| | And yet god woot of hir I knowe no vice | |
| 280 | But for thou canst not as in this contre | |
| | Wynne thy cost / take here ensaumple of me | |
| | This sompnour clappid at the widowis gate | |
| | Com out he sayde thou olde verry trate | |
| | I trow thou hast som preest or frere with the | |
| 285 | Who knockith said this wyf benedicite | |
| | God saue you sir what is your swete wyl | |
| | I haue quod the sompnour of the a bil | |
| | Vp on peyne of cursinge loke that you be | |
| | To morow beforn the Archedekenys kne | |
| 290 | To answere to the court of certeyn thing | |
| | Now lord quod she Ihesu crist heuene kyng | |
| | So wisly helpe me as y ne may | |
| | I haue be sik and that ful many a day | |
| | I may not go so fer quod she ne ryde | |
| 295 | But I be ded so prickith it in my syde | |
| | May I nat axe a libel sire sompnour | |
| | And answere there be my proktour | |
| | To suche thing as men wol oppose me | |
| | Yes quod the sompnour pay anon let se | |
| 300 | Twelf pens to me and I wol the quyte | |
| | I shal no prouffit haue therby but lyte | |
| | My maister hath the prouffit and not I | |
| | Com of and let me ryde hastely | |
| | Yeue me . xij . pens for I may no lenger tary | |
| 305 | Xij . pens quod she a lady sainte mary | |
| | So wisly helpe me out of care and synne | |
| | This wyde worlde though I sholde it wynne | |
