Lyst and herke weylle onto me.
Abraham. Al redy, sere, here I am;
Telle me ȝour wylle what that it be.
Angelus. Almyghty God thus doth bydde the,—
Ysaac thi sone anon thou take,
And loke hym thou slee anoon, lete se,
And sacrafice to God hym make.
Thy welbelovyd childe thou must now kylle,
To God thou offyr hym, as I say,
Evyn upon ȝon hey hylle,