What was his will, or who he there would haue?
The frier low lowting, crossing with his hand,
“T’speak with Contrition (quoth he) I would craue.”
“Father (quoth peace) your comming is in vaine,
For him of late hypocrisie hath slaine.”
105.
“God shield:” (quoth he) and turning vp the eyes,
“To former health I hope him to restore,
For in my skill his sound recouerie lies,
Doubt not thereof if setting God before:”