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[^THE WAKEFIELD PAGEANTS
IN THE TOWNELEY CYCLE.
OLD AND MIDDLE ENGLISH TEXTS.
ED. A. C. CAWLEY.
MANCHESTER: THE MANCHESTER
UNIVERSITY PRESS, 1958.
PP. 14.1 - 28.559^]

<P 14>
[} (\PROCESSUS NOE CUM FILIIS.\) WAKEFELD}]

(^Noe          (\Primus Filius   Prima Mulier\) ^)
(^ (\Deus      Secundus Filius   Secunda Mulier\) ^)
(^ (\Vxor Noe  Tercius Filius    Tercia Mulier\) ^)

[\Noah, alone, prays to God:\]

(^Noe.^)
   Myghtfull God veray, maker of all that is,
Thre persons withoutten nay, oone God in endles blis,
Thou maide both nyght and day, beest, fowle, and fysh;
All creatures that lif may wroght thou at thi wish,
As thou wel myght.
The son, the moyne, verament,
Thou maide; the firmament;
The sternes also full feruent,
To shyne thou maide ful bright.

Angels thou maide ful euen, all orders that is,
To haue the blis in heuen: this did thou more and les,
Full mervelus to neuen. Yit was ther vnkyndnes
More bi foldys seuen then I can well expres,
Forwhi
Of all angels in brightnes
God gaf Lucifer most lightnes,
Yit prowdly he flyt his des,
And set hym euen hym by.

He thoght hymself as worthi as hym that hym made,
In brightnes, in bewty; therfor he hym degrade,
Put hym in a low degre` soyn after, in a brade,
Hym and all his menye, wher he may be vnglad
For euer.
Shall thay neuer wyn away
Hence vnto domysday,
Bot burn in bayle for ay;
Shall thay neuer dysseuer.

Soyne after, that gracyous Lord to his liknes maide man,
That place to be restord, euen as he began;
<P 15>
Of the Trinite` bi accord, Adam, and Eue that woman,
To multiplie without discord, in Paradise put he thaym,
And sithen to both
Gaf in commaundement
On the tre of life to lay no hend.
Bot yit the fals feynd
Made hym with man wroth,

Entysyd man to glotony, styrd him to syn in pride.
Bot in Paradise, securly, myght no syn abide;
And therfor man full hastely was put out in +tat tyde,
In wo and wandreth for to be, in paynes full vnrid
To knowe:
Fyrst in erth, and sythen in hell
With feyndys for to dwell,
Bot he his mercy mell
To those that will hym trawe.

Oyle of mercy he hus hight, as I haue hard red,
To euery lifyng wight that wold luf hym and dred;
Bot now before his sight euery liffyng leyde,
Most party day and nyght, syn in word and dede
Full bold:
Som in pride, ire, and enuy,
Som in couetous and glotyny,
Som in sloth and lechery,
And other wise manyfold.

Therfor I drede lest God on vs will take veniance,
For syn is now alod, without any repentance.
Sex hundreth yeris and od haue I, without distance,
In erth, as any sod, liffyd with grete grevance
Allway;
And now I wax old,
Seke, sory, and cold;
As muk apon mold
I widder away.

Bot yit will I cry for mercy and call:
Noe, thi seruant, am I, Lord ouer all!
Therfor me, and my fry shal with me fall,
Saue from velany, and bryng to thi hall
In heuen;
<P 16>
And kepe me from syn
This warld within.
Comly kyng of mankyn,
I pray the here my stevyn!

[\God speaks from above:\]
(^ (\Deus.\) ^)
   Syn I haue maide all thyng that is liffand,
Duke, emperour, and kyng, with myne awne hand,
For to haue thare likyng bi see and bi sand,
Euery man to my bydyng shuld be bowand
Full feruent,
That maide man sich a creatoure,
Farest of favoure;
Man must luf me paramoure
By reson, and repent.

