“Thou had no rycht, that sall be on the seyne.”
The rewmour raiss with cairfull cry and keyne.
The bryme fyr brynt rycht braithly apon loft;
Till slepand men that walkand was nocht soft.440
The sycht with out was awfull for to se:
[In all the warld na grettar payne mycht be,]
Than thai with in, insufferit sor to duell,
That euir was wrocht, bot purgatory or hell.
A payne off hell weill ner it mycht be cauld,445
Mad folk with fyr hampryt in mony hauld.