NOAH:
5
10
15
20
25
30
35
40
45
50
55
60
65
70
[God speaks from above]
GOD:
75
80
85
90
95
100
105
110
115
[God descends and comes to Noah]
120
125
130
135
140
145
150
155
160
NOAH:
165
GOD:
170
NOAH:
175
GOD:
180
NOAH:
185
[Noah goes to his wife]
190
NOAH'S WIFE:
195
NOAH:
200 NOAH'S WIFE:
205
210
215
NOAH:
NOAH'S WIFE:
NOAH:
220
NOAH'S WIFE:
225
[The wife hits Noah]
NOAH:
NOAH'S WIFE:
NOAH:
NOAH'S WIFE:
NOAH:
230
235
NOAH'S WIFE:
NOAH:
240
NOAH'S WIFE:
[Noah goes to work on the Ark]
NOAH:
245
250
255
260
265
270
275
280
285
290
[Noah goes to his wife]
NOAH'S WIFE:
295
NOAH:
NOAH'S WIFE:
300 NOAH:
305
310
NOAH'S WIFE:
315
NOAH:
FIRST SON:
SECOND SON:
320
THIRD SON:
NOAH'S WIFE:
[They go to the Ark; the wife gets in it]
325 NOAH:
NOAH'S WIFE:
330
[The wife leaves the Ark]
NOAH:
335
NOAH'S WIFE:
340
NOAH:
345
350
NOAH'S WIFE:
FIRST SON'S WIFE:
355
SECOND SON'S WIFE:
NOAH'S WIFE:
360
THIRD SON'S WIFE:
NOAH:
NOAH'S WIFE:
365
NOAH:
370 NOAH'S WIFE:
NOAH:
375 NOAH'S WIFE:
NOAH:
NOAH'S WIFE:
380
NOAH:
[Noah strikes his wife]
NOAH'S WIFE:
NOAH:
385 NOAH'S WIFE:
NOAH:
NOAH'S WIFE:
390
395
NOAH:
400
NOAH'S WIFE:
405
[Noah and the wife fight, ad lib.]
NOAH:
NOAH'S WIFE:
[The fight ends with the wife sitting atop Noah]
NOAH:
410
NOAH'S WIFE:
415 FIRST SON:
SECOND SON:
THIRD SON:
NOAH:
420
NOAH'S WIFE:
[All go board the Ark]
NOAH:
425 NOAH'S WIFE:
NOAH:
430
NOAH'S WIFE:
[Time passes]
NOAH:
435 NOAH'S WIFE:
NOAH:
440
445
450
NOAH'S WIFE:
455
NOAH:
NOAH'S WIFE:
460 NOAH:
NOAH'S WIFE:
NOAH:
NOAH'S WIFE:
465
NOAH:
NOAH'S WIFE:
NOAH:
470
NOAH'S WIFE:
NOAH:
475
NOAH'S WIFE:
480
NOAH:
485
[Noah releases the birds]
490
NOAH'S WIFE:
NOAH:
495
NOAH'S WIFE:
NOAH:
500
505
NOAH'S WIFE:
[The dove appears]
510
NOAH:
515
NOAH'S WIFE:
520
FIRST SON:
SECOND SON:
525 THIRD SON:
NOAH:
530
NOAH'S WIFE:
NOAH:
535
540
NOAH'S WIFE:
NOAH:
545
NOAH'S WIFE:
550 NOAH:
555
Here ends the play of Noah; that of Abraham follows.
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Mightfull god verray,
Maker of all that is,
Three persons wihouten nay,
oone god in endles blis,
Thou made both night and day,
beest, fowle, and fish,
All creatures that live may,
wrought thou at thy wish,
As thou wel might;
The son, the moone, verrament,
Thou made; the firmament,
The sternes also full fervent,
To shine thou made ful bright.
Angels thou made ful even,
all orders that is,
To have the blis in heven;
this did thou more and les,
Full mervelus to neven,
yet was ther unkindnes,
More by foldes seven,
then I can well expres;
For why?
Of all angels in brightnes
God gaf Lucifer most lightnes,
Yit proudly he flyt his des,
And set him even Him by.
He thoght himself as worthi
as him that him made,
In brightnes, in bewty.
Therfor he him degrade;
Put him in a low degre soon after, in a brade,
Him and all his menye,
wher he may be unglad,
For ever.
shall thay never win away
Hence unto Domesday,
Bot burne in bale for ay,
Shall thay never dissever.