Me thoght I shewed man luf when I made hym to be
All angels abuf, like to the Trynyte`;
And now in grete reprufe full low ligys he,
In erth hymself to stuf with syn that displeasse me
Most of all.
Veniance will I take
In erth for syn sake;
My grame thus will I wake
Both of grete and small.

I repente full sore that euer maide I man;
Bi me he settys no store, and I am his soferan.
I will distroy therfor both beest, man, and woman:
All shall perish, les and more. That bargan may thay ban
That ill has done.
In erth I se right noght
Bot syn that is vnsoght;
Of those that well has wroght
Fynd I bot a fone.

Therfor shall I fordo all this medill-erd
With floodys that shal flo and ryn with hidous rerd.
I haue good cause therto; for me no man is ferd.
As I say shal I do - of veniance draw my swerd,
And make end
Of all that beris life,
Sayf Noe and his wife,
For thay wold neuer stryfe
With me then me offend

<P 17>
Hym to mekill wyn, hastly will I go
To Noe my seruand, or I blyn, to warn hym of his wo.
In erth I se bot syn reynand to and fro
Emang both more and myn, ichon other fo
With all thare entent.
All shall I fordo
With floodys that shall floo;
Wirk shall I thaym wo
That will not repent.

[\God descends and addresses Noah:\]
Noe, my freend, I the commaund, from cares the to keyle,
A ship that thou ordand of nayle and bord ful wele.
Thou was alway well-wirkand, to me trew as stele,
To my bydyng obediand; frendship shal thou fele
To mede.
Of lennthe thi ship be
Thre hundreth cubettys, warn I the;
Of heght euen thirte`;
Of fyfty als in brede.

Anoynt thi ship with pik and tar without and als within,
The water out to spar: this is a noble gyn.
Look no man the mar. Thre chese chambres begyn;
Thou must spend many a spar, this wark or thou wyn
To end fully.
Make in thi ship also
Parloures oone or two,
And houses of offyce mo
For beestys that ther must be.

Oone cubite on hight a wyndo shal thou make;
On the syde a doore, with slyght, beneyth shal thou take.
With the shal no man fyght, nor do the no kyn wrake.
When all is doyne thus right, thi wife, that is thi make,
Take in to the;
Thi sonnes of good fame,
Sem, Iaphet, and Came,
Take in also thame,
Thare wifys also thre.

For all shal be fordone that lif in land, bot ye,
With floodys that from abone shal fall, and that plente`.
<P 18>
It shall begyn full sone to rayn vncessantle`,
After dayes seuen be done, and induyr dayes fourty,
Withoutten fayll.
Take to thi ship also
Of ich kynd beestys two,
Mayll and femayll, bot no mo,
Or thou pull vp thi sayll;

For thay may the avayll when al this thyng is wroght.
Stuf thi ship with vitayll, for hungre that ye perish noght.
Of beestys, foull, and catayll - for thaym haue thou in thoght  #
- 
For thaym is my counsayll that som socour be soght
In hast;
Thay must haue corn and hay
And oder mete alway.
Do now as I the say,
In the name of the Holy Gast.

(^Noe.^)
   A, benedicite! what art thou that thus
Tellys afore that shall be? Thou art full mervelus!
Tell me, for charite`, thi name so gracius.
(^ (\Deus.\) ^)
   My name is of dignyte`, and also full glorius
To knowe:
I am God most myghty,
Oone God in Trynyty,
Made the and ich man to be;
To luf me well thou awe.

(^Noe.^)
   I thank the, Lord so dere, that wold vowchsayf
Thus low to appere to a symple knafe.
Blis vs, Lord, here, for charite` I hit crafe;
The better may we stere the ship that we shall hafe,
Certayn.
(^ (\Deus.\) ^)
   Noe, to the and to thi fry
My blyssyng graunt I;
Ye shall wax and multiply
And fill the erth agane,

When all thise floodys ar past, and fully gone away.  
(^ (\Exit Deus.\) ^)
(^Noe.^)
   Lord, homward will I hast as fast as that I may;
My wife will I frast what she will say,
And I am agast that we get som fray
Betwixt vs both, 
<P 19>
For she is full tethee,
For litill oft angre`;
If any thyng wrang be,
Soyne is she wroth.

