[Sidenote: The lord of the feast goes among his guests.] Now i{n}-myddeȝ þe mete þe mayst{er} hym biþoȝt, Þat he wolde se þe semblé þ{a}t samned was þ{er}e, & re-hayte rekenly þe riche & þe pou{er}en,[8] & cherisch hem alle w{i}t{h} his cher, & chaufen her Ioye, 128 Þen he boweȝ fro his bour i{n} to þe brode halle, [Sidenote: Bids them be merry.] & to þe best on þe bench, & bede hy{m} be myry, Solased hem w{i}t{h} semblau{n}t & syled fyrre; Tron fro table to table & talkede ay myrþe, 132 [Sidenote: On the floor he finds one not arrayed for a holyday.] Bot as he ferked ou{er} þe flor he fande w{i}t{h} his yȝe, Hit watȝ not for a haly day honestly arayed, A þral þryȝt i{n} þe þrong vnþryuandely cloþed, Ne no festiual frok, bot fyled with werkkeȝ. 136 Þe gome watȝ vn-garnyst w{i}t{h} god me{n} to dele, & gremed þ{er}-w{i}t{h} þe grete lord & greue hy{m} he þoȝt; [Sidenote: Asks him how he obtained entrance, and how he was so bold as to appear in such rags.] “Say me, frende,” q{uod} þe freke w{i}t{h} a felle chere, “Hov wan þ{o}u into þis won i{n} wedeȝ so fowle? 140 Þe abyt þat þ{o}u hatȝ vpon, no haly day hit menskeȝ; Þ{o}u burne for no brydale art busked i{n} wedeȝ! How watȝ þ{o}u hardy þis ho{us} for þyn vnhap [to] neȝe, I{n} on so ratted a robe & rent at þe sydeȝ? 144 [Sidenote: [Fol. 59a.]] Þow art a gome vn-goderly i{n} þat gou{n} febele; Þ{o}u praysed me & my place ful pou{er} & ful [g]nede, [Sidenote: Does he take him to be a harlot?] Þat watȝ so prest to aproche my p{re}sens here-i{n}ne; Hopeȝ þ{o}u I be a harlot þi erigant to prayse?” 148 Þat oþ{er} burne watȝ abayst of his broþe wordeȝ, [Sidenote: The man becomes discomfited.] & hurkeleȝ dou{n} with his hede, þe vrþe he bi-holdeȝ; He watȝ so scou{m}fit of his scylle, lest he skaþe hent, [Sidenote: He is unable to reply.] Þat he ne wyst on worde what he warp schulde. 152 [Sidenote: The lord commands him to be bound, and cast into a deep dungeon.] Þe{n} þe lorde wonder loude laled & cryed, & talkeȝ to his tormentto{ur}eȝ: “takeȝ hym,” he biddeȝ, “Byndeȝ byhynde, at his bak, boþe two his handeȝ, & felle fett{er}eȝ to his fete festeneȝ bylyue; 156 Stik hym stifly i{n} stokeȝ, & stekeȝ hy{m} þ{er}-aft{er} Depe i{n} my dou{n}gou{n} þ{er} doel eu{er} dwelleȝ, Greui{n}g, & grety{n}g, & gryspy{n}g harde Of teþe tenfully to-geder, to teche hy{m} be quoy{n}t.” 160 [Sidenote: This feast is likened to the kingdom of heaven, to which all are invited.] Thus comparisu{n}eȝ kryst þe kyndom of heueñ, To þis frelych feste þat fele arn to called, For alle arn laþed luflyly, þe luþ{er} & þe bett{er}, Þat eu{er} wern fulȝed i{n} font þat fest to haue. 164 [Sidenote: See that thy weeds are clean.]