Soone after that gracious lord
to his liknes made man,
That place to be restord,
even as he began,
Of the Trinite by accord,
Adam and Eve that woman,
To multiplie without discord,
in Paradise put he thaym,
And sithen to both
Gaf in commaundement,
On the tree of life to lay no hend;
Bot yet the fals feend,
Made him with man wroth,
Entised man to Glotony,
stird him to sin in Pride;
Bot in Paradise securly
might no sin abide,
And therfor man full hastely
was put out, in that tide,
In wo and wandreth for to be,
in paines full unrid,
To knowe,
First in erth, sithen in Hell
With feendis for to dwell,
Bot he his mercy mell
To those that will him trowe.
Oile of mercy he us hight,
As I have herd red,
To every living wight
that wold luf him and dred,
Bot now before his sight
every living lede,
Most party day and night
sin in word and dede
Full bold;
Som in Pride, Ire and Envy,
Som in Covetise and Glotiny,
Som in Sloth and Lechery,
And other wise many fold.
Therfor I drede lest God
on us will take venjance,
For sin is now
alod without any repentance;
Six hundreth yeres and odd
have I, without distance,
In erth, as any sod,
lived with grete grevance
All way;
And now I wax old,
Seke, sory, and cold,
As muk apon mold
I widder away;
Bot yet will I cry
for mercy and call;
Noe thy servant, am I,
lord over all!
Therfor me and my fry
shal with me fall;
Save from velany
and bring to thy hall
In heven;
And kepe me from sin,
This world, within;
Comly king of mankin,
I pray thee here my steven!
Sin I have made all thing
that is livand,
Duke, emperour, and king,
with mine awne hand,
For to have thare liking
by see and bi sand,
Every man to my bidding
shuld, be bowand
Full fervent;
That made man sich a creatoure,
Fairest of favoure,
Man must luf me paramoure,
By reson, and repent.
Me thoght I shewed man luf
when I made him to be
All angels abuf
like to the Trinitee;
And now in grete reprufe
full low ligges he,
In erth himself to stuf
with sin that displease me
Most of all;
Venjance will I take,
In erth for sin sake,
My grame thus will I wake,
Both of grete and small.
I repente full sore
that ever made I man,
By me he settes no store,
and I am his soveran;
I will distroy therfor
both beest, man, and woman;
All shall perish les and more;
that bargain may thay ban,
That ill has done.
In erth I see right noght
Bot sin that is unsoght;
Of those that well has wroght
Find I bot a fone.
Therfor shall I fordo
all this medill-erd
With floodes that shall flo
rin with hidous rerd,
I have good cause therto;
for me no man is ferd,
As I say shal I do,
of veniance draw my swerd,
And make end,
Of all that beres life,
Sauf Noe and his wife,
For that wold never strife
With me ne me offend.
Him to mekill win
hastly will I go,
To Noe my servant, or I blin
to warn him of his wo.
In erth I se bot sin
reinand to and fro,
Among both more min,
ichon other fo;
With all thare entent;
All shall I fordo
With floodes that shall floo,
Work shall I thaim wo,
That will not repent.
Noe, my freend, I thee commaund
from cares thee to keyle,
A ship that thou ordand
of naile and bord, ful wele.
Thou was alway well wirkand,
to me trew as stele,
To my bidding obediand,
frendship shal thou fele
To mede;
Of lengthe thy ship be
Thre hundreth cubettis, warn I thee,
Of heght even thirtee,
Of fifty als in brede.
Anoint thy ship with pik and tar
without als within,
The water out to spar
this is a noble gin;
Look no man thee mar;
three chese chambres begin,
Thou must spend many a spar
this work or thou win
To end fully.
Make in thy ship also,
Parloures oone or two,
And houses of office mo,
For beestis that ther must be.
One cubite on hight
a windo shal thou make;
On the side a doore with slight
be-neyth shal thou take;
With thee shal no man fight,
nor do thee no kin wrake.
When all is done thus right,
thy wife, that is thi make,
Take in to thee;
Thy sonnes of good fame,
Sem, Japhet, and Came,
Take in also Hame,
Thare wifis also three.
For all shal be fordone
that live in land bot ye,
With floodis that from abone
shal fall, that plente;
It shall begin full sone
to rain uncessantly,
After dayes seven be done,
and endure dayes fourty,
Withoutten faill.
