| | If ony Iudas in your couent be | |
| | Remeuyth hym betymes I you rede | |
| 290 | Yf shame or los causyn ony drede | |
| | And be no thing displesid I you pray | |
| | But in this caas herkyn what I say | |
| | I | N london was a preest annueler | |
| | That there ynne hadde duelt many a yeer | |
| 295 | Whiche was so plesaunt and so sernisable | |
| | Vnto the wyf where as he was at table | |
| | That she wolde suffre hym no thing to pay | |
| | For bord ne clothing wente he neuer so gay | |
| | And spending siluer hadde he right ynow | |
| 300 | Wherof no force I wol procede as now | |
| | And telle my tale forth of the chanon | |
| | That broughte this prest to confusion | |
| | This fals Chanon cam vp on a day | |
| | Vnto the prestis chambir where he lay | |
| 305 | Beseching hym to lene hym a certeyne | |
| | Of gold and he wolde quyte hym ageyn | |
| | Lene me a mark quod he but dayes thre | |
| | At my day I wyl sauns fayle quyte it the | |
| | And yf so be thou fynde me thenne fals | |
| 310 | Anothir day hange me by the hals | |
| | This prest hym took a mark and þt as blithe | |
| | And this chauon hym thankid ofte sithe | |
| | And took his leue and went forth his wey | |
| | And atte thridde day broughte his money | |
| 315 | And to this prest he took this gold agayn | |
| | Wherof this preest was wonder glad & fayn | |
