Animæ dampnandum. Ha! ha! mercy, mercy, we crye and crave,
A! mercy, Lorde, for oure mysdede!
A! mercy, mercy, we rubbe! we rave!
A! help us, good Lord, in this nede!
Deus. How wolde ȝe, wrecchis, any mercy have?
Why aske ȝe mercy now in this nede?
What have ȝe wrought ȝour sowle to save?
To whom have ȝe don any mercyful dede,
Mercy for to wynne?
Primus diabolus. Mercy? nay, nay, they xul have wrake,