Þe kirke shal haue my caroigne and kepe my bones, 85

For of my corne and catel he craued þe tythe;

I payed it hym prestly, for peril of my soule,

Forthy is he holden, I hope, to haue me in his masse,

And mengen in his memorye amonge alle Crystene.

My wyf shal haue of þat I wan with treuthe, and nomore, 90

And dele amonge my douȝtres and my dere children;

For þowgh I deye todaye, my dettes ar quitte;

I bare home þat I borwed, ar I to bedde ȝede.

And with þe residue and þe remenaunte, bi þe rode of Lukes!