Woffully araid,[588]
My blode, man,
For thé ran,
It may not be naid;
My body bloo and wan,
Woffully araid.
Beholde me, I pray thé, with all thi hole reson,
And be not so hard hartid, and ffor this encheson,
Sith I for thi sowle sake was slayne in good seson,
Begylde and betraide by Judas fals treson; 10