; 
				I thanke thee both with herte and hende 
				That me wille helpe fro angrys hill. 
				Abowte this werke now bus me wende 
				With beestys and fewlys my shippe to fill. 
				He that to me this crafte has kende, 
				He wysshe us with his worthy wille. 
				
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				when 
				Wood; waters dark 
				 
				grass 
				 
				 
				every side 
				middle-earth; then 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				Since [then] have 
				reigning so completely; (see note) 
				regrets 
				either 
				 
				 
				 
				ceasing 
				bound; (t-note) 
				destroyed 
				undone entirely (wholly); hue 
				 
				 
				 
				made 
				lives 
				flood; (t-note) 
				destroy; less 
				leave; (t-note) 
				sunken (drowned) 
				 
				escape 
				 
				somber and [morally] clean 
				(i.e., all places) 
				will (order); slacking 
				save 
				 
				what 
				 
				 
				difficulty (pain) 
				marvelous thing shall; happen 
				 
				love (praise) 
				 
				 
				Deigns; personally 
				 
				(t-note) 
				 
				have limited ability 
				 
				 
				 
				physically unfit; (see note) 
				would prefer to do; work 
				need make me 
				 
				 
				 
				succor 
				give; health; head; heart 
				 
				hostility [to me] 
				vengeance 
				sunken (drowned); (t-note) 
				 
				 
				 
				boldly 
				measurements 
				 
				 
				Us; gives to 
				 
				mark (ability) 
				 
				 
				guide 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				square; not at an angle; (see note); (t-note) 
				boards; battens; (t-note) 
				skillfully; thin 
				seams; carefully sealed 
				separate 
				aspect altogether 
				go forth; (i.e., say nothing more) 
				 
				(see note); (t-note) 
				 
				strong; (t-note) 
				truly 
				give; truly before I go 
				(t-note) 
				wrong 
				intelligently since; direct 
				 
				defend 
				 
				age 
				 
				weak; lacking in strength 
				 
				 
				attempt 
				 
				board; (see note) 
				lay; line (for measuring) 
				must; of regular thickness; (t-note) 
				separate or warp 
				join; tool; (t-note) 
				firmly seal; caulk; (t-note) 
				less 
				 
				 
				[line missing, see note] 
				skillfully; join [seams] 
				clenched in every part; (t-note) 
				rivets 
				 
				rivet; rove 
				[ship’s] bow; (t-note) 
				 
				 
				pay attention 
				fail; (t-note) 
				(see note) 
				Since; truly told 
				such effort; engaged 
				 
				 
				supporter; very confident; (t-note) 
				 
				(t-note) 
				taught 
				improved; (t-note) 
				 
				(t-note) 
				fowls 
				mix together; (t-note) 
				levels (decks); (see note); (t-note) 
				 
				when; ordered 
				various 
				every kind (species) 
				going in company; (t-note) 
				 
				doubt 
				more 
				 
				 
				obedient 
				harbored (lodged) 
				 
				passed 
				such as may be needed 
				 
				 
				(i.e., done with); (t-note) 
				 
				failing 
				praise thy teaching 
				hand 
				resentfulness; (t-note) 
				must; go 
				fowls 
				taught 
				direct 
				
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