But, alas! we byden in drede,
It is to late to aske mercye.
Deus. Venite benedicti,
My bretheryn alle,
Patris mei
ȝe childeryn dere;
Come hedyr to me to myn hyȝ halle,
Alle tho myn suterys and servauntes be;
Alle tho ffowle wyrmys ffrom ȝow falle,
With my ryght hand I blysse ȝow here.