(^ (\Tunc perget ad vxorem.\) ^)
God spede, dere wife! How fayre ye?
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Now, as euer myght I thryfe, the wars I the see.
Do tell me belife, where has thou thus long be?
To dede may we dryfe, or lif, for the,
For want.
When we swete or swynk,
Thou dos what thou thynk,
Yit of mete and of drynk
Haue we veray skant.

(^Noe.^)
   Wife, we ar hard sted with tythyngys new.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Bot thou were worthi be cled in Stafford blew,
For thou art alway adred, be it fals or trew.
Bot God knowes I am led - and that may I rew - 
Full ill;
For I dar be thi borow,
From euen vnto morow
Thou spekys euer of sorow;
God send the onys thi fill!

[\To the women in the audience:\]
We women may wary all ill husbandys;
I haue oone, bi Mary that lowsyd me of my bandys!
If he teyn, I must tary, howsoeuer it standys,
With seymland full sory, wryngand both my handys
For drede;
Bot yit otherwhile,
What with gam and with gyle,
I shall smyte and smyle,
And qwite hym his mede.

(^Noe.^)
   We! hold thi tong, ram-skyt, or shall the still.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   By my thryft, if thou smyte, I shal turne the vntill.
(^Noe.^)
   We shall assay as tyte. Haue at the, Gill!
Apon the bone shal it byte.
[\Strikes her.\]
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   A, so! Mary, thou smytys ill!
Bot I suppose
I shal not in thi det
Flyt of this flett:
<P 20>
Take the ther a langett
To tye vp thi hose!
[\Strikes him.\]

(^Noe.^)
   A! wilt thou so? Mary, that is myne!
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Thou shal thre for two, I swere bi Godys pyne!
(^Noe.^)
   And I shall qwyte the tho, in fayth, or syne.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Out apon the, ho!
(^Noe.^)
   Thou can both byte and whyne
With a rerd;
For all if she stryke,
[\To the audience.\]
Yit fast will she skryke;
In fayth, I hold none slyke
In all medill-erd.

Bot I will kepe charyte`, for I haue at do.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Here shal no man tary the; I pray the go to!
Full well may we mys the, as euer haue I ro.
To spyn will I dres me.
[\Sits down to spin.\]
(^Noe.^)
   We! fare well, lo;
Bot, wife,
Pray for me besele`
To eft I com vnto the.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Euen as thou prays for me,
As euer myght I thrife.

(^Noe.^)
   I tary full lang fro my warke, I traw;
Now my gere will I fang, and thederward draw.
[\Goes off to his shipwrighting.\]
I may full ill gang, the soth for to knaw;
Bot if God help amang, I may sit downe daw
To ken.
Now assay will I
How I can of wrightry,
(\In nomine patris, et filii,
Et spiritus sancti. Amen.\)

To begyn of this tree my bonys will I bend;
I traw from the Trynyte` socoure will be send.
It fayres full fayre, thynk me, this wark to my hend;
Now blissid be he that this can amend.
Lo, here the lenght,
[\Takes measurements.\]
Thre hundreth cubettys euenly;
Of breed, lo, is it fyfty;
<P 21>
The heght is euen thyrty
Cubettys full strenght.

Now my gowne will I cast, and wyrk in my cote;
Make will I the mast or flyt oone foote.
A! my bak, I traw, will brast! This is a sory note!
Hit is wonder that I last, sich an old dote,
All dold,
To begyn sich a wark.
My bonys ar so stark:
No wonder if thay wark,
For I am full old.

The top and the sayll both will I make;
The helme and the castell also will I take;
To drife ich a nayll will I not forsake.
This gere may neuer fayll, that dar I vndertake
Onone.
This is a nobull gyn:
Thise nayles so thay ryn
Thoro more and myn,
Thise bordys ichon.

