agayne kynde That men yong men shuld fynde That of al thyng wysar were Than old men and coude more â—or of the braynes of the man Is moch of the wyt that he can And the braynes of the olde Are sadder and more may holde Than of a yong man that are lyght And to hold are of no myght Also the eldar that aman is The more tyme of profe hath be his And the more aman may here and se The more most his conyng be In .xl. yere more can men Than in .viii. nyne or ten Wherfore ought old to be wysare Than eny yong man in fere The old may men ouer renne wel But ouer the other neuer a dele ¶ The CC.lxviii questyon ¶ Tel me now I pray the What thyng delyte may be BOdely delyte is hele And for to haue ryches fele And the body at ese to make And many gyftes for to take For yf that thou in he le be In some thyng thou delytes the Be thou rych and fast may wynne Thy delyte is than therin And he that wyl curteys be told And geuyth gyftes many folde For to get hym loos and pryese His delyte therin lyese A couytous man delytes hym sore For to gather more and more And that he to gather hath delyte Comes some tyme other to profyte Another delyte is there yet And goostly delyte hyght it Whan aman delytes hym nothyng But in the seruyse of heuyn kyng Neyther in catel chyld ne wyfe But in holynesse of lyfe Of al delytes the best that is For it geuyth the endlesse blys ¶ The CC.lxi questyon ¶ What kynde appul was that That our father Adam ate ADam ete an appul ryght Such as we now se in syght And that appul for his synne Tokyn of deeth bare there with in For that y t was fyrst swetest of al Be came byttar as eny galle In tokyn that he that fyrst had space Was put there fro and from grace And in to wo and sorow than Wherof the appul soure be came And the synne was not for that That he so the appul ate But by cause he brake the coÌ„maundment Of his maker that made hym shent And al that euer came of them to For theyr synne went in to wo ¶ The CC.lxxii questyon ¶ Why lerne thes yong chyldren so More than thes old men do CHyldren are hottar of kynde ThaÌ„ eny old man that meÌ„ fynde And curyous they are also To the thyng y t meÌ„ theÌ„ settis to Lyghtly takyng and holdyng For theyr wyt is euer waxing Cold man hath saddar wyt Wherfore harde takyng is it And of long tyme hath he seen Many thynges that hath bene Wherof he hath before Therfore he taketh not moch more And mannys wyt is more thynkyng In other thynges y t he hath in occapyeng And chyldren but of theyr lesson Haue no occupacyon Therfore theyr wyt is theron set And are of nought els let ¶ The CC.lxii questyon ¶ Which is the dylectablest syght That is vnder sunne lyght THe delectabelest thyng that may be Than is to heuyn for to se And thynke on hym that al hath wroght Heuyn erth and al of nought Sonne mone and sterre bryght That is delectable goostly syght Delectable syght there is also That bodely thyng longes vnto As to se delytes hym many one That he loues and longes to se on For man delyteth hym to be hold Thyng that he loues and haue wold Though it lothly be and blacke For loue men say hath no lacke And be it so fayre as it ought And aman loue it nought In the syght hath he no lykyng Ne delytes hym therin nothyng ¶ The CC.lxiij questyon ¶ Why made god as thou mayst se Heere on mannys body for to be MAter that man hath of eche lym Toke fyrst god of erthe slyme And comparyd to erth he is For as on erthe waxeth gris So waxeth heere vpon the man Other frute nought geue he can And on the fyrst man heer gan spryng In the stede of his clothyng Whan he clothyng of grace had lorne For he hym to god had mysborne He sawe hym nakyd and shamed sore On al the lymes that on hym wore Than sent god heer on hym waxyng That to his heles was hangyng There with was his body clad And Eue no nother clothyng had ¶ The CC.lxxv questyon ¶ Why come some this world vnto Doumbe borne and defe also LOng before that god began This world for to make or man Wyst he wel that man shuld sinne And goddys hest to breke begyn And stablest he forth by The turnyng about of the sky And the planets in theyr goyng For to gouerne al thyng And the sygnes there they in go For to worke both wel and wo And in some poynt of tho Are some borne defe and doume also Some croked and some blynd As men may many fynde And al for adamys synne is that Whan that he the appul ate And be cause he synned in his assent In al the wyttes that god hym lent Wher by in ech wyt that man haas Fallyth this aueature percaas In tokyn that adam forsoke God in them al and the appul toke ¶ The CC.lxxvj questyon ¶ Profyteth the folke ought vnto The almesdedes that they here do AMan that doth here almesdede He is worthy of moch mede If he for god it do only And he trust in hym stedfastly â—o moch payne it wyl hym saue In purgatory that he shuld haue And he that beleuyth not in god truly But in ydols beleuyth sykerly No almes do he ne may Thoughe he the pouere gyue alday For almes dede may none it proue With out it be geuen for goddys loue And gyue for hym beleue in hym nought This may not be to gether brought For yf a man now wore With a spere wounded sore Lechcrafte myght do no good to hym Whyle the yren styked therin Neuer thelesse aman is synne May soner haue grace for to blynne And throughe knowlegyng may he loos For almesdedes that he does ¶ The CC.lxxvij questyon ¶ A iuge synnes he ought That denies them y â— yl hath wrought Or synnes he ought also with al That the iugment fulfyl shal BUt yf iuges were set The wicked somtyme for to let An euyl world shuld sone begyn And peryl were to lyue therin Wherfore is it good to be here Wicked dedes to correct and dere For he that workes here amys In so moch as in hym is He wrathes god of heuyn sore Than is iuge ordayned therfore Wreckar of goddys cause to be Wronge to denie in euery countre Now yf he deme hym that doth yl Me thynketh he doth goddys wyl And he that the iugment shal do Unto hym shaâ— dempt is so He hath no pâ—ryl therin But waysshes his hand in blode of synne Now than who so in iugment shal fyte Loke that he fro ryght not â—yte For gyft fauourâ— ne for made For he wrathes god so thaâ— dede But in 〈◊〉 iuges ryght Synnes 〈…〉 the plyght ¶
them and god in eternall blys ¶ The vij questyon ¶ The kynge askyd yf deuyls also All thyng knowe and all thyng may do UEryly syr quod Sydrac we do fynde That deuyls ar of aungels kynde And by cause they of theyr nature ware Of full grete conynge they ar And they ar more goostly Than man that hath body Therfore knowe they more than man By nature moche secrecy tell can Saue thynges that ar commyâ—ge Of that they know lytell or nothynge Thynges that I haue don or thou That knowe they well I now Of euyl wyll and euyl thought Thereof wote the deuyls nought Ne none but god alone I ensuer the Of a manys herte the preuyte The deuyls may well yuel do But good they ne haue wyll vnto And yet may they not fulfyll To do iâ— yuel all theyr wyll No more haue they myght vntyll Than good aungels them suffre wyll ¶ The viij questyon ¶ What shape ar aungels what thynâ— They can do a sayd the kynge ON owyse haue they euyn The lyknese of god of heuyn For bodylese they ar and hâ—yght Full of fayre bed and of lyght And there is nothyng in kynde That they ne wote and haue in myâ—de No wonder that they of knowlege be For all thynges in god they se And all that they haue wyll vnto Without greuaunce may they do ¶ The ix questyon ¶ The kynge than Sydrac askyd Yf god Adam with his hande formyd MAn and all that god hym lent Was made of his comaundment And who so vnderstande can A feble nature is in man And of a fowle thynge god hym dyght To confounde the deuyl and his myght For man so feble to 〈◊〉 y t he came fro That is to hym gret soâ—â—wâ— and wo Of the fouer elements as 〈◊〉 the Our parent Adam made be For his kynde 〈◊〉 was goddis wyll Shulde â—oue 〈◊〉 of the world fulfyll For god knewe â—e for 〈◊〉 the shuld syn And lâ—se the vertu that he was â—reat in And that he shulde as aman vnwysse Not longe lyue in paradyse All other thynges dyd he make To mannys behoue and for his sake And many wormes he made also As mees freys and other mo Man to sorowe and byte sâ—ime tyde Be cause he shulde not fall in pryde And that he shulde remembre by this Howe feble a thynge that he is Whan so feble a thynge and so vyle Shall hym gretly wex and trobyll Of myre and rayne se men may How they ar trauelyd all day So besy shulde we of ryght God to serue with all our myght For vnto our delyte made he Aâ—l thynges that we se And we and they were made also Unto god worshype to do ¶ The .x questyon ¶ The kynge askyd hym than In what stede made god Adam IN Ebroâ— ar god â—olde it haue Where 〈…〉 was put in graue But fyrst he was â—et in paradyse A fayer stede thaâ— in the est lyese There is ioy and grâ—t deâ—yre And trees a many 〈◊〉 of fruyte And euery frute 〈◊〉 of myght As god hastyth 〈◊〉 with vertu dyght One frute there is that yf aman Had ones ete of it neueâ— after than He shulde hounger eny more And another also groweth thore That is callyd the frute of lyf Both good for man and wyf For who so etys of that tree Shall neuer syke nor olde he Whan Adam was thether brought There was Eue than of hym wroght So were they made as we fynde Of one flesh and of o kynde Be cause they shuld be wher they went As of one fleshe so of one assent God made them that they shulde not syn The more mercy after to wynne And whan that god had Adam makyd He and Eue were both nakyd But therof shamyd they noght Untyll they had synne wroght Whan they of the appull had byten abyte Eyther shamyd of other was tyte For they sawe them than vnclad Of clothyng a grace that they had And in paradyse they wore Seuen howers and no more The thyrde hower after his mâ—kyng Gaue Adam name to all thyng The syxth hower ete his wyfe The appull that made all the stryfe The seuenth hower Adam dyd of yt ete And was chasyd and streyth out hete The aungel cam thyther anon ryght With a sworde of fyre very bryght And with the fyre be set he there The walles of paradyse that there were So that no man there in shuld wone Untyl the commynge of goddys sonne After his deth he shall vndo The fyre that it doth compase so And Adam and his frendes all Into heuyn conducte shall ¶ The xj questyon ¶ ThaÌ„ asâ—yd he whyther went Adam Out of paradyse whan he came AFter that he went anon There he was made in Ebron A hundreth yere there lede his lyf And had chyldren by his wyf But at lenght Cayn that was fell Dyd kyll his brother Abel Adam therfore came his wyf not nere By the space of a hundreth yere Makyng grete sorow that Abel was slayne Than bade hym the aungel go agayne And know his wyf as he shulde do Sayeng that the wyll of god was so For cursed of god was Cayn And aâ—l the sede that cam of hym And of that cursed sede forlorne Goddys sonne wolde not be borne That fuâ—fylâ—ed Adam and â—eth begot he Of whos sede goddys some borne shalâ— be And wete thou syr that from Adam Unto the tyme that Noe came Neuer fell on erthe no rayne Ne none raynebowe was ne fayne Flesshe that tyme no man dyd ete No wynde than was god none be lete The wether was all tymes there Fayer as somers day and clere And plenty was of all thynge Tyll mannys syn it made lettynge ¶ The .xij. questyon ¶ Dyd Adam eny other syn than it He broke goddys bode y e appul byt NAy he dyd none other synne But a greater myght he not begyn For he couetyd god to be And for that the appul ete he And shuld no creature of wyte His creatorys bode ouersyt Yf you before god now were And some aungel sayde to the there That thou behynde shuldest se Or the worlde shuld destroyed be And god the bade loke on hym fast And no where els thy eyen cast Goddys bode thou shuldyst fulfyll And let all the worlde spyll For that Adam couthe no good Before god somtyme he stode And behynde he lokyd as vnwyse Wherfore he lost paradyse And in that one synne that he dyd Seuyn synnes were there hyd ¶ Fyrst pryde for that he Desyred goddys lyke to be ¶ Inobedyence another also For he brake that god bade hym do ¶ Couetyse the thyrd dyd hym greue For he couetyd more than god wold gyue ¶ Sacrylege was the fouerth synne That Adam was wrappyd in For he toke vpon hym thore That god had forbyden hym before ¶ The fyfte may be called by reason Goostly fornicacyon For his very spouse he forsoke And to the deuelys counsell hym toke Wherby his ryght sponsale he brake And in
fayre that hym god hath wrought At his owne lykenes to be And that so fayre a thyng to se Shulde be kepte clenly also That no fylth ne came ther to Were it now syr that a kynge Gaue me a robe of his clothynge Ful clene I wold it kepe and bryght And worshype it at al my myght For moch worshype to me it were A kyngys clothyng for to bere Euyn so shuld it with vs befall Of goddys clothyng are we all And yf we thynke to hold it clene Our fowle wyl that was so kene Shal twyne away and passe for nought And kendele no more in our thought The more that men a fyre leys in The more and hotter wyl it bryne And it wyl not leue brynnynge But men it sleken with some thynge Euyn so brenneth lechery In man that geueth hym to foly And yf he wyl that it be layde Thynke on god as I haue sayd Also shal in his thought be What mede cometh of chastyte And yf he be tane in synne What payne shal his soule be in And thus maye he kele shortly His brennyng wyl y t was so