Early English Alliterative Poems: in the West-Midland Dialect of the Fourteenth Century
Religion
Early English Alliterative Poems: in the West-Midland Dialect of the Fourteenth Century
English poetry -- Middle English, 1100-1500
Mete; messeȝ of mylke he merkkeȝ bytwene,
Syþe{n} potage & polment i{n} plater honest;
As sewer i{n} a god assyse he serued hem fayre,
Wyth sadde semblau{n}t & swete of such as he hade, 640
[Headnote: GOD DISCLOSES HIS PURPOSE TO ABRAHAM.]
[Sidenote: God praises his friend’s feast, and after the meat is
removed, He tells Abraham that Sarah shall bear him a son.]
& god as a glad gest mad god chere,
Þat watȝ fayn of his frende & his fest praysed.
Abraham, al hodleȝ w{i}t{h} armeȝ vp-folden,
Mynystred mete byfore þo men þat myȝtes al weldeȝ; 644
Þe{n}ne þay sayden, as þay sete same{n} alle þry{n}ne,
When þe mete watȝ remued & þay of mensk speken,
“I schal efte here away abram,” þay sayden,
“Ȝet er þy lyueȝ lyȝt leþe vpon erþe, 648
[Sidenote: [Fol. 66a.]]
& þe{n}ne schal saré consayue & a su{n} bere,
Þat schal be abrahameȝ ayre, & aft{er} hy{m} wy{n}ne
W{i}t{h} wele & wyth worschyp þe worþely peple
Þat schal halde i{n} heritage, þat I haf men ȝark.” 652
[Sidenote: Sarah, who is behind the door, laughs in unbelief.]
Þe{n}ne þe burde byhynde þe dor for busmar laȝed;
& sayde sothly[31] to hir-self saré þe madde:
“May þ{o}u traw for tykle þat þ{o}u to{n}ne moȝteȝ,
& I so hyȝe out of age & also my lorde,” 656
For soþely, as says þe wryt, he wern of sadde elde,
Boþe þe wyȝe & his wyf, such werk watȝ hem fayled,
Fro mony a brod day by-fore ho barayn ay byene,[32]
Þat selue saré w{i}t{h}-outen sede i{n}-to þat same tyme. 660
[Sidenote: God tells Abraham that Sarah laughs at His words.]
Þe{n}ne sayde oure syre þer he sete “se! so saré laȝes,
Not trawande þe tale þat I þe to schewed;
Hopeȝ ho oȝt may be harde my hondeȝ to work?
& ȝet I a-vow v{er}ayly þe avau{n}t þat I made, 664
I schal ȝeply aȝayn & ȝelde þat I hyȝt,
& sothely sende to saré a soñ & an hayre.”
[Sidenote: Sarah denies that she laughed.]
Þe{n}ne swenged forth saré & swer by hir trawþe,
Þat for lot þat þay lansed[33] ho laȝed neu{er}. 668
“Now i{n}nogh{e} hit is not so” þe{n}ne n{ur}ned þe dryȝtyn,
“For þ{o}u laȝed aloȝ, bot let we hit one.”
[Sidenote: Abraham’s guests set out towards Sodom, two miles
from Mamre.]
With þat þay ros vp radly as þay rayke schulde,
& setten toward sodamas her syȝt alle at-oneȝ; 672
For þat Cite þ{er} bysyde watȝ sette i{n} a vale,
No myleȝ fro mambre mo þe{n} tweyne,
Where-so wonyed þis ilke wyȝ þat wendeȝ w{i}t{h} oure lorde,
For to tent hy{m} w{i}t{h} tale & teche hy{m} þe gate, 676
[Sidenote: The patriarch accompanies them.]
Þen glydeȝ forth god, þe godmo{n} hy{m} folȝeȝ.
Abraham heldeȝ hem wyth, he{m} to co{n}ueye,
I{n} towarde þe Cety of sodamas þat sy{n}ned had þe{n}ne
I{n} þe faute of þis fylþe; þe fader hem þretes, 680
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