Wherof that he hath lost his lif,
And sche sori for everemo.
Confessor.
Forthi, my Sone, er thee be wo,
I rede, be wel war therfore;
For whan so gret a man was lore, 2310
It oghte yive a gret conceipte
To warne alle othre of such deceipte.
Amans.
Grant mercy, fader, I am war