outragyously ¶ The C.lxiij questyon ¶ The grettyst delyte that is Which is it tel me this I Fynde there are delytes two Bodely and goostly also The bodely wyl not last That men doth there on is a waye cast It fareth as the candel lyght That now brenneth ferly bryght Now than is it out quyte So fareth bodely delyte Goostly delyte is on other wyse As delyte in god and his seruyse And tho that delyte them therin For to kepe them out of synne Wyte you wel that they tho In the payne of the wo That they suffer theyr sowle to saue Ful great delyte therin they haue And who so is therin brought That delyte ne keelyth nought It waxeth ay from lesse to more Euer vntyl aman come thore There no ende may be Which is before the Trynyte And there shal his delyte betolde More than here a thowsand folde Wherfore the most delyte that is Is to delyte in god I wys ¶ The C.lxiiij questyon ¶ Tel me now yf that aman Shal ought delyt hym with a womaÌ„ DElyte with wymen are there twye And which they are I shal the seye That one is goostly with chast lyfe As aman with his owne wyfe Flesshely knowe her wel he may Chyldren to wyne to goddys pay And fro that tyme that he Wotyth that she with chylde be He shal hym hold from her holly Tyl it be borne of her body This is delyte of chastyte That dygne and honest ought to be Bodely delyte there is also That no tyme hath reward vnto But euery tyme that wyl hym takys His flesâ—hly lust he not forsakys And that is purly lyfe of beast That nother is good ne honest And such a delyte with woman Shuld no man haue that good can ¶ The C.lxv. questyon ¶ If one hoost a nother mete Shal he anon on hym shete CUm an hoost w t al theyr mayne And another come them agayne Smyte anoÌ„e ne shal they nought Theyr cheueteyne shal haue forthought And be wel aduysed and wyse And ouer se his enymes And yf he haue hope in his mode That his partye may be good He shal ordeyne his folke wysely And be vygorus and hardy And his enemes assayle As it fallyth to batayle And yf he aperceuyng is That the feblear syde be his He shal comfort his folke ycke dele And make good vysage and bere hym wele And fare aâ— he had no awe And in al that hym with drawe Holdyng them fast to gether so That none outraye other fro Yf his fleynge may not auayle But that other hym assayle Uygorously he than withstande And harte his folke to be doand The feble syde parchaunce so may With lytel scathe scape away ¶ The C.lxvj. questyon ¶ Which membres of the man are tho That he worste myght forgo AMan myght no lym forbere But yf it hym greatly dere And some one myght he worse for go Than he myght other two For thoughe he forgo fote and hand Eere and eyen thoughe hym wante Yet maye he be ful hote of herte And leue many daye in quarte But ware teethe and tonge forgon Good lyfe after had he none For tho are the most hardely That helpe to sustayne the body The tonge the mete turneth al Under the tethe that chewe it shal And the tonge is made also Unto god worshyp to do The teethe gryndeth the mete small That the body leueth withall And for that aman may nought Without these be forth brought Therfore tothe and tonge are tho That aman may worst forgo ¶ The C.lxvij questyon ¶ The fyrst instrument who made it And how came it in his wyt OF the chyldren of Noe Iaphet the yongest of the thre He contryued it and wrought As god it sent in his thought And of the sounde he it toke Of trees that the wynde shoke And also of waters soune That ran harde from hylles doune Some soune was lowe and some hye And therof founde he melody An instrument he made anone That melody to worke vpon ¶ The C.lxviii questyon ¶ He that is dome defte may not se What spech in his hert thynkeh he A Man that is borne to day Doum and defe that se ne may No langage ne may lere For that he may nought here Than behouyth hym of kynde Nedly in his heâ—te haue mynde Of the spech that Adam spake Or he goddys precept brake That is ebru that god gaue man Fyrst whan he to speke began For yf a tree a frute here Be it appul be it pere The frute must take kynde and hewe Of the rote that it on grewe But the kynde of the tree Sal chaunge yf it imped be And but aman haue impyng Of langage through some lernyng The fyrst speche haue he shal That man was fyrst lernyd with al ¶ The C.lxix questyon ¶ Why are some cloudes of the sky Whyte and some blake there by CLoudes somtyme are ryght thyn For lytel water that there is in Than comys the lyght of the day And the sonne