Myn herte gynnyth ogyl and quake for fer,
There is sum newe sorwe sprongyn I dowte.
Tertius Princeps. Ya that there is, sothly, I say yow,
The prophetis moder Mary is ded;
The disciplis here beryn in gret aray now,
And makyn alle this merthe in spyth of oure hed.
Episcopus. ffy on you, lousy doggys, they were better nay;
Outh, harrow! the devyl is in myn hed.
Ye dodemusyd prynces faste yow aray,
Or I make avow to Mahound youre bodyes schul blede.