Take to thy ship also
Of ich kind beestis two,
Male female, bot no mo,
Or thou pull up thy saill,
For thay may thee availl
when al this thing is wroght;
Stuf thy ship with vitaill,
for hungre that ye perish noght;
Of beestis, foull, and cataill,
for thaim have thou in thoght,
For thaim is my counsaill
that som socour be soght,
In hast;
Thay must have corn and hay,
And other mete alway;
Do now as I thee say,
In the name of the holy gast.
A! benedicite!
What art thou that thus
Telles afore that shall be?
Thou art full mervelus!
Tell me, for charitee
thy name so gracius.
My name is of dignitee
and also full glorius
To knawe.
I am God most mighty,
One God in Trinity,
Made thee and ech man to be;
To luf me well thou awe.
I thank thee, lord, so dere.
that wold, vouch saf
Thus low to appere
to a symple knave;
Blis us, lord, here,
for charitee I hit crave,
The better may we stere
the ship that we shall have,
Certain.
Noe, to thee and to thy fry
My blissing graunt I;
Ye shall wax and multiply,
And fill the erth agane,
When all thise floodes ar past
and fully gone away.
Lord, homward will I hast
as fast as that I may;
My wife will I frast
what she will say,
And I am agast
that we get som fray
Betwixt us both;
For she is full techee,
For litill oft angree;
If any thing wrong be,
Sone is she wroth.
God spede, dere wife,
how fayre ye?
Now, as ever might I thrive,
the wars I thee see;
Do tell me belife,
where has thou thus long be?
To dede may we dryfe
or lif for thee,
For want.
When we swete or swink,
Thou dos what thou think,
Yit of mete and of drink
Have we veray skant.
Wife, we ar hard sted,
with tithinges new.
Bot thou were worthi be cled
in Stafford blew;
For thou art alway adred,
be it fals or trew;
Bot God knowes I am led,
and that may I rew,
Full ill;
For I dar be thy borow,
From even unto morow,
Thou spekes ever of sorow;
God send the ones thy fill!
We women may wary
all ill husbandes;
I have one, by Mary
that loosed me of my bondes!
If he teen I must tary,
how so ever it standes,
With seymland full sory,
wringand both my handes
For drede.
Bot yet other while,
What with game with gile,
I shall smite and smile,
And quite him his mede.
Wee! Hold thy tong, ram-skyt,
or I shall thee still.
By my thrift, if thou smite
I shal turne the untill.
We shall assay as tyte!
Have at thee, Gill!
Upon the bone shal it bite.
A, so, mary! thou smytis ill!
Bot I suppose
I shal not in thy det,
Flyt of this flett!
Take thee ther a langett
To tie up thy hose!
A! Wilt thou so? Mary,
that is mine.
Thou shal three for two,
I swere by goddes pine.
And I shall quite thee tho,
in faith, or sine.
Out upon thee, ho!
Thou can both byte and whine,
With a rerd!
For all if she strike,
Yet fast will she skrike,
In fayth I hold, none slike
In all medill-erd;
Bot I will kepe charitee,
for I have at do.
Here shal no man tary thee;
I pray thee go to!
Full well may we mis thee,
as ever have I ro;
To spin will I dres me.
Wee! fare well, lo;
Bot wife,
Pray for me bisile,
To eft I com unto thee.
Even as thou prays for me,
As ever might I thrive.
I tary full long
fro my worke, I traw;
Now my gere will I fang
and thiderward draw;
I may full ill gang
the soth for to knaw,
Bot if god help among
I may sit downe daw
To ken;
Now assay will I
How I can of wrightry.
In nomine patris, & filii,
Et spiritus sancti, Amen.
To begin of this tree
my bones will I bend;
I trow from the Trinitee
socoure will be send;
It faires full fayre, think me,
this work to my hend;
Now blissed be He
that this can amend.
Lo, here the length,
Thre hundred cubittes evenly,
Of breed, lo, is it fifty,
The heght is even thirty
Cubittes full strength.
Now my gowne will I cast
and wirk in my cote,
Make will I the mast
or I flyt oone foote,
A! My bak, I trow, will brast!
this is a sory note!
Hit is wonder that I last,
sich an old dote
All dold!
To begin such a wark!
