Bot ther I trowe it schal hem faile,
To whom no merci mihte availe,
Bot wroghten upon tiraundie,
That no pite ne mihte hem plie.[938]
Opponit Confessor.
Now tell, my Sone.
Fader, what?[939]
If thou hast be coupable of that. 1120
Confessio Amantis.
Mi fader, nay, Crist me forbiede: