Mulier. Seres, my wurchepp if ȝe wyl save,
And helpe I have non opyn shame;
Bothe gold and sylvyr ȝe xul have,
So that in clennes ȝe kepe my name.
Scriba. Mede ffor to take, we were to blame,
To save suche stottys, it xal not be;
We xal brynge the to such a game,
That alle advowtereres xul lern be the.
Mulier. Stondynge ȝe wyl not graunt me grace,
But for my synne that I xal dye;