He that ȝaff this counselle lete hym ȝeve the comforte alon,
ffor the conclusyon in hym of alle these lyse.
ffilius. It peyneth me that man I mad,
That is to seyn peyne I must suffre sore,
A counsel of the Trinité must be had,
Whiche of us xal man restore.
Pater. In ȝour wysdam, son, man was mad thore,
And in wysdam was his temptacion,
Therfor, sone, sapyens ȝe must ordeyn herefore,
And se how of man may be salvation.