that shynes ay Which geuyth on the cloude lyght And the cloude that is of lytel myght Is throughe shyned ther with al Wherby whyte he shewe hym shal For throughe water may men se If that it not depe be The cloude that blake is to our syght Is thycke of water and of myght And for the thycknes that he haas May no lyght there thorow paas Wherfore holdys it odrye Not ful mykel vp on hye And be cause it is thycke and lowe Behouyth it blake to vs to showe ¶ The C.lxx. questyon ¶ May no creature that god wrought Wyte goddys wyl nor his thought GOd made neuer creature Aungel ne man nor other fygure That myght wyte goddys thought Nor his wyl tyl it was wrought Whan he eny thyng wyl do He says be made and it is so But or he it in werke fulfyl There may no man
So may they shew them theyr frendes vnto To pray them that they them good do Or that they prayer for them make That theyr paynes may sone slake But yf eny shew hym to the And seys that he dampned be Trust it nought neuer the lesse It is a deuel in his lycknesse ¶ The CC.lxxxvij questyon ¶ Dremes that men dreme on nyght Wherof come they to mannys syght SOme tyme of heuyn kyng For to tel man some thyng And of the deuyl they come somwhyle To be gyle that fayth geue them tyl Somtyme of humours steryng About the hert of man slepyng Somtyme the wombe fylled wyl it make Ouer moch mete and drynke to take Somtyme of that men sees on day And can not cast it a way Or thyng that he hath of great thought In slepe is it before hym brought ¶ The CC.lxxxviij questyon ¶ Whan god made fyrst trees for maÌ„ Was eny frute in them than AS god made adam fully man And Eue of hym fully woman Of theyr seed forth mo to bryng So dyd he of al other thyng Among al other trees he wrought That frute in theyr seson forth brought And euery tree that men fynde Hath his frute in hym by kynde And the seed of them also Brought forth frute as they now do ¶ The CC.lxxxix questyon ¶ What tyme and what day was it That adam was made tel me yet ADam was made as old men told Whan the mone was .iij. dayes old And had lytel than of lyght Gnabrygab than it hyght The fyrst mone was it of the yere And on a fryday that was clere Adam sawe that same tyme And anon he called it pryme But after chaunged al Noe And the mones stablysshed he On a fryday adam was wrought Noe that day of lyue was brought And on such a day shal borne be The very prophyt and dye on tre And he shal as he wel may Worke many wonders on that day ¶ The CC. lxxxx questyon ¶ Whan the flod ouer the world ran Made god than new frute to man GOd made frute and al thyng To mannys mete at the begynyng Trees he made and frute theron And tho fel in the flod ech one The rotes stode in the erth styl And after the flod waxed to wyl Aâ—d were so fayr as they fyrst wore Beryng frute as they dyd before So was no frute made new But the trees that fyrst grew ¶ The CC. lxxxxj questyon ¶ Where set Noe shyp on land Whan the flod was with drawand SOne so the flod was with droughe The arch was set safe I noughe Upon a great hylle and a hye That hyght the mount of Hermonye Also quyckly as Noe Was out gon with his mene And the beastes euerychone The trees toke rotes vp a non That vpon the shyp wore And shal there stande euer more God set the lycknesse on the sky So that men shuld wyt there by That neuer more shuld be none Such a flod as that was one ¶ The CC. lxxxxij questyon ¶ Whan Noe from the shyp went so Came he this world straunge vnto GOd made neuer creature Ne neuer shal here for to dure That he ne shal that warne I the To this world ryght straunge be For porely we came and bare And pouere shal we hens fare To day borne to morowe on bere Our herytage is not here And haue we herytage none Than are we straunge euerychone And straunge was Noe also Whan of the arche he came the world vnto ¶ The CC. lxxxxiij questyon ¶ Wherof euer may it be That a man has in his harte petye PEtye comes of a fre blode And a nesshe hart that is good Pyte to god may lyckened be For of hym is mercy and pyte And he that wyl no pyte haue Hym auayleth not pyte to craue Pyte tendres mannys herte And causyth it to swet al smerte The herte there with in swete is brought And for no nother trauayleth nought Whan the herte hath pyte of a thyng Anon it fallyth in meltyng And to swete it wyl begyn For tendernesse that than is in ¶ The CC. lxxxxiiij questyon ¶ Why haue foules in theÌ„ no nature As beastes to make engendure HAd foules kynd in them