My bones ar so stark,
No wonder if thay wark,
For I am full old.
The top and the saill
both will I make,
The helme and the castell
also will I take,
To drive ich a naill
will I not forsake,
This gere may never faill,
that dar I undertake
Onone.
This is a nobell gin,
Thise nailes so thay rin,
Thoro more and min,
Thise bordes ichon;
Window and doore,
even as he saide,
Three ches chambre
thay ar well made,
Pik and tar full sure
ther upon laide,
This will ever endure;
therof am I paide;
For why?
It is better wroght
Then I coude have thoght;
Him that made all of noght
I thank only.
Now will I hy me
and no thing be leder,
My wife and my meneie
to bring even heder.
Tent hedir tidely,
wife, and consider,
Hens must us fle
all sam togeder
In hast.
Why, sir, what ailes you?
Who is that asailes you?
To fle it availes you,
And ye be agast.
Ther is garn on the reel
other, my dame.
Tell me that ich a del,
els get ye blame.
He that cares may keyll
blissed be his name!
He has for oure seyll
to sheld us fro shame,
And said,
All this world aboute
With floodes so stoute,
That shall rin on a route,
Shall be overlaide.
He saide all shall be slain
bot onely we,
Oure barnes that ar bain
and thare wives thre;
A ship he bad me ordain
to save us oure fee,
Therfor with all oure main
thank we that free
Beytter of baill;
Hy us fast, go we thider.
I wote never whider,
I dase and I dedir
For ferd of that taill.
Be not aferd; have don;
trus sam oure gere,
That we be ther or none
without more dere.
It shall be done full sone!
Brother, help to bere.
Full long shall I not hoyne
to do my devere,
Brether sam.
Without any yelp,
At my might shall I help.
Yit for drede of a skelp
Help well thy dam.
Now ar we there
as we shuld be;
Do get in oure gere,
oure catall and fe,
In to this vessell here
my chylder free.
I was never bard ere
As ever might I thee,
In sich an oostree as this.
In faith I can not find
Which is before, which is behind;
Bot shall we here be pind,
Noe, as have thou blis?
Dame, as it is skill,
here must us abide grace;
Therfor, wife, with good will,
com into this place.
Sir, for Jak nor for Gill
will I turne my face
Till I have on this hill
spon a space
On my rok;
Well were he, might get me.
Now will I downe set me,
Yit reede I no man let me,
For drede of a knok.
Behold to the hevens
the cateractes all,
That are open full even,
grete and small,
And the planettes seven
left has thare stall,
Thise thoners and leven
downe gar fall
Full stout,
Both halles and bowers,
Castels and towres;
Full sharp ar thise showers,
That rennes aboute;
Therfor, wife, have done!
Com into ship fast!
Yee, Noe, go cloute thy shone,
the better will thay last.
Good moder, com in sone,
For all is over cast,
Both the son and the mone.
And many wind blast
Full sharp;
Thise floodes so thay rin,
Therfor, moder, come in.
In faith yet will I spin;
All in vain ye carp.
If ye like ye may spin,
Moder, in the ship.
Now is this twys Com in,
dame, on my frenship.
Wheder I lose or I win,
in fayth, thy felowship,
Set I not a pin.
This spindell will I slip
Upon this hill,
Or I stir one fote.
Peter! I trow we dote;
Without any more note
Come in if ye will.
Yee, water nighes so nere
that I sit not dry,
Into ship with a byr
therfor will I hy
For drede that I drone here.
Dame, securly,
It bees boght full dere,
ye abode so long by
Out of ship.
I will not, for thy biding,
Go from doore to myding.
In faith, and for youre long tarying
Ye shal lik on the whip.
Spare me not, I pray thee,
bot even as thou think,
Thise grete wordes shall not flay me.
Abide, dame, and drink,
For beten shall thou be
with this staf to thou stink;
Ar strokes good? say me.
What say ye, Wat Wink?
Speke!
Cry me mercy, I say!
Therto say I nay.
Bot thou do, by this day,
Thy hede shall I breke.
Lord, I were at ese,
and hertely full hoille,
Might I ones have a measse
of widows coyll;
For thy saull, without lese,
shuld I dele penny doyll,
So wold mo, no frese,
that I se on this sole
Of wives that ar here,
For the life that thay leyd,
Wold thare husbandes were dede,
For, as ever ete I brede,
So wold I oure sire were.
