[SCENE II, Hell; at one side Limbo, enclosing the patriarchs and prophets; a light shines across.]
4. Adame. Mi bretheren, harkens to me here,
Swilke hope of heele neuere are we hadde.
Foure thowsande and sex hundereth ȝere
Haue we bene heere [in †þis stedde†.] 40
Nowe see I signe of solace seere,
A glorious gleme to make vs gladde,
Wherfore I hope oure helpe is nere,
And sone schall sesse oure sorowes sadde.
Eua. Adame, my husband hende, 45