On me thou shewe the trowthe this day. (Modo bibit.)
About this awtere I take the way,
O gracyous God! help thi servaunt,
As I am gyltles aȝen ȝon may,
Thin hand of mercy this tyme me graunt!
Den. This olde shrewe may not wele gon,
Longe he taryeth to go abowth;
Lyfte up thi feet, sett forthe thi ton,
Or be my trewthe thou getyst a clowte!
Secundus detractor. Now, sere evyl Thedom, com to thi snowte!