Amonge alle ffowle fyndys to be rent and torn.
Symon. To bad a marchawnt that traytour he is,
And ffor that monye he may mornyng make;
Alas! what cawsyth hym to selle the kyng of blys?
ffor his fals wynnynge the devyl hym xal take.
Thomas. ffor his ffals treson the fendys so blake
Xal here his sowle depe down into helle pytt;
Resste xal he non have, but evyr more wake,
Brennyng in hoot fyre, in preson evyr shytt.
Thadeus. I woundyr ryght sore who that he xuld be,