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				ANGELUS   Alle creatures to me take tent, 
				Fro God of heven now am I sent 
				Unto the wrecchis that wronge has went 
				Thaymself to woo; 
				The joie of heven that thaym was lent 
				Is lost thaym froo. 
				 
				Fro thaym is loste bothe game and glee. 
				He badde that thei schuld maistirs be 
				Over alle kynne thyng, oute tane a tree 
				He taught them tille, 
				And therto wente bothe she and he 
				Agayne his wille. 
				 
				Agaynst his wille thus have they wrought 
				To greeffe grete God gaffe they right noght, 
				That wele wytt ye; 
				And therfore syte is to thaym sought, 
				As ye shalle see. 
				 
				The fooles that faithe is fallen fra, 
				Take tente to me nowe or ye ga: 
				Fro God of heven unto yow twa 
				Sente am I nowe 
				For to warne you what kynne wa 
				Is wrought for you. 
				 
				ADAM   For us is wrought, so welaway, 
				Doole endurand nyghte and day; 
				The welthe we wende have wonnyd in ay 
				Is loste us fra. 
				For this myscheffe ful wele we may 
				Ever mornyng ma. 
				 
				ANGELUS   Adam, thyselffe made al this syte, 
				For to the tree thou wente full tyte 
				And boldely on the frute gan byte 
				My Lord forbed. 
				 
				ADAM   Yaa, allas, my wiffe that may I wite, 
				For scho me red. 
				 
				ANGELUS   Adam, for thou trowyd hir tale, 
				He sendis thee worde and sais thou shale 
				Lyffe ay in sorowe, 
				Abide and be in bittir bale 
				Tille he thee borowe. 
				 
				ADAM   Allas, wrecchis, what have we wrought! 
				To byggly blys we bothe wer brought; 
				Whillis we wer thare 
				We hadde inowe; nowe have we noghte. 
				Allas, for care. 
				 
				EVE   Oure cares ar comen bothe kyne and colde, 
				With fele fandyngis manyfolde; 
				Allas, that tyraunte to me tolde 
				Thurghoute his gyle 
				That we shulde have alle welthis in walde, 
				Wa worthe the whyle. 
				 
				ANGELUS   That while yee wrought unwittely 
				Soo for to greve God Almyghty, 
				And that mon ye full dere abye 
				Or that ye ga; 
				And to lyffe, as is worthy, 
				In were and wa. 
				 
				Adam, have this, luke howe ye thynke 
				And tille withalle thi meete and drynke 
				For evermore. 
				 
				ADAM   Allas, for syte why myght I synke, 
				So shames me sore. 
				 
				EVE   Soore may we shame with sorowes seere 
				And felly fare we bothe in feere. 
				Allas, that evyr we neghed it nere, 
				That tree untill. 
				With dole now mon we bye full dere 
				Oure dedis ille. 
				 
				ANGELUS   Giffe, for thou beswyked hym swa, 
				Travell herto shalle thou ta: 
				Thy barnes to bere with mekill wa, 
				This warne I thee. 
				Buxum shalle thou and othir ma 
				To man ay be. 
				 
				EVE   Allas, for doole, what shalle I doo? 
				Now mon I never have rest ne roo. 
				 
				ADAM   Nay, lo, swilke a tole is taken me too 
				To travaylle tyte. 
				Nowe is shente both I and shoo, 
				Allas, for syte. 
				 
				Allas, for syte and sorowe sadde, 
				Mournynge makis me mased and madde 
				To thynke in herte what helpe I hadde, 
				And nowe has none. 
				On grounde mon I nevyr goo gladde, 
				My gamys ere gane. 
				 
				Gone ar my games withowten glee; 
				Allas, in blisse kouthe we noght bee, 
				For putte we were to grete plenté 
				At prime of the day. 
				Be tyme of none alle lost had wee, 
				Sa welawaye. 
				 
				Sa welaway, for harde peyne, 
				Alle bestis were to my biddyng bayne; 
				Fisshe and fowle, they were fulle fayne 
				With me to founde, 
				And nowe is alle thynge me agayne 
				That gois on grounde. 
				 
				On grounde ongaynely may I gange 
				To suffre syte and peynes strange: 
				Alle is for dede I have done wrange 
				Thurgh wykkid wyle. 
				On lyve methynkith I lyffe to lange, 
				Allas the whille. 
				 
				A, Lord, I thynke what thynge is this 
				That me is ordayned for my mysse, 
				Gyffe I wirke wronge whom shulde me wys 
				Be any waye? 
				How beste wille be, so have I blisse, 
				I shalle assaye. 
				 
				Allas, for bale, what may this bee, 
				In worlde unwisely wrought have wee; 
				This erthe it trembelys for this tree 
				And dyns ilke dele. 
				Alle this worlde is wrothe with mee, 
				This wote I wele. 
				 
