| | Ey be goddis precyous herte & be his naylis | |
| | And be his blood that is in haylis | |
| 325 | Seuyn is my chaunce and thyn is fyue & thre | |
| | Ey goddis armys yf thou falsly pley with me | |
| | This daggar shal thorow thyn herte go | |
| | This fruyt comyth of the bicchid bonys two | |
| | Forsweringe Ire falsnes and homicide | |
| 330 | Now for the loue of crist that for vs dide | |
| | Leuith your othis bothe grete and smale | |
| | For cristis sake and herkenyth my tale | |
| | Thyse ryotouris thre of whiche I telle | |
| | Longe or to pryme were ronge ony belle | |
| 335 | Were set hem in a tauerne to drynke | |
| | And as they sat they herde a belle clynke | |
| | Before a cors was caried to his graue | |
| | That on of hem gan calle to his knaue | |
| | Go bet quod he and axe redily | |
| 340 | What cors is this that passith forth by | |
| | And loke that thou reporte his name wel | |
| | Sire quod the boy it nedith neuer a deel | |
| | It was me told or ye cam here two houris | |
| | He was parde an old felow of youris | |
| 345 | Al sodenly was he sleyn to nyght | |
| | For dronke as he sat on his bench vpright | |
| | Ther cam a pryue theef men clepe deth | |
| | That in this contre al pepil sleth | |
| | And with his sper he smot his herte in two | |
| 350 | And wente his wey with oute wordis mo | |
| | And maistir er ye come in his presence | |
