| | At boleyne haue I kept hem priuely | |
| 1070 | Take hem ayeen for now maist thou nat sey | |
| | That thou hast lorn none of thy childryn twey | |
| | And folk that othir wyse haue sayd by me | |
| | I warne hem wel that I haue don this dede | |
| | For no malice ne for no cruelte | |
| 1075 | But forto assay in the thy womanhede | |
| | And nat to sle my childryn god forbede | |
| | But forto kepe hem priuely and stille | |
| | Til I thy purpos knew and al thy wylle | |
| | When she this herde in swonnyng doun she fallith | |
| 1080 | For pitous ioye and aftir her swonnyng | |
| | She to her bothe here yonge childryn callith | |
| | And in her armys ful petously wepynge | |
| | Enbraced hem and tenderly kissinge | |
| | Ful lik a modir with hir salt teris | |
| 1085 | She badith bothe her visage and her eris | |
| | O whiche a pitous thing it was to se | |
| | Her swonnynge and her pitous vois to here | |
| | Graunt mercy lorde / god thanke it you qd she | |
| | That ye haue saued me my childryn dere | |
| 1090 | Now recke I neuyr to be ded euyn here | |
| | Sith y stonde in your loue and in your grace | |
| | No doute of deth ne whan my spirit pace | |
| | O tender o dere o yonge childryn myn | |
| | Your woful moder wende ful stedfastly | |
| 1095 | That cruel houndis or som foul venym | |
| | Hadde etyn you but god of his mercy | |
| | And your benigne fader so tenderly | |
