Alas! alas and welaway!
That evyr this game betydde.
A! dame, what thought haddyst thou?
Here may alle men this proverbe trow,
That many a man doth bete the bow,
Another man hath the brydde.
Maria. A! gracyous God, in hefne trone,
Comforte my spowse in this hard cas;
Mercyful God amend his mone,
As I dede nevyr to gret trespas.