Nor thurhe clowyng, your flesshe loke yee nat Rent;
Lene to no poste whils that ye stande present
Byfore your lorde, nor handylle ye no thyng
Als for that tyme vnto the hovs touching.
¶ At euery tyme obeye vnto youre lorde
Whenne yee answere, ellis stonde yee styl as stone
But yf he speke; loke withe oon accorde
That yf yee se komme Inne eny persone
Better thanne yee, that yee goo bak anoone
And gyff him place; youre bak eke in no way