Alfred W. (Alfred William) Pollard.

English miracle plays, moralities, and interludes : specimens of the pre-Elizabethan drama online

. (page 6 of 26)
Online LibraryAlfred W. (Alfred William) PollardEnglish miracle plays, moralities, and interludes : specimens of the pre-Elizabethan drama → online text (page 6 of 26)
Font size
QR-code for this ebook

Bothe the nighte and the day, does dewly ^hour
deyver. 156

To all I sail wirke be _>'he wysshyng,
This day warke es done ilke a dele,
And all this warke lykes me ryght wele,
And baynely I gyf it my blyssyng. 160





GOD. I, God, that all this worlde hath wroughte,
Heaven and eairth, and all of naughte,
I see my people in deede and thoughte

Are sette fowle in synne;
My ghoste shall not linge in mone,
That through fleshe-likinge is my fonne,
But tell sixe skore yeaires be comen and gone,

To loke if the will blynne.
Man that I made I will destroye.
Beaste, worme and fowle to flye; i

For one eairth the doe me nye,

The folke that are theirone;
It harmes me so hurtfullye,
The malice that doth nowe multiplye,
That sore yt greives me hartelye i

That ever I made mon.
Therefore, Noye, my servante free,
That rightious man arte, as I see,
A shippe sone thou shall make thee

Of treeyes drye and lighte ; a

Littill chamberes therin thou make,
And byndinge slyche also thou take,
Within and without thou ne slake

To anoynte yt through all thy mighte.


Three hundreth cubettes it shall be longe, 25

And fiftie brode, to make yt stronge ;
Of heighte fiftie the meete thou fonge,

Thus messuer thou it aboute.
One wyndowe worcke through thy wytte,
A cubitte of lengthe and breade make itt, 30

Upon the syde a dore shall sit

For to come in and oute.
Eattinge places thou make alsoe,
Three rowfed chamberes on a roe :
For with waiter I thinke to slowe 35

Man that I can make ;
Destroyed all the worlde shalbe,
Save thou, thy wiffe, and children three,
And ther wiffes also with thee,

Shall saved be for thy sake. 40

NOYE. O, Lorde, I thanke thee lowde and still,
That to me arte in suche will,
And spares me and my howsehoulde to spill,

As I nowe southly fynde.

Thy byddinge, Lorde, I shall fulfill, 45

And never more thee greve nor grill,
That such grace hath sente me till

Amonght all mankinde.
Have done, you men and wemen all,
Hye you, leste this watter fall, 50

To worche this shippe, chamber and hall,

As God hath bedden us doe.

SEM. Father, I am all readye bowne ;
An axe I have, by my crowne !
As sharpe as anye in all this towne, 55

For to goe therto.

CAM. I have a hacchatt wounder keeyne,
To bitte well, as maye be scene,


A better grownden, as I wene,

Is not in all this towne. 60

JAFFETTE. And I can make well a pynne,
And with this hamer knocke it in :
Goe wee worcke boute more dynne,
And I am readye bowne.

NOYES WIFFE. And we shall bringe tymber too, 65

For we mone nothinge elles doe;
Wemen be weeke to underfoe
Any greate travill.

SEMES WIFFE. Hear is a good hacckinge stoccke,

One this you maye hewe and knocke, 70

Shall none be idle in this floccke ;
Ney nowe maye noe man fayle.

CAMMES WIFFE. And I will goe gaither slyche,
The shippe for to caulke and pyche,
Anoynte yt muste be every stiche, 75

Borde, tree, and pynne.

JEFFETTES WYFFE. And I will gaither chippes heare
To make a fier for you in feare,
And for to dighte youer dynner,

Againste your cominge in. 80

Then Noye begineth to builde the Arcke, and speaketh Noye :

NOYE. Now in the name of God, I will begyne
To make the shippe that we shall in,
That we maye be readye for to swyme

At the cominge of the fludde :

Thes bordes heare I pynne togeither, 85

To beare us saffe from the weither,
That we maye rowe both heither and theither,
And saffe be from the fludde.


Of this treey will I make the maste,

Tyed with cabbelles that will laste, 90

With a saile yarde for iche blaste.

And iche thinge in their kinde :
With toppe-castill, and boe spritte,
With cordes and roppes, I hold all meete
To sayle fourth at the nexte weete, 95

This shippe is att an ende.
Wyffe, in this vessel we shall be kepte :
My children and thou I woulde in ye lepte.

