6. _Symeon._ Þhis, my tale of farleis feele, For in þis temple His frendis me fande; I hadde delite with Hym to dele, And halsed homely with my hande. I saide, 'Lorde, late thy seruaunt lele 65 Passe nowe in pesse to liffe lastand, For nowe myselfe has sene Thy hele, Me liste no lengar to liffe in lande.' Þis light Þou hast purueyed To folkes þat liffis in leede, 70 Þe same þat I þame saide, I see fulfillid in dede. 7. _Iohan. Baptista._ Als voyce criand to folke I kende Þe weyes of Criste, als I wele kanne; I baptiste Hym with bothe my hande 75 Euen in þe floode of flume Iordanne. Þe Holy Goste fro heuene discende Als a white dowue doune on Hym þanne; The Fadir voice, my mirthe to mende, Was made to me euen als manne, 80 'This is my Sone,' he saide, 'In whome me paies full wele.' His light is on vs laide, He comes oure cares to kele. 8. _Moyses._ Of þat same light lernyng haue I, 85 To me Moyses He mustered his myght, And also vnto anodir, Hely, Wher we were on an hille on hight. Whyte as snowe was His body, And His face like to þe sonne to sight: 90 No man on molde was so myghty Grathely to loke agaynste þat light; Þat same light se I nowe Shynyng on vs sarteyne, Wherfore trewly I trowe 95 We schalle sone passe fro payne. 9. _i Diabolus._ Helpe! Belsabub! to bynde þer boyes, Such harrowe was neuer are herde in helle. _ii Diab._ Why rooris þou soo, Rebalde? þou royis; What is betidde, canne þou ought telle? 100 _i Diab._ What! heris þou noȝt þis vggely noyse? Þes lurdans þat in Lymbo dwelle, Þei make menyng of many ioies, And musteres grete mirthe þame emell. _ii Diab._ Mirthe? nay, nay, þat poynte is paste, 105 More hele schall þei neuer haue. _i Diab._ Þei crie on Criste full faste, And sais he schal þame saue. 10. _Belsabub._ Ȝa, if he saue þame noght, we schall, For they are sperde in speciall space; 110 Whils I am prince and principall Schall þei neuer passe oute of þis place. Calle vppe Astrotte and Anaball To giffe þer counsaille in þis case, Bele-Berit and Belial, 115 To marre þame þat swilke maistries mase. Say to Satan oure sire, And bidde þame bringe also Lucifer louely of lyre. _i Diab._ Al redy, lorde, I goo. 120