840 | Wel may men seen it is but goddis grace | |
| Who yaf Iudith corage or hardinesse | |
| To sle Olofernes in his tent | |
| And to deliueren out of wrecchidnesse | |
| The pepyl of god I say to this entent | |
845 | That right as god spirit and vigour sent | |
| To hem and saued out of myschaunce | |
| He sente strengthe & vigour vnto Custance | |
| Forth goth her ship thorow out þe naroue mouth | |
| Of Iubalter and septe driuyng ay | |
850 | Som tyme west and som tyme north & south | |
| And somtyme est ful meny a wery way | |
| Til cristis moder y blissid be she ay | |
| Hath shapen thorow her endlees goodnesse | |
| To make an ende of al her heuynesse | |
855 | Now lete vs stynte of Custance but a throw | |
| And speke of Romayns the Emperour | |
| That out of Rome hath be lettris knowe | |
| The slaughter of cristen folk and dishonour | |
| Doon vnto his doughter be a fals traytour | |
860 | I mene the cursid and wickyd sowdonnesse | |
| That at the feste leet sle bothe more and lesse | |
| For whiche this Emperour hath sent anon | |
| His senatour with ryal ordenaunce | |
| And othir lordis god woot meny on | |
865 | On surryens to take high vengeaunce | |
| They brenne & sle & brynge hem to myschaunce | |
| Ful meny a day but shortly this is the ende | |
| Homward to Rome they shapen hem to wende | |