| | And vp the streng he pullith to his here | |
| 360 | And with an arow he slough the child there | |
| | Now wethir haue I a siker hond or none | |
| | Quod he is al my might and mynde a goon | |
| | Hath wyn bereued me myn yen sight | |
| | What sholde I telle the answer of the knyght | |
| 365 | His sone was sleyn ther is no more to say | |
| | Beth ware therfore with lordis for to play | |
| | Syngeth Placebo and I shal yf I can | |
| | But yf it be vnto a poure man | |
| | To a poure man men sholde his vicis telle | |
| 370 | But not to a lord though he sholde go to helle | |
| | L | O Irus turrus that strong percien | |
| | How destroyde he the ryuer of gysen | |
| | For that an hors of his was dreynt ther ynne | |
| | Whan that he wente Babilon for to wynne | |
| 375 | He made that the ryuer was so smal | |
| | That men mighte ride and wade ouer al | |
| | Lo what sayde he that so wel teche can | |
| | Ne be no felow to an yrous man | |
| | Ne with no wood man walke by the way | |
| 380 | Lest thou repente I wol no forther say | |
| | Now Thomas leue brother leef thyn Ire | |
| | Thou shalt me fynde as iust as a squiere | |
| | Hold nat the deuylis knyf ay in thy herte | |
| | Thy anger doth me alto sore smerte | |
| 385 | But shew to me al thy confession | |
| | Nay quod the sik man be saint Symon | |
| | I haue be shriue this day of my curat | |
