"So shal this deeth for-do, I dar my lif legge, Al that deeth for-dide first Thorugh the develes entisyng; And right as thorugh gile {379} Man was bi-giled, So shal grace that bi-gan Make a good sleighte." _Ars ut artem falleret._ "Now suffre we," seide Truthe; 12400 "I se, as me thynketh, Out of the nyppe of the north Noght ful her hennes Rightwisnesse come rennynge. Reste we the while; For he woot moore than we, He was er we bothe." "That is sooth," seide Mercy; "And I se here by sowthe Where Pees cometh pleyinge, 12410 In pacience y-clothed. Love hath coveited hire longe, Leve I noon oother, But he sente hire som lettre, What this light by-meneth That over-hoveth helle thus, She us shal telle." When Pees in pacience y-clothed Approched ner hem tweyne, Rightwisnesse hire reverenced, 12420 By hir riche clothyng, And preide Pees to telle hire To what place she wolde, And in hire gaye garnementz Whom she grete thoughte. "My wil is to wende," quod she, "And welcome hem alle That many day myghte I noght se For merknesse of synne, {380} Adam and Eve, 12430 And othere mo in helle; Moyses and many mo Mercy shul have, And I shal daunce therto, Do thow so, suster, For Jhesus justede wel, Joy bigynneth dawe. _Ad vesperum demorabitur fletus, et ad matutinum lætitia._ "Love, that is my lemman, 12440 Swiche lettres me sente, That Mercy, my suster, and I Mankynde sholde save, And that God hath for-gyven And graunted me pees and mercy, To be mannes meynpernour For evere moore after. Lo here the patente!" quod Pees, "_In pace in idipsum._ And that this dede shal dure, 12450 _Dormiam et requiescam_." "What! ravestow?" quod Rightwisnesse, "Or thow art right dronke? Levestow that yond light Unlouke myghte helle, And save mannes soule? Suster, wene it nevere. For God the bigynnere Gaf the doom hymselve, That Adam and Eve, 12460 And alle that hem suwede, Sholden deye down righte, {381} And dwelle in pyne after, If that thei touchede a tree, And the fruyt eten. "Adam afterward Ayeins his defence Freet of that fruyt, And forsook, as it weere, The love of oure Lord 12470 And his loore bothe, And folwede that the fend taughte, And his felawes wille, Ayeins reson and rightwisnesse, Recorde thus with truthe, That hir peyne be perpetuel, And no preiere hem helpe. For-thi lat hem chewe as thei chosen, And chide we noght, sustres; For it is bote-lees bale, 12480 The byte that thei eten."