Let be your rule, seid litulle Jon,
For his luf that dyed on tre,
Ze that shulde be duzty men
Hit is gret shame to se.
Oure maister has bene hard bystode,
And zet scapyd away
Pluk up your hertes and leve this mone,
And herkyn what I shal say. {376}
He has seruyd our lady many a day,
And zet wil securly,