Alle ȝour wepynge moy not amende itt;
Of ȝour sorwinge therfore now ses,
And helpe he were buryed in a cley pitt.
Magdalyn. Alas! that wurde myn herte doth slytt,
That he must now in cley be grave;
I wolde sum man my throte wulde kytt,
That I with hym myght lyne in cave.
Tertius consolator. Bothe heed and ffoot now he is wounde,
In a schete bothe ffayr and clene,
Lete us bere hym streyte to that grounde,