LUCIFER

¶ How mine own boy I am glad that thou art here, ‡Nay y u art even he of who ̄ I am well apaid. ¶ Why so my boy as though thou didst never see me? ¶ O my good boy he not afraid, For no such thing hath happened as thou hast said. But come to me my boy and bless thee I will, And see that my precepts thou do fulfil. ¶ Well boy it shall not greatly skill: Whither thou stand or whither thou kneel. thou knowest what sciences I have thee taught, Which are able to bring the world to nought, For thou knowest that through pride from heaven I was cast: Even unto hell wherefore see thou make haste. Such pride through new fashions in men's hearts for to sow. that those that use it may have the Like overthrown. From virtue procure men to set their minds aside: And wholly employ it to all sin and pride. Let thy new fangled fashions bear such a sway: That a rascal be as proud as he that best may. † I can thee thank that so well thou hast played thy partly, Such as do so shall soon seel the smart. Sith that thou hast thus done, there remains behind, that thou in another thing show thy right kind. ¶ Thou knowest that I am both proud and arrogant, And with the proud I will ever be conversant. I cannot abide to see men that are vicious, Accompany themselves with such as be virtuous. Wherefore my mind is sith thou thy partly canst play, that thou adjoin Like to Like always. ¶ What my boy? ¶ Nay my mind is sith thou thy partly canst play: that thou adjoin Like to Like always. ¶ I will give thee thanks when thou hast so done. ¶ And good tom collier thou art welcome to me, he takes him by the hand ¶ Like will to Like I see very well, ¶ I am content so that tom colier do agree, ¶ Tom Colier of Croidon hath sold his coal, ¶ Why then farewell my gentle friend tom. ¶ thou art mine own boy, my blessing thou shalt have, ¶ But thou shalt salute me or I go doubtless, that in thy doings thou mayest have the better success. Wherefore kneel down and say after me, ¶ I will exalt thee above the clouds, ¶ Thou art the inhauncer of my renown, ¶ To thee be honour alone, * Amen. ¶ Now farewell my boy, farewell heartily, ¶ Ho, ho, ho, mine own boy make no more delay, But leap upon my back straight way. ¶ Tush for that do thou not force, Leap up I say, leap up quickly. ¶ All hail O noble Prince of hell,