| | Of one she knoweth not the condicion | |
| | Husbondis been alle gode and haue be yore | |
| 175 | That knowe wyuys I dar say nomore | |
| | Fadir she sayde thy wrecchid child custaunce | |
| | Thy yonge doughter fostred vp so softe | |
| | That most you loueth with obeissaunce | |
| | Ouir alle thing out take crist on lofte | |
| 180 | Custaunce your child her recomaundith ofte | |
| | Vnto your grace for I shal to surrye | |
| | Ne shal I neuer se you more with ye | |
| | Allas vnto the barbarik nacion | |
| | I muste anon acordyng to your wil | |
| 185 | But crist that deyde for our redempcion | |
| | So yeue me grace his hestis to fulfille | |
| | I wrecchid womman no fors though I spylle | |
| | Wommen are born to thraldom & to penaunce | |
| | And to be vnder mannys gouernaunce | |
| 190 | I trow at troye whan Turnus brac the wal | |
| | Of Ilion nor brent was Thebes the Cyte | |
| | Ne Rome for the sege of hanybal | |
| | That Romayns hadde venguysshed tymes thre | |
| | Nas herd such tender wepynge for pyte | |
| 195 | As was in the chambir for her departynge | |
| | But forth she moot whether she wepe or synge | |
| | O frosty mornynge cruel firmament | |
| | With thy dyurnal whele that crowdest ay | |
| | And hurtelist al fro este to occidente | |
| 200 | That naturelly wolde holde another wey | |
| | Thy crowdyng set the heuen in such aray | |