NOYES WIFFE. In fayth, Noye, I hade as leffe thou slepte !
For all thy frynishe fare, 100

I will not doe after thy reade.

NOYE. Good wyffe, doe nowe as I thee bydde.

NOYES WIFFE. Be Christe ! not or I see more neede,
Though thou stande all the daye and stare.

NOYE. Lorde, that wemen be crabbed aye, 105

And non are meke, I dare well saye,
This is well scene by me to daye,

In witnesse of you ichone.
Goodwiffe, lett be all this beare,
That thou maiste in this place heare; no

For all the wene that thou arte maister,

And so thou arte, by Sante John !

Then Noye with all his familie shall make a signe as though
the wroughte upon the shippe with divers instrumentes
and after that God shall speak to Noye, sayinge :

GOD. Noye, take thou thy meanye,

And in the shippe hie that you be,
For non soe righteous man to me 115

Is nowe one earth livinge;


Of cleane beastes with thee thou take,
Seven and seven, or then thou slake
He and shee, make to make,

Belive in that thou bringe. 120

Of beastes uncleane towe and towe,
Male and femalle, boute moe,
Of cleane fowles seven alsoe,

The he and shee togeither;

Off fowles uncleane twene and noe moe, 125

As I of beastes sayde before ;
That man be saved through my lore,

Againste I sende this weither.
Of all meates that mone be eatten,
Into the shippe loke there be getten ; 1 30

For that maye be noe waye forgotten,

And doe all this bydene,
To sustayne man and beaste therin,
Tell the watter cease and blynne.
This worlde ye filled full of synne, 135

And that is nowe well seene.
Seven dayes be yette cominge,
You shall have space them in to bringe ;
After that it is my likinge,

Mankinde for to anoye. 140

Fourtye dayes and fortye nightes
Raine shall fall for ther unrightes,
And that I have made through my mightes,

Nowe thinke I to destroye.

NOYE. Lorde, to thy byddinge I am beane, 145

Seinge noe other grace will gayne,
Yt will I fulfill fayne,

For gracious I thee fynde;
A hundred wyntter and twentye
This shippe makinge taryed have 1 : 150


Yf through amendment thy mercye

Woulde fall to mankinde,
Have donne you men and wemen alle,
Hye you leste this watter fall,
That iich beaste were in stalle, 155

And into the shippe broughte ;
Of cleane beastes seven shalbe,
Of uncleane two, this God bade me :
The fludde is nye, you maye well see,

Therefore tarye you naughte. 160

Then Noye shall goe into the Arcke with all his familye, his
wife excepte, and the Arcke must be borded round about,
and one the hordes all the beastes and foules painted.

SEM. Sir, heare are lions, leapardes, in,
Horses, mares, oxen, and swyne;
Goote and caulfe, sheepe and kine ;
Heare sitten thou maye see.

CAM. Camelles, asses, man maye fynde, 165

Bucke and doo, harte and hinde,
And beastes of all maner kinde,
Here be, as thinketh me.

JAFFETT. Take heare cattes, dogges too,

Atter and foxe, fullimartes alsoe; 170

Hares hoppinge gaylie can goe,
Heare have coule for to eate.

NOYES WIFFE. And heare are beares, woulfes sette,
Apes, oules, marmosette,

Weyscelles, squirelles, and firrette, 175

Heare the eaten ther meate.

SEMES WIFFE. Heare are beastes in this howse,
Heare cattes make yt crousse,
Heare a rotten, heare a mousse,

That standeth nighe togeither. 180


GAMES WIFFE. And heare are fowles lesse and more.
Hearnes, cranes, and bittor,
Swannes, peacokes, and them before
Meate for this weither.

JEFFATTES WIFFE. Heare are cockes, kitte, croes, 185
Rookes, ravens, manye roes,
Cuckoes, curlues, who ever knowes,

Iche one in his kinde ;
Heare are doves, digges, drackes,
Red-shonckes roninge through the lackes, 190

And ech fowle that leden makes
In this shippe nowe maye fynde.

NOYE. Wiffe, come in : why standes thou their ?
Thou arte ever frowarde, I dare well sweare ;
Come in, one Godes name ! halfe tyme yt were, 1 95
For feare leste that we drowne.

NOYES WIFFE. Yea, sir, sette up youer saile,
And rowe fourth with evill haile,
For withouten [anye] fayle

I will not oute of this towne ; 200

But I have my gossippes everyechone,
One foote further I will not gone :
The shall not drowne, by Sante John !

