| | Lastith the blisse of alla with Custaunce | |
| | For deth that takith of hye & lowe his rente | |
| 1045 | When passid was a yeer as I gesse | |
| | Out of this world this kyng alla is went | |
| | For whom Custaunce hath ful gret heuynesse | |
| | Now pray we to god his soule blesse | |
| | And dame Custaunce finally to say | |
| 1050 | Toward the toun of Rome goth hir way | |
| | To Rome is come this holy creature | |
| | And fyndeth her frendis there hole and sound | |
| | Now is she scapid al her auenture | |
| | And when she hir fadir hath y founde | |
| 1055 | Doun on her knees fallith to grounde | |
| | Wepynge in herte for tendernesse blithe | |
| | She herieth god a hundred thousand sithe | |
| | In vertu and in holy almes dede | |
| | They liuen alle and neuer a sonder wende | |
| 1060 | Til deth departed hem this lif they lede | |
| | And farith now wel my tale is at an ende | |
| | Now Ihesus crist that of his myght may sende | |
| | Ioye aftir woo gouerne vs in his grace | |
| | And kepe vs alle that been in this place | |
| | ¶ Here endith the man of lawis tale . | |
| | ¶ And begynneth the squyeris prolog . | |
| | O | Vr hoost in his stiroppis stondith anon | |
| | And saide godemen herkeneth euerichon | |
| | This was a thrifty tale for the nonys | |
| | Sire parissh preest quod he for goddis bonys | |
| 5 | Tel vs a tale as was thy forward yore | |