Ye men that has wives
whils they ar yong,
If ye luf youre lives,
chastise thare tong!
Me think my hert rivis,
both levyr and long,
To see such strifes wedmen among;
Bot I,
As have I blys,
Shall chastyse this.
Yit may ye miss,
Nicholl Nedy!
I shall make thee still as stone,
beginner of blunder!
I shall bete thee, bak and bone,
and breke all in sonder.
Out, alas, I am gone!
Oute apon thee, mans wonder!
See how she can grone,
and I lig under;
Bot, wife,
In this hast let us ho,
For my bak is nere in two.
And I am bet so blo
That I may not thrive.
A! Why fare ye thus,
Fader and moder both?
Ye shuld not be so spitus,
standing in sich a woth.
Thise ar so hidus,
with many a cold coth.
We will do as ye bid us;
we will no more be wroth,
Dere barnes!
Now to the helme will I hent,
And to my ship tent.
I see on the firmament,
Me think, the seven starnes.
This is a grete flood;
wife, take hede.
So me thoght, as I stode;
we ar in grete drede;
Thise wawghes ar so wode.
Help, god, in this nede!
As Thou art stere-man good,
and best, as I rede,
Of all;
Thou rewle us in this rase,
As thou me behete has.
This is a perlous case
Help, god, when we call!
Wife, tent the stere-tree,
and I shall asay
The deepnes of the see
that we bere, if I may.
That shall I do ful wisely;
now go thy way,
For upon this flood have we
flett many day,
With pine.
Now the water will I sound
A! It is far to the ground;
This travell I expound
Had I to tine.
Above all hilles bedeyn
the water is risen late
Cubittes fifteen,
bot in a higher state
It may not be, I ween,
for this well I wate,
This forty dayes has rain been.
It will therfor abate
Full lele.
This water in hast,
Eft will I tast;
Now am I agast,
It is waned a grete dele.
Now are the weders cest
and cateractes knit,
Both the most and the leest.
Me think, by my wit,
The son shines in the eest.
Lo, is not yond it?
We shuld have a good feest,
were thise floodes flyt
So spitus.
We have been here, all we,
Thre hundreth dayes and fifty.
Yee, now wanes the see;
Lord, well is us!
The thrid tyme will I prufe
what deepnes we bere.
How long shall thou hufe?
Lay in thy line there.
I may touch with my lufe
the ground even here.
Then beginnes to grufe
to us mery chere;
Bot, husband,
What ground may this be?
The hilles of Armonye.
Now blissed be He
That thus for us can ordand!
I see toppes of hilles he,
many at a sight,
No thing to let me,
the wether is so bright.
Thise ar of mercy
tokens full right.
Dame, thou counsell me
what foull best might
And couth,
With flight of wing
Bring, without tarrying,
Of mercy som tokening
Either by north or southe?
For this is the first day
of the tent moine.
The raven, durst I lay,
will com agane sone;
As fast as thou may
cast him furth, have done,
He may happen to day
com agane or none
With grath.
I will cast out also
Douves one or two
Go youre way, go,
God send you som wathe!
Now ar thise foules flone
into sere countre;
Pray we fast ichon,
kneland on our knee,
To Him that is alone
worthiest of degre,
That He wold send anon
oure foules som fee
To glad us.
Thay may not faill of land,
The water is so wanand.
Thank we God all weldand,
That Lord that made us.
It is a wonder thing,
me think sothle,
Thay ar so long tarying,
the foules that we
Cast out in the morning.
Syr, it may be
Thay tary to thay bring.
The raven is a-hungrye
All way;
He is without any reson;
And he find any carrion,
As peraventure may befon,
He will not away;
The douve is more gentill --
her trust I untew --
Like unto the turtell,
for she is ay trew.
Hence bot a litell.
She commes! Lew, lew!
She bringes in her bill
som novels new;
Behold!
It is of an olive tre
A branch, thinkes me.
It is soth, perdee,
Right so is it cald.
Douve, bird, full blist,
faire might thee befall!
Thou art trew for to trist
as ston in the wall;
Full well I it wist
thou wold com to thy hall,
A trew token is't.
We shall be saved all
For why?
The water, sin she com,
Of deepnes plom,
Is fallen a fathom,
And more hardely.
Thise floodes ar gone,
fader, behold!
Ther is left right none,
and that be ye bold.
