Misericordia. I, Mercy, have ronne the hevynly regyon rownde,
And ther is non of that charyté,
That ffor man wole suffre a deddly wounde,
I cannott wete how this xal be.
Justicia. Sure I can fynde non sufficyent,
ffor servauntys unprofytable we be eche one,
Hes love nedyth to be ful ardent,
That for man to helle wolde gon.
Pax. That God may do is non but on,
Therfore this is be hys avyse,