Telle me thyn hert, I pray to the.
Ysaac. ffadyr, fyre and wood here is plenté,
But I kan se no sacryfice;
What ȝe xulde offre fayn wold I se,
That it were don at the best avyse.
Abraham. God xal that ordeyn that sytt in hevynne,
My swete sone, ffor this offryng,
A derrere sacryfice may no man nempne,
Than this xal be, my dere derlyng.
Ysaac. Lat be, good fadyr, ȝour sad wepynge!