As still as a stone
oure ship is stold.
Upon land here anone
that we were, fain I wold;
My childer dere,
Sem, Japhet and Cam,
With glee and with game,
Com go we all sam,
We will no longer abide here.
Here have we been,
Noy, long enogh,
With tray and with teen
and dreed mekill wogh.
Behold, on this green
nowther cart ne plogh
Is left, as I ween,
nowther tree then bogh,
Ne other thing,
Bot all is away;
Many castels, I say,
Grete townes of aray,
Flitt has this flowing.
Thise floodes not afright
all this world, so wide
Has meved with might
on se and by side.
To dede ar thay dight
proudest of pride,
Ever ich a wight
that ever was spide,
With sin,
All ar thay slain,
And put unto pain.
From thens again
May thay never win?
Win? No, i-wis.
Bot He that might has
Wold min of thare mys,
admitte thaim to grace.
As He in bale is blis
I pray Him in this space,
In heven hye with His,
to purvaye us a place,
That we,
With His saintes in sight,
And His angels bright,
May com to His light
Amen, for charitee.
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say
times seven
fled from his assigned place
i.e., sat next to God
i.e. God degraded him
brief time
retinue, followers
pain
get away (form the pain)
misfortune. . . cruel
mingle (with justice)
promised
creature
The majority
Covetousness
many times
requited
Sick
muck on earth
wither
children
mankind
hear . . . voice
living
bowing
love me devotedly
lies
anger
curse
not atoned for
few
destroy
earth
flow
run. . . sound
that = he . . . strive
joy
ere I cease
reigning everywhere
more and less (in rank)
them
be cooled, allayed
ordain
working
As a reward
also in breadth
pitch
get out
clever device
choice
ere
no sort of harm
mate
above
Or = ere
food
awe = owe, should
vouchsafe
person
steer
children
ask
tetchy, easy to anger
angry
because of you
sweat or work
true scarcity
tidings
guarantor
once
curse
is vexed
semblant
pay him back
ram-shit
toward you
right away
debt (i.e., because of you)
move from this place
strap
pain
ere long
noise
screech
like none such
earth
(work) to do
rest
prepare
busily
until again
suppose
equipment. . . take
go
know
melancholy
what I know of carpentry
In the name of the Father and the Son
and the Holy Spirit
hand
breadth
height
work. . . coat
ere. . . move away
break
sad business
fool
grown dull
work
pain, hurt
forecastle
every
gear
good device
run
through great and small
every one
choice, fine
pitch
pleased
hasten
evil
household
hither
come here quickly
all of us together
And = if
yarn
every bit
cool, alleviate
happiness
run with a roar
covered over
ready, obedient
possessions
noble one
one who remedies evils
hasten
am dazed. . . dither
fear. . . number
truss together our gear
ere noon
danger
carry
delay
duty
(My) brothers all
further talk
blow
mother
possessions
noble children
barred, shut up
prosper
hostelry, inn
penned, confined
reasonable
spun for a while
distaff
advise. . . prevent
fear
place
thunders and lightning
began to fall
run
mend your shoes
moon
run
talk, complain
twice
Ere
act follishly
business, talk
hasten
drown
will be
command
dunghill (privy)
i.e., accept your punishment
to = until
unless
whole, contented
serving
pottage (i.e., were I a widow)
dole (i.e., gladly pay)
fear (doubt)
in this place (in the audience)
lead
our lord (i.e., Noah)
splits
liver and lung
wedded men
lie below
stop
black and blue
peril
disease
children
attend, go
stars (planets)
waves. . . wild
steersman
rule . . . race, rush of water
promised
tend to the tiller
floated
pain
travail
time to lose
at the same time
know
true
ceased
gone away
cruel
prove, test
delay
hand, palm
come to us
Armenia
ordain
high
prevent me (from seeing)
knows how
tenth month
bet
ere noon
readiness (without delay)
prey (something to fetch)
flown
various countries
kneeling
possession
waning
ruling
truly
until
hungered
always
And = if
happen
unto
turtle dove
true
look, look!
new things
by God
called
blessed
trust
knew
is it
since
plumb
fixed
together
Noah
grief. . . sorrow
dreadful great woe
neither
neither tree nor bough
great condition
taken away . . . flood
moved
death
put
i.e., gone to Hell
come
Unless
be mindful of their distress
in evil (times) is a blessing
high
provide
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