Wyndow and doore, euen as he saide;
Thre ches chambre, thay ar well maide;
Pyk and tar full sure therapon laide.
This will euer endure, thereof am I paide,
Forwhy
It is better wroght
Then I coude haif thoght.
Hym that maide all of noght
I thank oonly.

[\Goes to his wife, his sons and their wives.\]
Now will I hy me, and nothyng be leder,
My wife and my meneye to bryng euen heder.
Tent hedir tydely, wife, and consider;
Hens must vs fle, all sam togeder,
In hast.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Whi, syr, what alis you?
Who is that asalis you?
To fle it avalis you
And ye be agast.
<P 22>
(^Noe.^)
   Ther is garn on the reyll other, my dame.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Tell me that ich a deyll, els get ye blame.
(^Noe.^)
   He that cares may keill - blissid be his name! - 
He has behete, for oure seyll, to sheld vs fro shame;
And sayd
All this warld aboute
With floodys so stoute,
That shall ryn on a route,
Shall be ouerlaide.

He saide all shall be slayn, bot oonely we,
Oure barnes that ar bayn, and thare wifys thre.
A ship he bad me ordayn, to safe vs and oure fee;
Therfor with all oure mayn thank we that fre,
Beytter of bayll.
Hy vs fast, go we thedir.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   I wote neuer whedir;
I dase and I dedir
For ferd of that tayll.

(^Noe.^)
   Be not aferd. Haue done; trus sam oure gere,
That we be ther or none, without more dere.
(^ (\1 Filius.\) ^)
   It shall be done full sone. Brether, help to bere.
(^ (\2 Filius.\) ^)
   Full long shall I not hoyne to do my devere.
Brether, sam.
(^ (\3 Filius.\) ^)
   Without any yelp,
At my myght shall I help.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Yit, for drede of a skelp,
Help well thi dam!

[\They cross to the Ark, and all but (\Uxor\) go on board.\]
(^Noe.^)
   Now ar we there as we shuld be.
Do get in oure gere, oure catall and fe,
Into this vessell here, my chylder fre.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   I was neuer bard ere, as euer myght I the,
In sich an oostre` as this!
In fath, I can not fynd
Which is before, which is behynd.
Bot shall we here be pynd,
Noe, as haue thou blis?

(^Noe.^)
   Dame, as it is skill, here must vs abide grace;
Therfor, wife, with good will com into this place.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Sir, for Iak nor for Gill will I turne my face,
<P 23>
Till I haue on this hill spon a space
On my rok.
Well were he myght get me!
Now will I downe set me;
[\Sits down to spin.\]
Yit reede I no man let me,
For drede of a knok.

[\Noah speaks to her from the Ark:\]
(^Noe.^)
   Behold to the heuen! The cateractes all,
Thai ar open full euen, grete and small,
And the planettys seuen left has thare stall.
Thise thoners and levyn downe gar fall
Full stout
Both halles and bowers,
Castels and towres.
Full sharp ar thise showers
That renys aboute.

Therfor, wife, haue done; com into ship fast.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Yei, Noe, go cloute thi shone! The better will thai last.
(^ (\1 Mulier.\) ^)
   Good moder, com in sone, for all is ouercast,
Both the son and the mone.
(^ (\2 Mulier.\) ^)
   And many wynd-blast
Full sharp.
Thise floodys so thay ryn;
Therfor, moder, com in.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   In fayth, yit will I spyn;
All in vayn ye carp.

(^ (\3 Mulier.\) ^)
   If ye like ye may spyn, moder, in the ship.
(^Noe.^)
   Now is this twyys com in, dame, on my frenship.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Wheder I lose or I wyn, in fayth, thi felowship,
Set I not at a pyn. This spyndill will I slip
Apon this hill
Or I styr oone fote.
(^Noe.^)
   Peter! I traw we dote.
Without any more note,
Com in if ye will.

(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Yei, water nyghys so nere that I sit not dry;
Into ship with a byr, therfor, will I hy
For drede that I drone here.
[\Rushes into the ship.\]
(^Noe.^)
   Dame, securly,
It bees boght full dere ye abode so long by
Out of ship.
<P 24>
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   I will not, for thi bydyng,
Go from doore to mydyng.
(^Noe.^)
   In fayth, and for youre long taryyng
Ye shal lik on the whyp.

