_Deus._ Thu Lucyfere ffor thi mekyl pryde, I bydde the ffalle from hefne to helle; And alle tho that holdyn on thi syde, In my blysse nevyr more to dwelle. At my comawndement anoon down thou slyde, With merthe and joye nevyr more to melle, In myschyf and manas evyr xalt thou abyde, In byttyr brennyng and fyer so felle, In peyn evyr to be pyht. _Lucyfer._ At thy byddyng thi wyl I werke, And pas fro joy to peyne smerte, Now I am a devyl ful derke, That was an aungelle bryht. Now to helle the wey I take, In endeles peyn ther to be pyht. ffor fere of fyre a fart I crake, In helle doonjoone myn dene is dyth. _Deus._ Now hevyn is made ffor aungelle sake, The fyrst day and the fyrst nyth; The secunde day watyr I make, The walkyn also ful fayr and bryth. The iij.ᵈᵉ day I parte watyr from erthe, Tre and every growyng thyng, Bothe erbe and floure of suete smellyng, The iij.ᵈᵉ day is made be my werkyng. Now make I the day that xal be the fferthe. Sunne and mone and sterrys also, The forthe day I make in same; The v.ᵗᵉ day werme and ffysche that swymme and go, Byrdys and bestes, bothe wylde and tame; The sexte day my werk I do, And make the man Adam be name, In ertheleche paradys withowtyn wo, I graunt the bydyng, lasse thou do blame: fflesche of thi fflesche, and bon of thi bone, Adam here is thi wyf and make, Both ffysche and foulys that swymmyn and gone, To everyche of hem a name thou take; Both tre and frute and bestys echone, Red and qwyte, bothe blew and blake, Thou ȝeve hem name be thiself alone, Erbys and gresse both beetes and brake; Thi wyff thou ȝeve name also. Lok that ȝe not ses, ȝowre ffrute to encres, That ther may be pres Me worchipe for to do. Now come fforthe Adam to paradys, Ther xalt thou have alle maner thynge, Bothe flesche and ffysche and frute of prys, Alle xal be buxum at thi byddyng. Here is pepyr, pyan, and swete lycorys, Take hem alle at thi lykyng, Bothe appel and pere and gentyl rys, But towche nowth this tre that is of cunnyng, Alle thynge saff this ffor the is wrought; Here is alle thinge that the xulde plese, Alle redy made onto thin ese, Ete not this frute ne me dysplese, ffor than thou deyst, thou skapyst nowth. Now have I made alle thynge of nowth, Hevyn and erthe, foulle and best:— To alle thynge that myn hand hath wrowth, I graunt myn blyssyng that evyr xal lest; My wey to hefne is redy sowth, Of werkyng I wole the vij.ᵗᵉ day rest, And alle my creatures that be abowth, My blyssyng ȝe have both est and west. Of werkyng the vij.ᵗᵉ day ȝe sees; And alle tho that sees of laboryng here, The vij.ᵗᵉ day withowtyn dwere, And wurchyp me in good manere, Thei xal in hefne have endles pes.