also As the other beastes do Yong to bere in theyr body They myght not than fly a hy The heuynes of theyr beryng So shuld let them of fleyng And than myght take them euery man Whan they great to waxe began And they are made by the ayre to flye And not euer by the ground to lye Wherfore they ordayned ware Of goddys wyl as they now are ¶ The CC. lxxxxv questyon ¶ Sal men haue pyte of al tho That lye in payne and in wo And delyuer them also If that men may come therto IF that thou in payne se Man or beast whether it be Than shalt thou haue pyte of the syght And delyuer them yf thou myght Neuerthelesse men may wel slo Dyuers beastes and foules also Mannys mete of for to make Whan tyme comes them to take But shuld they do the no seruyse Nothere for mete ne other wyse Thoughe thou haue to it delyte Or serue not for thy appetyte But as it came so let it go Do it nother payne ne wo Be it a worme that venym berys And it the nor non other derys Thou shalt no hurte it do For thou hast no cause therto God it made not for nought For thy lete hym that it wrought For to do with it at his owne wyl And do not thou with wrong it spyl ¶ The CC. lxxxxvj questyon ¶ Which is bettar as y e doyst thynke Wyne or water for to drynke WIne is a thyng ful precyous That many are after couetous And somtyme it helth makys Unto some man that it takys For it is nought to euery man To drynke I lyke that it drynke can Wyse men drynke wyne oft At mesure and bere them soft They noman mys say ne mys do Them is wyne profyte vnto But folys that wyne drynke shal That drynke dronke therwithal And whan the wyt dronken is Then wyl they gladly do amys Men to bete or to slo Or vnto horedom for to go Unto men that vse it so comyn Were better the water than the wyne But he that mesurably Drynkys wyne and not for thy Leses his wyt hym doth it good And maketh hym good body and blode Therfore shal wyne to good be prest And vnto foles is water best ¶ The CC. lxxxxvij questyon ¶ Whan man is ardaunt for to fyght With some that standis in his syght How than may he holde hym styl And ouercome that wycked wyl AMan may tempre hym yf he wyl And he wyl lede his wyt with skyl Yf that he in wreth be brought For some thyng that hym lykes nought Yf he be in wyl to fyght Withstand his wyl at his myght And vndertake to thynke els whore And may his blode not kele therfore Out fro folke he drawe hym fast And alone in his
Shal his mynystres with hym be In the dome to here and se HIs mynysters shal be thore Tho that with hym walked before And al that lyued after hys â—ore And ke pars of his hous wore And al that lyue in chastyte Or that ded for his loue shal be Al shal they be of his wylte Synful wreches for to spylle For that shal they be there present To here and se the iugement The CCC.lvij questyon ¶ How shal he the dome do And what shal he say them to GOod departed shal he se Fro the wicked that there shal be Than shal he to the good say Ye in erth stode by me ay I houngred sore and ye me fedde I thursted and ye me drynke bede I was nakyd and ye me clad In sycknesse I helpe of you had I lay in pryson and myght not se Thether ye came to vyset me And by cause ye dyd this gladly Come to my fathers ioy heuynly And ye that of me not rought But al that ye lyked wrought With the deuyl and his ye go Unto payne for euer and od For ye nothyng dyd me fore Whan ye in your lykyng wore This shal euery man here and se Why he shal saued or dampnyd be ¶ The CCC.lviij questyon ¶ Sal euery man than know wele That he hath don here euery adele AL that euer aman hath wrought Good and yl in dede or thought Al shal on hym wryten be That al the world may it se But yf eny ware of repentaunce That toke his shryft here and penaunce Of his mysded with harte contryte That synne for geuen is al tyte The good than thanke god shal thore That they of such lyfe wore Wherfore that they shulde than wende To the blys with out ende And the wicked shal se eft What goodnesse they haue left And what wickednesse they toke Whan that they the good forsoke Ful â–ª sory be they than in thought But al shal avayle them nought For they shal anon be shent With the deuyl in tourment ¶ The CCC.lix questyon ¶ Whan al is don that dome so harde What shal be don afterwarde AFterwarde the deuyl shal Take tho that shal with hym al And wend to helle for euer more The wicked men to payne thore Goddys sonne shal his take That here dyd wel for his sake And lede them to his fathers