And in no forfete that we ne ffalle,
Oure Lord for to dysplese.
Shem. A! dere ffadyr, God forbede
That we xulde do in ony wyse
Ony werke of synful dede,
Oure lord God that xulde agryse.
My name is Shem, ȝour son of prise,
I xal werke aftere ȝour rede,
And also, wyff, the weylle awyse,
Wykkyd werkys that thou none brede,