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				Satanas incipit dicens: 
				 
				DIABOLUS   For woo my witte es in a were 
				That moffes me mykill in my mynde: 
				The Godhede that I sawe so cleere 
				And parsayved that he shuld take kynde 
				Of a degree 
				That he had wrought, and I dedyned 
				That aungell kynde shuld it noght be. 
				And we wer faire and bright, 
				Therfore me thoght that he 
				The kynde of us tane myght, 
				And therat dedeyned me. 
				 
				The kynde of man he thoght to take 
				And theratt hadde I grete envye, 
				But he has made to hym a make 
				And harde to her I wol me hye 
				That redy way, 
				That purpose prove to putte it by, 
				And fande to pike fro hym that pray. 
				My travayle were wele sette 
				Myght I hym so betraye, 
				His likyng for to lette, 
				And sone I schalle assaye. 
				 
				In a worme liknes wille I wende 
				And founde to feyne a lowde lesynge. 
				Eve, Eve! 
				 
				EVE         Wha is thare? 
				 
				SATANAS                     I, a frende. 
				And for thy gude es the comynge 
				I hydir sought. 
				Of all the fruyt that ye se hynge 
				In paradise, why ete ye noght? 
				 
				EVE   We may of tham ilkane 
				Take al that us goode thought, 
				Save a tree outt is tane, 
				Wolde do harme to neyghe it ought. 
				 
				SATANAS    And why that tree, that wolde I witte, 
				Any more than all othir by? 
				 
				EVE   For oure Lord God forbeedis us itt, 
				The frute therof, Adam nor I, 
				To neghe it nere. 
				And yf we dide we both shuld dye, 
				He saide, and sese our solace sere. 
				 
				SATANAS    Yha, Eve, to me take tente. 
				Take hede and thou shalte here 
				What that the matere mente 
				He moved on that manere. 
				 
				To ete therof he you defende 
				I knawe it wele, this was his skylle; 
				Bycause he wolde non othir kende 
				Thes grete vertues that longes thertill. 
				For will thou see 
				Who etis the frute of goode and ille 
				Shalle have knowyng as wele as hee. 
				 
				EVE   Why what kynne thyng art thou 
				That telles this tale to me? 
				 
				SATANAS    A worme that wotith wele how 
				That yhe may wirshipped be. 
				 
				EVE   What wirshippe shulde we wynne therby? 
				To ete therof us nedith it nought; 
				We have lordshippe to make maistrie 
				Of alle thynge that in erthe is wrought. 
				 
				SATANAS    Woman, do way! 
				To gretter state ye may be broughte 
				And ye will do as I schall saye. 
				 
				EVE   To do is us full lothe 
				That shuld oure God myspaye. 
				 
				SATANAS    Nay, certis it is no wathe: 
				Ete it saffely ye maye. 
				 
				For perille ryght ther none in lyes 
				Bot worshippe and a grete wynnynge, 
				For right als God yhe shalle be wyse 
				And pere to hym in allkyn thynge. 
				Ay, goddis shalle ye be, 
				Of ille and gode to have knawyng, 
				For to be als wise as he. 
				 
				EVE   Is this soth that thou sais? 
				 
				SATANAS   Yhe, why trowes thou noght me? 
				I wolde be no kynnes wayes 
				Telle noght but trouthe to thee. 
				 
				EVE   Than wille I to thy techyng traste 
				And fange this frute unto oure foode. 
				 
				Et tunc debet accipere pomum. 
				 
				SATANAS    Byte on boldly, be nought abasshed, 
				And bere Adam to amende his mode 
				And eke his blisse. 
				 
				Tunc Satanas recedet. 
				 
				EVE   Adam, have here of frute full goode. 
				 
				ADAM   Alas, woman, why toke thou this? 
				Owre Lorde comaunded us bothe 
				To tente the tree of his. 
				Thy werke wille make hym wrothe. 
				Allas, thou has don amys. 
				 
				EVE   Nay, Adam, greve thee nought at it, 
				And I shal saie the reasonne why: 
				A worme has done me for to witte 
				We shalle be as goddis, thou and I, 
				Yf that we ete 
				Here of this tree; Adam, forthy 
				Lette noght that worshippe for to gete. 
				For we shalle be als wise 
				Als God that is so grete 
				And als mekill of prise; 
				Forthy ete of this mete. 
				 
				ADAM   To ete it wolde I nought eschewe 
				Myght I me sure in thy saying. 
				 
				EVE   Byte on boldely, for it is trewe, 
				We shalle be goddis and knawe al thyng. 
				 
				ADAM   To wynne that name 
				I schalle it taste at thy techyng. 
				 
				Et accipit et comedit. 
				 
				Allas, what have I done, for shame? 
				Ille counsaille, woo worthe thee. 
				A, Eve, thou art to blame; 
				To this entysed thou me, 
				Me shames with my lyghame, 
				 
				For I am naked, as methynke. 
				 
				EVE   Allas, Adam, right so am I. 
				 
				ADAM   And for sorowe sere why ne myght we synke, 
				For we have greved God almyghty 
				That made me man, 
				Brokyn his bidyng bittirly. 
				Allas, that ever we it began. 
				This werke, Eve, hast thou wrought 
				And made this bad bargayne. 
				 
				EVE   Nay, Adam, wite me nought. 
				 
				ADAM   Do wey, lefe Eve, whame than? 
				 
				EVE   The worme to wite wele worthy were, 
				With tales untrewe he me betrayed. 
				 
