With alle thin hert thou take good hede.
Now fare weyl, sone, God be thin spede!
Evyn here at hom thou me abyde,
I must go walkyn, ffor I have nede,
I come aȝen withinne a tyde.
Ysaac. I pray to God, ffadyr of myght,
That he ȝow spede in alle ȝour waye,
From shame and shenshipp, day and nyht,
God mote ȝow kepe in ȝour jornay.
Abraham. Now fare weylle, sone! I the pray