(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Spare me not, I pray the, bot euen as thou thynk;
Thise grete wordys shall not flay me.
(^Noe.^)
   Abide, dame, and drynk,
For betyn shall thou be with this staf to thou stynk.
Ar strokys good? say me.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   What say ye, Wat Wynk?
(^Noe.^)
   Speke!
Cry me mercy, I say!
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Therto say I nay.
(^Noe.^)
   Bot thou do, bi this day,
Thi hede shall I breke!

[\ (\Uxor\) addresses the women in the audience:\]
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Lord, I were at ese, and hertely full hoylle,
Might I onys haue a measse of wedows coyll.
For thi saull, without lese, shuld I dele penny doyll;
So wold mo, no frese, that I se on this sole
Of wifys that ar here,
For the life that thay leyd,
Wold thare husbandys were dede;
For, as euer ete I brede,
So wold I oure syre were!

[\Noah addresses the men in the audience:\]
(^Noe.^)
   Yee men that has wifys, whyls thay ar yong,
If ye luf youre lifys, chastice thare tong,
Me thynk my hert ryfys, both levyr and long,
To se sich stryfys, wedmen emong.
Bot I,
As haue I blys,
Shall chastyse this.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Yit may ye mys,
Nicholl Nedy!

(^Noe.^)
   I shall make +te still as stone, begynnar of blunder!
I shall bete the bak and bone, and breke all in sonder.
[\They fight.\]
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Out, alas, I am gone! Oute apon the, mans wonder!
(^Noe.^)
   Se how she can grone, and I lig vnder!
Bot, wife,
In this hast let vs ho,
<P 25>
For my bak is nere in two.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   And I am bet so blo
That I may not thryfe.

(^ (\1 Filius.\) ^)
   A! whi fare ye thus, fader and moder both?
(^ (\2 Filius.\) ^)
   Ye shuld not be so spitus, standyng in sich a woth.
(^ (\3 Filius.\) ^)
   Thise weders ar so hidus, with many a cold coth.
(^Noe.^)
   We will do as ye bid vs; we will no more be wroth,
Dere barnes.
Now to the helme will I hent,
[\Goes to the tiller.\]
And to my ship tent.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   I se on the firmament,
Me thynk, the seven starnes.

(^Noe.^)
   This is a grete flood, wife, take hede.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   So me thoght, as I stode. We ar in grete drede;
Thise wawghes ar so wode.
(^Noe.^)
   Help, God, in this nede!
As thou art stere-man good, and best, as I rede,
Of all,
Thou rewle vs in this rase,
As thou me behete hase.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   This is a perlous case.
Help, God, when we call!

(^Noe.^)
   Wife, tent the stere-tre, and I shall asay
The depnes of the see that we bere, if I may.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   That shall I do ful wysely. Now go thi way,
For apon this flood haue we flett many day
With pyne.
(^Noe.^)
   Now the water will I fownd:
[\Lowers a plummet.\]
A! it is far to the grownd.
This trauell I expownd
Had I to tyne.

Aboue all hillys bedeyn the water is rysen late
Cubettys xv. Bot in a highter state
It may not be, I weyn, for this well I wate:
This fourty dayes has rayn beyn; it will therfor abate
Full lele.
This water in hast
Eft will I tast;
[\Lowers plummet again.\]
<P 26>
Now am I agast - 
It is wanyd a grete dele!

Now ar the weders cest, and cateractes knyt,
Both the most and the leest.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Me thynk, bi my wit,
The son shynes in the eest. Lo, is not yond it?
We shuld haue a good feest, were thise floodys flyt
So spytus.
(^Noe.^)
   We haue been here, all we,
CCC dayes and fyfty.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Yei, now wanys the see;
Lord, well is vs!

[\Noah prepares to lower plummet a third time.\]
(^Noe.^)
   The thryd tyme will I prufe what depnes we bere.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   How long shall thou hufe? Lay in thy lyne there.
(^Noe.^)
   I may towch with my lufe the grownd evyn here.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Then begynnys to grufe to vs mery chere.
Bot, husband,
What grownd may this be?
(^Noe.^)
   The hyllys of Armonye.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Now blissid be he
That thus for vs ordand!

(^Noe.^)
   I see toppys of hyllys he, many at a syght;
Nothyng to let me, the wedir is so bright.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Thise ar of mercy tokyns full right.
(^Noe.^)
   Dame, thi counsell me what fowll best myght
And cowth
With flight of wyng
Bryng, without taryyng,
Of mercy som tokynyng,
Ayther bi north or southe.

For this is the fyrst day of the tent moyne.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   The ravyn, durst I lay, will com agane sone.
As fast as thou may, cast hym furth - haue done!
[\Noah sends out the raven.\]
He may happyn to-day com agane or none
With grath.
(^Noe.^)
   I will cast out also
Dowfys oone or two.
<P 27>
Go youre way, go;
[\Sends out the doves.\]
God send you som wathe!

Now ar thise fowles flone into seyr countre`.
Pray we fast ichon, kneland on oure kne,
To hym that is alone, worthiest of degre`,
That he wold send anone oure fowles som fee
To glad vs.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Thai may not fayll of land,
The water is so wanand.
(^Noe.^)
   Thank we God all-weldand,
That Lord that made vs!

It is a wonder thyng, me thynk, sothle`,
Thai ar so long taryyng, the fowles that we
Cast out in the mornyng.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Syr, it may be
Thai tary to thay bryng.
(^Noe.^)
   The ravyn is a-hungrye
Allway.
He is without any reson;
And he fynd any caryon,
As peraventure may be fon,
He will not away.

The dowfe is more gentill: her trust I vntew,
Like vnto the turtill, for she is ay trew.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Hence bot a litill she commys, lew, lew!
She bryngys in her bill som novels new.
Behald!
It is of an olif-tre
A branch, thynkys me.
(^Noe.^)
   It is soth, perde`;
Right so is it cald.

Doufe, byrd full blist, fayre myght the befall!
Thou art trew for to trist as ston in the wall;
Full well I it wist thou wold com to thi hall.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   A trew tokyn ist we shall be sauyd all,
Forwhi
The water, syn she com,
Of depnes plom
Is fallen a fathom
And more, hardely.
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(^ (\1 Filius.\) ^)
   Thise floodys ar gone, fader, behold!
(^ (\2 Filius.\) ^)
   Ther is left right none, and that be ye bold.
(^ (\3 Filius.\) ^)
   As still as a stone oure ship is stold.
(^Noe.^)
   Apon land here anone that we were, fayn I wold.
My childer dere,
Sem, Iaphet and Cam,
With gle and with gam,
Com go we all sam;
We will no longer abide here.

[\They all leave the Ark.\]
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Here haue we beyn, Noy, long enogh
With tray and with teyn, and dreed mekill wogh.
(^Noe.^)
   Behald on this greyn! Nowder cart ne plogh
Is left, as I weyn, nowder tre then bogh,
Ne other thyng,
Bot all is away;
Many castels, I say,
Grete townes of aray,
Flitt has this flowyng.

(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   Thise floodys not afright all this warld so wide
Has mevid with myght on se and bi side.
(^Noe.^)
   To dede ar thai dyght, prowdist of pryde,
Euerich a wyght that euer was spyde
With syn:
All ar thai slayn,
And put vnto payn.
(^ (\Vxor.\) ^)
   From thens agayn
May thai neuer wyn?

(^Noe.^)
   Wyn? No, iwis, bot he that myght hase
Wold myn of thare mys, and admytte thaym to grace.
As he in bayll is blis, I pray hym in this space,
In heven hye with his to purvaye vs a place,
That we,
With his santys in sight,
And his angels bright,
May com to his light.
Amen, for charite`.

(^ (\Explicit processus Noe.\) ^)