				ADAM   Allas, that I lete at thy lare 
				Or trowed the trufuls that thou me saide. 
				So may I byde, 
				For I may banne that bittir brayde 
				And drery dede that I it dyde. 
				Oure shappe for doole me defes; 
				Wherewith thay shalle be hydde? 
				 
				EVE   Late us take there fygge leves 
				Sythen it is thus betydde. 
				 
				ADAM   Ryght as thou sais, so shalle it bee, 
				For we are naked and all bare. 
				Full wondyr fayne I wolde hyde me 
				Fro my Lordis sight, and I wiste whare, 
				Where I ne roght!  
				 
				DOMINUS   Adam, Adam! 
				 
				ADAM                                 Lorde! 
				 
				DOMINUS                                     Where art thou, yhare? 
				 
				ADAM   I here thee, Lorde, and seys thee noght. 
				 
				DOMINUS   Say, wheron is it longe, 
				This werke, why hast thou wrought? 
				 
				ADAM   Lorde, Eve garte me do wronge 
				And to that bryg me brought. 
				 
				DOMINUS   Say, Eve, why hast thou garte thy make 
				Ete frute I bad thei shuld hynge stille 
				And comaunded none of it to take? 
				 
				EVE   A worme, Lord, entysed me therto, 
				So welaway 
				That ever I did that dede so dill. 
				 
				 DOMINUS   A wikkid worme, woo worthe thee ay, 
				For thou on this maner 
				Hast made tham swilke affraye. 
				My malysoune have thou here 
				With all the myght I may. 
				 
				And on thy wombe than shall thou glyde 
				And be ay full of enmyté 
				To al mankynde on ilke a side, 
				And erthe it shalle thy sustynaunce be 
				To ete and drynke. 
				Adam and Eve alsoo, yhe 
				In erthe than shalle ye swete and swynke 
				And travayle for youre foode. 
				 
				ADAM   Allas, whanne myght we synke, 
				We that haves alle worldis goode? 
				Ful derfly may us thynke. 
				 
				DOMINUS   Now, Cherubyn, myn aungell bryght, 
				To middilerth tyte go dryve there twoo. 
				 
				ANGELUS   Alle redy, Lorde, as it is right, 
				Syn thy wille is that it be soo, 
				And thy lykyng. 
				Adam and Eve, do you to goo, 
				For here may ye make no dwellyng. 
				Goo yhe forthe faste to fare, 
				Of sorowe may yhe synge. 
				 
				ADAM   Allas, for sorowe and care, 
				Owre handis may we wryng. 
				
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				Satan begins, saying 
				 
				turmoil; (t-note) 
				moves (distresses); greatly 
				(see note) 
				take on the nature 
				order 
				was offended; (t-note) 
				[of] angelic nature 
				 
				 
				might take on 
				offended 
				 
				(see note) 
				 
				mate 
				quickly; will; go 
				(t-note) 
				subvert it 
				try; pick (steal); prey 
				effort; well 
				 
				felicity; spoil 
				attempt [it] 
				 
				serpent’s 
				try to invent; lie 
				 
				 
				Who; (t-note) 
				 
				friend; (t-note) 
				good; (see note) 
				hither 
				hang 
				eat 
				 
				every one 
				 
				Except; is forbidden 
				Would; approach 
				 
				would I know 
				nearby 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				cease; various joys 
				 
				pay attention 
				hear 
				meant; (t-note) 
				 
				 
				denied 
				reason (purpose) 
				wanted no one else to know 
				belongs 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				kind of 
				 
				 
				knows well; (t-note) 
				 
				 
				gain 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				estate 
				If you 
				 
				despicable 
				should; anger 
				 
				danger 
				 
				 
				 
				gain 
				(see note) 
				equal; all things 
				 
				evil and good 
				 
				 
				true; you say 
				 
				trust 
				(i.e., in no manner) 
				 
				 
				trust 
				take 
				 
				And then she must take the apple 
				 
				 
				take [it to]; mood 
				 
				 
				Then Satan slips away 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				attend to 
				angry; (t-note) 
				[something] wrong 
				 
				 
				 
				serpent; caused; know 
				 
				 
				 
				Don’t forego; obtain 
				 
				 
				value 
				food 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				is true 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				 
				 
				And he takes [the fruit] and eats 
				 
				 
				Evil advisor, a curse on you 
				 
				enticed 
				body; (see note) 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				sorrow sore 
				 
				 
				cruelly 
				 
				 
				(t-note) 
				 
				 
				 
				dear; whom 
				 
				blame 
				 
				 
				took heed of your advice 
				trusted; trifling tales 
				 
				curse; sharp (terrible) act 
				evil; did 
				[human] form; misery; overcomes 
				 
				 
				fig leaves 
				Since this has happened 
				 
				 
				 
				gladly 
				if I knew where 
				Where I should not fear 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				quickly; (see note) 
				 
				hear; see 
				 
				what is the reason 
				 
				 
				made 
				breach 
				 
				enticed your mate 
				hang yet 
				 
				 
				seduced 
				 
				silly (foolish) 
				 
				a curse on you always; (see note) 
				 
				such trouble 
				curse 
				 
				 
				belly 
				 
				everywhere 
				(t-note) 
				(t-note) 
				(see note) 
				sweat; work 
				struggle 
				 
				 
				 
				grievous; (t-note) 
				 
				(see note) 
				quickly 
				 
				 
				Since 
				(t-note) 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				 
				
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