And I may save ther life.

The loven me full well, by Christe ! 205

But thou lett them into thy cheiste,
Elles rowe nowe wher thy leiste,

And gette thee a newe wiffe.

NOYE. Seme, sonne, loe ! thy mother is wrawe :

Forsooth, such another I doe not knowe. 210

SEM. Father, I shall fetch her in, I trowe,

Withoutten anye fayle.
Mother, my father after thee sende,


And byddes thee into yeinder shippe wende.
Loke up and see the wynde, 215

For we bene readye to sayle.

NOYES WIFFE. Seme, goe againe to hym, I saie;
I will not come theirin to daye.

NOYE. Come in, wiffe, in twentye devilles waye !

Or elles stand there without. 220

CAM. Shall we all feche her in ?

NOYE. Yea, sonnes, in Christe blessinge and myne !
I woulde you hied you be-tyme,
For of this flude I am in doubte.


The flude comes fleetinge in full faste, 225

One every syde that spreades full farre;
For feare of drowninge I am agaste;

Good gossippes, lett us drawe nere.
And lett us drinke or we departe,

For ofte tymes we have done soe ; 230

For att a draughte thou drinkes a quarte,

And soe will I do or I goe.

Heare is a pottill full of Malmsine, good and stronge ;
It will rejoyce bouth harte and tonge ;
Though Noye thinke us never so longe, 235

Heare we will drinke alike.

JEFFATTE. Mother, we praye you all together,
For we are heare, youer owne childer,
Come into the shippe for feare of the weither,
For his love that you boughte ! 240

NOYES WIFFE. That will not I, for all youer call,
But I have my gossippes all.


SEM. In faith, mother, yett you shalle,
Wheither thou wylte or note.

NOYE. Welckome, wiffe, into this botte. 245

NOYES WIFFE. Have thou that for thy note !

NOYE. Ha, ha ! marye, this is hotte !

It is good for to be still.
Ha ! children, me thinkes my botte remeves,
Our tarryinge heare highly e me greves, 250

Over the lande the watter spreades ;

God doe as he will.
A ! greate God, that arte so good,
That worckes not thy will is wood.
Nowe all this worlde is one a flude. 255

As I see well in sighte.
This wyndowe I will shutte anon,
And into my chamber I will gone,
Tell this watter, so greate one,

Be slacked through thy mighte. 260

Then shall Noye shutte the wyndowe of they Arcke, and for a
littill space be silent, and afterwards lookinge rounde
aboute shall saye :
[Now* 40 dayes are fullie gone
Send a raven I will anone
If ought-were earth, tree or stone,

Be drye in any place.

And if this foule come not againe 265*

It is a signe, soth to sayne,
That drye it is on hill or playne,

And God hath done some grace.

Tune dimittet corvum et capiens columbam in manibus dicat.
Ah Lord wherever this raven be
Somewhere is drye, well I see ; 270*

* The following 47 lines occur only in MS. Harl. 2124.


But yet a dove by my lewtye

After I will sende.
Thou wilt turne againe to me,
For of all fowles that may flye

Thou art most meke and hend. 275*

Tune emittet columbam el erit in nave alia columba ferens
olivam in ore quam dimittet aliquis ex malo per funem
in manus Noe ; et postea dicat Noe.

Ah lord, blessed be thou aye,
That me hast confort thus to day;
By this sight, I may well saye,

This flood begins to cease.

My sweete dove to me brought hase 280*

A branch of olyve from some place,
This betokeneth God has done us some grace

And is a signe of peace.
Ah lord honoured most thou be,
All earthe dryes now I see, 285*

But yet tyll thou comannde me

Hence will I not hye.
All this water is awaye
Therfore as sone as I maye
Sacryfice I shall doo in faye 290*

To thee devoutlye.

DEUS. Noe take thy wife anone,
And thy children every one,
Out of the shippe thou shall gone,

And they all with thee. 295*

Beastes and all that can flie
Out anone they shall hye,
On earth to grow and multeplye ;
I wyll that yt be soe.


NOE. Lord I thanke the through thy mighte, 300^

Thy bydding shall be done in height,
And as fast as I may dighte,

I will doe the honoure.
And to thee offer sacrifice,

Therfore comes in all wise, 305^

For of these beastes that bene hise

Offer I will this stower.

Tune egrediens archam cum tota familia sua acdpiet animalia
sua et volucres et offeret ea et mactabit^\

NOYE. Lorde God, in magestie,

That suche grace hath graunted me,
Wher all was [lorne] salfe to be,

Theirfore nowe I am boune,

My wife, my children, and my meanye, 265

With sacrifice to honour thee
Of beastes, fowles, as thou maiste see,

And full devocion.

GOD. Noye, to me thou arte full able,

And thy sacrifice acceptable, 270

For I have founde thee true and stable ;

On thee nowe muste I myne ;
Warrye eairth I will noe more,
For mannes synnes that greves me sore,
For of youth mon full yore 275

Has bene inclynde to synne.
You shall nowe growe and multiplye,
And eairth againe to edifye,
Ich beaste, and fowle that maye flye,

Shalbe feared of you ; 280

And fish in sea that maye fleete
Shall sustaine you, I thee behett,


To eate of them ye ne lette

That cleane bene, you mon knowe ;
Theras you have eaten before 285

Treeyes and rootes, since you were bore,
Of cleane beastes nowe lesse and more

I geve you leve to eate;
Save bloode and fleshe bouth in feare,
Of rouge dead carrion that is heare, 290

Eate not of that in noe manere,

For that aye you shall leave.
Man-slaughter also you shall fleye,
For that is not pleasante unto me ;
The that sheedeth blood, he or shee, 295

Oughte wher amonge mankinde,
That bloode fowle shedde shalbe
And vengeance have, that men shall see ;
Therfore beware now all ye,

You falle not into that synne. 300

A forward, Noye, with thee I make,
And all thy seede, for thy sake,
Of suche vengance for to slake,

For nowe I have my will ;

Heare I behette thee a heiste, 305

That man, woman, fowle ; ney beaste,
With watter, while this worlde shall laste,

I will noe more spill.
My bowe betweyne you and me
In the firmamente shalbe, 310

By verey tocken that you shall see,

That suche vengance shall cease.
That man ne woman shall never more
Be wasted with watter, as hath before ;
But for synne that greveth me sore, 315

Therfore this vengance was.
Wher cloudes in the welckine bene,
c 2


That ilke bowe shalbe scene,

In tocken that my wrath and teene

Shall never thus wrocken be. 320

The stringe is torned towardes you,
And towarde me is bente the bowe,
That suche weither shall never shewe,

And this behighte I thee.

My blessinge, Noye, I geve thee heare, 325

To thee, Noye, my servante deare;
For vengance shall noe more appeare,

And nowe fare well, my darlinge deare.

Finis. Deo gratias ! per me, George Bellin. 1592. Come
Lorde Jesu, come quickly e.


[From the Histories of Lot and Abraham, the fourth of the Chester
Plays, acted by the ' Barbers and the Waxe Chaundlers.' The first part
of the play is occupied with the meeting of Abraham and Lot, God's
covenant with Abraham, and the explanations of these events by the

GOD. Abraham, my servante, Abraham.

ABRAHAM. Loe, Lorde, all readye heare I am. 210

GOD. Take, Isaake, thy sonne by name,

That thou loveste the best of all,

And in sacrifice offer hym to me

Uppon that hyll their besides thee.

Abraham, I will that soe it be, 215

For oughte that maye befalle.

ABRAHAM. My Lorde, to thee is myne intente
Ever to be obediente.
That sonne that thou to me hast sente,

Offer I will to thee, 220

And fulfill thy comaundemente,
With hartie will, as I am kente.
Highe God, Lorde omnipotente,

Thy byddinge done shalbe.

My meanye and my children eichone 225

Lenges at home, bouth all and one,
Save Isaake, my sonne, with me shall gone

To a hill heare besyde.


Heare Abraham, torninge hym to his sonne Isaake, saith :
Make thee readye, my deare darlinge,
For we must doe a littill thinge. 230

This woode doe on thy backe it bringe,

We maye no longer abyde.
A sworde and fier that I will take;

\Heare Abraham taketh a sworde andfier.~\
For sacrafice me behoves to make :
Codes byddinge will I not forsake, 235

But ever obediente be.

Heare Isaake speaketh to his father, and taketh a burne
of stickes and beareth after his father, and saieth :

ISAAKE. Father, I am all readye

To doe your byddinge moste mekelye,
And to beare this woode full beane am I,

As you comaunded me. 240

ABRAHAM. O Isaake, my darlinge deare,

My blessinge nowe I geve thee heare,
Take up this faggote with good cheare,

And on thy backe it bringe.

And fier with us I will take. 245

ISAAKE. Your byddinge I will not forsake ;
Father, I will never slake
To fulfill your byddinge.

{Heare they goe bouth to the place to doe sacrifice J\

ABRAHAM. Now, Isaake sonne, goe we our waie

To yender mounte, yf that we maye. 250

ISAAKE. My deare father, I will asaye
To followe you full fayne.

Abraham, beinge mynded to sleye his sonne Isaake, leiftes up

his handes, and saith fowlowinge.
ABRAHAM. O ! my harte will breake in three,
To heare thy wordes I have pittye ;


As them wylte, Lorde, so muste yt be, 255

To thee I wilbe bayne.
Laye downe thy faggote, my owne sonne deare.

ISAAKE. All readye, father, loe yt is heare.

But whye make you sucke heavye cheare ?

Are you anye thinge adreade? 260

Father, yf yt be your will,
Wher is the beaste that we shall kill?

ABRAHAM. Therof, sonne, is non upon this hill,
That I see here in this steade.

Isaake,fearinge leste his ffather woulde slaye him, saith :

ISAAKE. Father, I am full sore [affearde] 265

To see you beare that drawne [swerde] :
I hope for all myddel earde
You will not slaye your childe.

Abraham comfortes his sonne, and saieth :

ABRAHAM. Dreede thee not, my childe, I reade ;

Our Lorde will sende of his godheade 270

Some manner of beaste into this [steade],
Either tame or wilde.

ISAAKE. Father, tell me or I goe

Wheither I shalbe harmede or noe.

ABRAHAM. Ah! deare God! that me is woe! 275

Thou breakes my harte in sunder.

ISAAKE. Father, tell me of this case

Why you your sorde drawne hase,
And beares yt nacked in this place,

Theirof I have greate wonder. 280

ABRAHAM. Isaake, sonne, peace, I praie thee
Thou breakes my harte even in three.
ISAAKE. I praye you, father, leane nothinge from me,
But tell me what you thinke.


ABRAHAM. Ah ! Isaake, Isaake, I muste thee kille ! 285
ISAAKE. Alas ! father, is that your will,
Your owine childe for to spill

Upon this hilles brinke?
Yf I have treasspasede in anye degree,
With a yarde you maye beate me; 290

Put up your sorde, yf your wil be,

For I am but a childe.
ABRAHAM. O, my deare sonne, I am sorye
To doe to thee this greate anoye :
Godes commaundmente doe muste I, 295

His workes are ever full mylde.

ISAAKE. Woulde God my mother were here with me !
Shee woulde kneele downe upon her knee,
Prainge you, father, if yt may be,

For to save my lirTe. 300

ABRAHAM. O ! comelye creature, but I thee kille,
I greve my God, and that full ylle;
I maye not worke againste his will,

But ever obediente be.

O ! Isaake, sonne, to thee I saie, 305

God hath commaunded me to daye
Sacrifice, this is no naye,
To make of thy bodye.

ISAAKE. Is yt Godes will I shalbe slayne?
ABRAHAM. Yea, sonne, it is not for to leane; 310

To his byddinge I wilbe bayne,

And ever to hym pleasinge.
But that I do this dilfull deede,
My Lorde will not quite me in my nede.
ISAAKE. Marye, father, God forbydde, 315

But you doe your offeringe !
Father, at home your sonnes you shall fynde,
That you must love by course of kinde :


Be I onste out of your mynde,

Your sorowe maie sone cease ; 320

But yet you muste do Codes byddinge.
Father, tell my mother for no thinge.

Here Abraham wrynges his handes, and saith :

ABRAHAM. For sorowe I maie my handes wringe,

Thy mother I can not please.

Ho ! Isaake, Isaake, blessed muste thou be ! 325
Allmoste my witte I lose for thee;
The blood of thy bodye so free

I am full lothe to sheede.

Here Isaake askinge his father blessinge one his knyes, and

saith :
ISAAKE. Father, seinge you muste nedes doe soe,

Let it passe lightlie, and over goe ; 330

Kneelinge on my kneeyes towe,

Your blessinge on me spreade.
ABRAHAM. My blessinge deere son, give I thee
And thy mothers with hart free
The blessing of the Trinitie 335

My deare sone, on thee lighte
ISAAKE. Father, I praye you hyde my eyne
That I see not the sorde so keyne,
Your strocke, father, woulde I not scene,

Leste I againste yt grylle. 340

ABRAHAM. My deare sonne Isaake, speake no more,
Thy wordes makes my harte full sore.

ISAAKE. O deare father, wherefore ! wherefore !

Seinge I muste nedes be dead,

Of on thinge I will you praie, 345

Seithen I muste dye the death to daie,
As fewe strockes as you well maie,

When you smyte of my heade.


ABRAHAM. Thy meeknes, childe, makes me affraye;

My songe maye be wayle-a-waie 350

ISAAKE. O dere father, doe awaye, do awaye

Your makeinge so moche mone !
Novve, trewlye, father, this talkinge
Doth but make longe taryeinge.
I praye you, come and make endinge, 355

And let me hense be gone.

Hence Isaake riseth and cometh to his father, and he taketh
hym, and byndeth and laieth hym upon the alter to
sacrifice hym, and saith :

ABRAHAM. Come heither, my childe, thou arte soe sweete,
Thou muste be bounde both hande and feete.

ISAAKE. Father, we muste no more meete,

Be oughte that I maie see ; 360

But doe with me then as you will,
I muste obaye, and that is skille,
Codes commaundmente to fulfill,

For nedes soe must yt be.

Upon the porpose that you have sette you, 365

For south, father, I will not let you,
But ever more to you bowe,

While that ever I maie.
Father, greete well my brethren yinge,
And praye my mother of her blessinge, 370

I come noe more under her wynge,

Fare well for ever and aye ;
But father ! crye you mercye,
For all that ever I have trespassed to thee,
Forgeven, father, that it maye be 375

Untell domesdaie.

ABRAHAM. My deare sonne, let be thy mones !
My childe, thou greves me ever ones ;


Blessed be thou bodye and bones,

And I forgeve thee heare ! 380

Nowe, my deere sonne, here shalt thou lye,
Unto my worke nowe must I hie ;
I hade as leeve my selfe to die,

As thou, my darlinge deare.

ISAAKE. Father, if you be to me kinde, 385

Aboute my head a carschaffe bynde,
And let me lightlie out of your mynde,
And sone that I were speede.

Here Abraham doth kisse his sonne Isaake, and byndes a
charschaffe aboute his heade.

ABRAHAM. Fare well, my sweete sonne of grace

Here let Isaake kneele do-wne and speake.

ISAAKE. I praye you, father, torne downe my face 390
A litill while, while you have space,
For I am sore adreade.

ABRAHAM. To doe this deed I am sorye.

ISAAKE. Yea, Lorde, to thee I call and crye,

Of my soule thou have mercye, 395

Hartelye I thee praie !

ABRAHAM. Lorde, I woulde fayne worke thy will,
This yonge innocente that lieth so still
Full loth were me hym to kille,

By anye maner a waye. 400

ISAAKE. My deare father, I thee praye,
Let me take my clothes awaie,
For sheedinge blude on them to daye
At my laste endinge.

ABRAHAM. Harte, yf thou wouldeste borste in three, 405
Thou shalte never master me;


I will no longer let for thee,
My God, I maye not greeve.

ISAAKE. A ! mercye, father, why tarye you soe ?

Smyte of my head, and let me goe. 410

I praye God rydd me of my woe,
For nowe I take my leve.

ABRAHAM. Ah, sonne ! my harte will breake in three,
To heare thee speake such wordes to me.
Jesu ! on me thou have pittye, 415

That I have moste in mynde.

ISAAKE. Nowe father, I see that I shall dye :
Almightie God in magistie !
My soule I offer unto thee;

Lorde, to yt be kinde. 420

Here let Abraham take and bynde his sonne Isaake upon the
alter ; let hym make a signe as though he woulde cut of
his head with his sorde ; then let the angell come and
take the sworde by the end and stale if, sainge :

ANGELLUS. Abraham, my servante dere.
ABRAHAM. Loe, Lorde, I am all readye here !

ANGELLUS. Laye not thy sworde in noe manere

On Isake, thy deare darlinge;

And do to hym no anoye. 425

For thou dredes God, wel wote I,
That of thy sonne has no mercye,

Online LibraryAlfred W. (Alfred William) PollardEnglish miracle plays, moralities, and interludes : specimens of the pre-Elizabethan drama → online text (page 6 of 26)