blys Where euer I lyke ioy is And al shal theyr blys be That they euer god shal se And neuer more shal deye For yf they shuld chose one of tweye They shuld leuer in helle be God euery day in blys to se Than be in heuyn and se hym nought For that ware nought worth them thought ¶ The CCC.lx questyon ¶ What shal than betyde and who Of this world where we are now AS water it fyrst fordyd also Shal it fyre than fordo Al to gether shal it brynne Shal nothyng beleft therin The elementes shal than slake Of theyr fygure and a newe take Sonne and mone shal bryghter be Seuen tymes than men now them se Erth water fyre and ayre They shal be than thre tymes so fayre Than they euer ware before And so shal be left euer more Al trauayls in erth shal blynne Shal no payne after be therin ¶ The CCC.lxj questyon Shal the good haue leue ther tyl For to do al that they wyl THe good shal than be of that wyl To do but good and nothyng yl For than shal they ech thyng do That theyr wyl standyth vnto And in what stede they wold they wore Anon as thought they shal be thore And other worke shal they haue none But goddys vysage to se vpon And thanke hym that of al lord is That they are come to that hlys ¶ The CCC.lxij questyon ¶ Shal they than remember ought Of wickednesse y t they here wrought REmember them they shal euery dele Of that they wrought here yl and wel And great ioy haue they shal That they the wickednesse ouer came al As a knyght is blyth and glad That a stronge batayle hath had And hath bore the prayse away From al his enymyes that day Great ioy it is his frendes vnto That he that day bare hym so And al so sory are they tho That for theyr synne go than to wo ¶ Here ende the questyons ¶ The ende of the hystory Sydracke god yeld it the The techyng y t thou hast teched me From darknesse thou hast me brought Unto lyght that fayleth nought Now than wot I moch thyng That after Iesus haue great longyng And now wot I what god may do To lyfe and vnto soule also Wherfore it is good now Upon what maner and how That we shal our toure fulfyl Wherto we fyrst had great wyl For that was the cause why we Came fyrst vnto this countre FOr thy the kyng Boccus anon Toke hors and worthed there vpon And his mayster Sydracke before And al his folke be gan to raye thore They came in to the in comyng Of Garabys lande the kyng There they began the toure to dyght That sanke from them euery nyght The kyng caused to be brought lyme stone And caused masons to come anon And Sydracke the kynge present Deuysed them the foundament In the name of the Trynyte One god and persons thre Boldly ther vpon they wrought And y t shuld hurt them found they nought And in dayes syxe and twenty Was the toure made vp fully And al thyng that therto shuld After the kyng it ordayne wold ¶ Whan that Garaab it herde Of the toune how it farede How it was to ende brought He was ful sory in his thought And foule abasshed he was also For he perseuyd it shuld hym vndo In harte myght haue no rest He counselyd hym what was best A messynger anon he sent That vnto kyng Boccus went And prayed hym purcharyte Of hym to haue mercy and pyte Kynge Boccus answered and spake By the counsel of Sydracke That yf Garaab wyl a good man be And beleue in the Trynyte That may both dampne and saue That he shal of hym mercy haue And Garaab sent to hym agayne That what he wyl I shal do fayne Kyng Garaab caused to be broken anon His false ydols euerychone And trusted in god of heuyn lyght Seruyng hym with al his myght And many landes there mo Causyd Boccus to serue god tho But whan kynge Boccus was deed And Sydracke than was there no rede But anon they god forsoke And to theyr false ydols they toke Throughe entysement of the wicked goost Now he that is of myght most Saue vs fro his wycked wyles For many one that shrew begyles And bryng vs into that blys Wherof that none ende is AMEN PRay we now with al our myght Unto god of heuen lyght That he geue vs grace so to do That we heuen may come vnto That we shal al to I wâ—â—â— And that Hughe of caumpedenâ— That this boke hath throughe sought And vnto Englysshe tyme brought Lyue in ioye without synne And that he god is loue here wynne So that he at his lyues ende Unto the blesse of heuen wende FINIS ¶ Thus endeth the hystory and questyoÌ„s of kynge Boccus and Sydracke Prynted at London by Thomas Godfray At the coste and charge of dan Robert Saltwode moÌ„ke of faynt Austens at Cantorbury ¶ Cum priuilegio regali