| 475 | Blassemyd hath our holy Couent eke | |
| | Now maister quod the lord I you beseke | |
| | No maister sir quod he but seruitour | |
| | Though y haue had in scole that honour | |
| | God likith not that raby men vs calle | |
| 480 | Nothir in market ne in our large halle | |
| | Ne fors quod he but tel me al your greef | |
| | Sir quod this frere in odious myschief | |
| | This day be tyd is myn ordre and me | |
| | And so per consequens in eche degre | |
| 485 | Of holy chirche god amende it sone | |
| | Sir quod the lord ye woot what is to done | |
| | Distempere you not ye be my confessour | |
| | Ye be the salt of the erthe and the sauour | |
| | For goddis loue your pacience now hold | |
| 490 | Tel me your greef and he anon hym told | |
| | As ye haue herd beforne ye woot wel what | |
| | The lady of the hous ay stylle sat | |
| | Til she hadde herd what the frere sayde | |
| | Ey goddis moder quod she the blissid mayde | |
| 495 | Is ther aught ellis tel me feithfully | |
| | Madame quod he how thinke ye ther by | |
| | How that me thinkith quod she so god me spede | |
| | I say a chorl hath do a chorlis dede | |
| | What sholde y say god let hym neuer the | |
| 500 | His sik hed is ful of vanite | |
| | I holde hym in a maner of a fransy | |
| | Madame quod he be god I shal not lye | |
| | But I in ony wyse may on hym a wreke | |
