That I the shewe here in the way.
Tarye not be nyght nor day,
But smertly thi gate thou goo;
Upon ȝon hille thou knele and pray
To God, and kylle the childe ther and scloo!
Abraham. Now Goddys comaundement must nedys be done,
Alle his wyl is wourthy to be wrought;
But ȝitt the fadyr to scle the sone,
Grett care it causyth in my thought.
In byttyr bale now am I brought