_Hic recedit Deus, et angelus seraphicus cum gladio fflammea verberat Adam et Evam extra Paradisum._ _Seraphim._ȝe wrecchis unkend and ryht unwyse, Out of this joye hyȝ ȝow in hast, With fflammyng swerd ffrom paradyse To peyn I bete ȝow, of care to tast. ȝour myrthe is turnyd to carfulle syse, ȝour welthe with synne awey is wast, ffor ȝour ffalse dede of synful gyse, This blysse I spere ffrom ȝow ryth fast. Here in come ȝe no more; Tyl a chylde of a mayd be born, And upon the rode rent and torn, To save alle that ȝe have forlorn, ȝour welthe ffor to restore. _Eva._ Alas! alas! and wele away, That evyr towchyd I the tre; I wende as wrecche in welsom way, In blake busshys my boure xal be. In paradys is plenté of pleye, ffayr frutys ryth gret plenté, The ȝatys be schet with Godys keye, My husbond is lost because of me. Leve spowse now thou fonde, Now stomble we on stalk and ston, My wyt awey is fro me gon, Wrythe on to my necke bon, With hardnesse of thin honde. _Adam._ Wyff, thi wytt is not wurthe a rosche, Leve woman, turne thi thought, I wyl not sle fflescly of my fflesche, ffor of my flesche thi fflesche was wrought. Oure hap was hard, oure wytt was nesche, To paradys whan we were brought, My wepyng xal be longe ffresche, Schort lykyng xal be longe bought. No more telle thou that tale, ffor yf I xulde sle my wyff, I sclow myself withowtyn knyff, In helle logge to lede my lyff, With woo in wepyng dale. But lete us walke forthe into the londe, With ryth gret labour oure fode to fynde, With delvyng and dyggyng with myn hond, Oure blysse to bale and care to-pynde. And, wyff, to spynne now must thou ffonde, Oure nakyd bodyes in clothe to wynde, Tylle sum comforthe of Godys sonde, With grace releve oure careful mynde. Now come go we hens, wyff. _Eva._ Alas! that ever we wrought this synne, Oure bodely sustenauns for to wynne, ȝe must delve and I xal spynne, In care to ledyn oure lyff. III. CAIN AND ABEL. _Abeele._ I wolde ffayn knowe how I xuld do, To serve my lord God to his plesyng; Therfore, Caym, brother, lete us now go Unto oure ffadyr withowte lettyng, Suenge hym in vertu and in norture To com to the hyȝer joy celestyalle, Remembryng to be clene and pure, For in mysrewle we myth lythly falle Aȝens hevyn kynge. Lete us now don oure dyligens, To come to oure faderes presens, Good brother, passe we hens, To knowe ffor oure levynge. _Caym._ As to my fadyr, lete us now tee To knowe what xal be his talkyng; And that I holde it but vanyté, To go to hym ffor any spekyng, To lere of his lawe. ffor if I have good anow plenté, I kan be mery, so mot y the, Thow my fadyr I nevyr se, I ȝyf not therof an hawe.