Go hom ageyn and walke at large:
Loke that thou leve in honesté,
And wyl no more to synne, I the charge.
Mulier. I thanke ȝow hyȝly, holy prophete,
Of this grett grace ȝe have me graunt;
Alle my lewde lyff I xal doun lete,
And ffonde to be Goddys trewe servaunt.
Jhesus. What man of synne be repentaunt,
Of God if he wyl mercy crave,
God of mercy is so habundawnt,