A tragedy of Abraham's sacrifice, written in frenchA tragedie of Abrahams sacrifice, written in french

Abraham. Alas my son, before thou leave this light And that my hand do give th'unkindly blow, Upon thy mouth let me a kiss bestow. Isaac my son, let this same arm of mine Which must thee kill, embrace this neck of thine

Abraham. Alas my sonne, before thou leaue this light And that my hand doe giue thvnkindly blowe, Upon thy mouth let me a kisse bestowe. Isac my sonne, let this same arme of mine Which must thee kil, imbrace this neck of thine

Isaac. With right good will and hearty thanks.

Isaac. With right good will and hartie thankes.

Abraham. The skies the great gods work ay glistering in our eyes Which well have seen how God (who still is true) Did me with fruit by Isaac here indew: And thou O land five times to me behight, Bear witness that my fingers do not smite This child of mine for hatred or for vengeance, ⟨p. 42⟩But only for to yield my dew obeisance, To that great God which hath created me, And all the things that live or move or be: Who saves the good that put in him their trust, And stroys the bad that serve their wicked lust. Bear witness that I faithful Abraham, Through gods great goodness still so steadfast am As notwithstanding all that humane wit Can say or think, to make me now to flit: In one belief I ever do remain, That not one word of God doth happen vain. But now my hand, high time it is that thou Do gather strength to execute thy vow. Here the knife falls out of his hand. That by thy killing of mine only son, Thy deadly stroke may through my hart eke run,

Abraham. Ye skyes the great gods woork ay glistring in our eyes Which well haue seene how God (who still is trew) Did me with frute by Isaac here indew: And thou O land fiue times to me behight, Beare witnesse that my fingers doo not smight This child of mine for hatred or for vengance,