ffor I wyl use to ȝow wurdys pleyn,
That ȝe be so hard of herte to beleve,
That from dethe to lyve I am resyn ageyn.
Nottwithstondynge, as ȝe knowe serteyn,
To ȝow viij. sythys aperyd have I,
Be soundry tymes the trewth to seyn,
And this is the ix. tyme sothly,
Evyn and no mo.
But now sum mete
Anon doth gete,