We xal the teche with carys colde,
A lytyl bettyr to kepe thi kutte.
Mulyer. A! mercy, mercy, seres, I ȝow pray,
ffor Goddys love have mercy on me!
Of my myslevynge me not bewray,
Have mercy on me, for charyté!
Accusator. Aske us no mercy, it xal not be;
We xul so ordeyn ffor thi lot,
That thou xalt dye ffor thin advowtrye;
Therfore come forthe, thou stynkynge stott!