'Now in the grece of heuin,' said he,

'Your excercyse begyn;

'There is no grece nor happynesse

For my poor babyis soulis

Until you trye that weirdlye wytch,

And roste hir on the colis.

'If this be scho,' the Byschope saide,

'This beauteous cumlye may,

It is meite I try hir all alone

To heire quhat scho will saye.'