I xal this daggare putt in his croppe,
I xal hem kylle or he xal me.
Phariseus. Grett Goddys curse mut go with the,
With suche a shrewe wylle I not melle.
Juvenis. That same blyssynge I ȝyff ȝow thre,
And qwhethe ȝow alle to the devyl of helle;
In feyth I was so sore affrayd
Of ȝone thre shrewys, the sothe to say,
My breche be nott ȝett welle up teyd,
I had such hast to renne away: