The wreche was hard that ow the gode,
Hard for hard is gode y-nowȝ.”
Moch misanter that for him bidde
Pater noster other crede;
Bot let him hab as he didde,
For of the ȝift nath he no mede.
Ic red up no man thou hab triste.
No uppon non other;
Ok del hit with ȝure owen fist,
Trist to soster no brother.