| | For it is cristis counsel that y sey | |
| | And yf thou telle it man thou art forlore | |
| 320 | For this vengeaunce thou shalt haue therfore | |
| | That yf thou wreye me thou shalt be wood | |
| | Nay crist forbede it for his verry blood | |
| | Quod tho this sely man I am no blabbe | |
| | Ne thogh I say I am not leef to gabbe | |
| 325 | Say what thou wilt I shal it neuyr telle | |
| | To child ne wyf be hym that harowed helle | |
| | Now Iohn quod Nicholas I wyl not lye | |
| | I haue founde hit in myn astrologye | |
| | As I haue loked in the mone bright | |
| 330 | That now a monday next at quartir nyght | |
| | Shal falle a rayn and that so wylde & wood | |
| | That half so gret was neuer noes flood | |
| | This worlde he sayde in lesse than in an hour | |
| | Shal al be dreynt so hidons is the shour | |
| 335 | Thus shal mankynde drenche and lese her lif | |
| | This Carpenter answerd allas my wyf | |
| | And shal she drenche alas my alisoun | |
| | For sorow of this he fyl almust a doun | |
| | And sayde is ther no remedy in this caas | |
| 340 | Yes forgod quod hend Nicholas | |
| | Yf thou wilt worke aftir lore and rede | |
| | Thou mayst not worke aftir thyn owen hede | |
| | For this sayth Salamon that was ful trewe | |
| | Worke al be counsel and thou shalt not rewe | |
| 345 | And yf thou worke wilt be good counsel | |
| | I vndirtake withoute mast or sayl | |