				Full wele I wote my welthe is gone, 
				Erthe, elementis, everilkane, 
				For my synne has sorowe tane, 
				This wele I see. 
				Was nevere wrecchis so wylle of wane 
				As nowe ar wee. 
				 
				EVE   We are fulle wele worthy, iwis, 
				To have this myscheffe for oure mys, 
				For broght we were to byggely blys, 
				Ever in to be. 
				Now my sadde sorowe certis is this, 
				Mysilfe to see. 
				 
				ADAM   To see it is a sytfull syghte: 
				We bothe that were in blis so brighte, 
				We mon go nakid every ilke a nyghte 
				And dayes bydene. 
				Allas, what womans witte was light, 
				That was wele sene. 
				 
				EVE   Sethyn it was so me knyth it sore, 
				Bot sen that woman witteles ware, 
				Mans maistrie shulde have bene more 
				Agayns the gilte. 
				 
				ADAM   Nay, at my speche wolde thou never spare; 
				That has us spilte. 
				 
				EVE   Iff I hadde spoken youe oughte to spill, 
				Ye shulde have taken gode tent theretyll 
				And turnyd my thought. 
				 
				ADAM   Do way, woman, and neme it noght, 
				 
				For at my biddyng wolde thou not be, 
				And therfore my woo wyte I thee. 
				Thurgh ille counsaille thus casten ar we 
				In bittir bale. 
				Nowe God late never man aftir me 
				Triste woman tale. 
				 
				For certis me rewes fulle sare 
				That evere I shulde lerne at thi lare, 
				Thy counsaille has casten me in care, 
				That thou me kende. 
				 
				EVE   Be stille, Adam, and nemen it na mare, 
				It may not mende. 
				 
				For wele I wate I have done wrange, 
				And therfore evere I morne emange. 
				 
				ADAM   Allas, the whille I leve so lange 
				Dede wolde I be. 
				On grounde mon I never gladde gange 
				Withowten glee. 
				 
				Withowten glee I ga, 
				This sorowe wille me sla, 
				This tree unto me wille I ta 
				That me is sende. 
				He that us wrought wisse us fro wa, 
				Wharesom we wende. 
				
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				give attention; (t-note) 
				 
				precipitated 
				woe 
				 
				 
				 
				From 
				 
				natural things, except 
				 
				 
				Against 
				 
				 
				grieve; gave 
				know 
				sorrow 
				 
				 
				from 
				go 
				two 
				 
				type of woe 
				 
				 
				 
				Sadness (Sorrow) 
				thought to have lived in always 
				from 
				 
				mourning make 
				 
				sorrow 
				quickly 
				 
				forbid 
				 
				blame 
				counseled 
				 
				trusted 
				shall 
				Live 
				 
				redeem 
				 
				 
				matchless 
				While 
				enough 
				 
				 
				sharp 
				many temptations; (see note) 
				 
				 
				the world 
				Woe 
				 
				mindlessly 
				 
				dearly abide 
				go 
				live 
				misery and woe 
				 
				(see note) 
				till [the soil] for; food 
				 
				 
				sorrow 
				 
				 
				many 
				with sin burdened; together 
				approached 
				 
				must we purchase 
				deeds bad 
				 
				If; deceived; so; (t-note) 
				Travail; take (have); (see note) 
				children 
				 
				Obedient; more 
				 
				 
				 
				may; or peace 
				 
				such a tool; given 
				quickly 
				guilty; she 
				sorrow 
				 
				 
				confused; mad 
				 
				 
				may 
				[Even] my recreation is gone 
				 
				joys 
				could 
				 
				beginning; (see note) 
				noon 
				 
				 
				 
				obedient 
				eagerly 
				 
				against 
				goes 
				 
				uneasily; go 
				sorrow 
				[a] deed; wrong 
				wile (trickery) 
				live too long 
				 
				 
				 
				error 
				If; who; assist 
				By 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				trembles 
				makes noise in every manner 
				angry 
				know I well 
				 
				know my well being 
				everything 
				taken 
				well (clearly) 
				at a loss (distraught) 
				 
				 
				 
				sin 
				great 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				sorrowful sight 
				 
				might [in the garden]; (see note) 
				indeed 
				mind was weak 
				well seen 
				 
				Since; I regret it greatly 
				since; were 
				 
				guilt 
				 
				 
				brought us to grief 
				 
				 
				attention 
				changed my mind 
				 
				name 
				 
				 
				blame 
				Through 
				 
				let 
				Trust 
				 
				repent; sore 
				lore 
				 
				made known 
				 
				name it no more 
				 
				 
				know; wrong 
				mourn always 
				 
				live so long; (t-note) 
				Dead; (see note) 
				must; go 
				 
				 
				 
				kill 
				take 
				[to] me 
				keep; woe 
				Wherever; wander 
				
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