Now that quene is ded,
The coward knytis in plate,
And the tormentours thryfe schul ye late,
ffaste, harlotys, go youre gate,
And brynge me that bychyd body, I red.
Primus Princeps. Dowte you not, sere byschop, in peyne of repref,
Ded schal don schame to that body to tho prechours.
Secundus Princeps. Sere, I schal geyne tho glaberis or gramly hem gref,
Tho teynt tretouris schul tene yif my loke on hem louris.
Tertius Princeps. To hurle wyth the harlotys me is ful lef,