& sayde softely to hir self “þis vn-sau{er}e[42] hyne Loueȝ no salt i{n} her sauce ȝet hit no skyl were Þat oþ{er} burne be boute þaȝ boþe be nyse.” 824 [Sidenote: Lot’s wife disregards the injunction.] Þe{n}ne ho sau{er}eȝ w{i}t{h} salt her seueȝ vchone Agayne þe bone of þe burne þat hit forboden hade, & als ho scelt he{m} i{n} scorne þat wel her skyl knewen. Why watȝ ho wrech so wod, ho wrathed oure lorde! 828 [Sidenote: [Fol. 68b.]] [Sidenote: The guests are well entertained.] Þe{n}ne seten þay at þe soper, wern serued by-lyue, Þe gest{es} gay & ful glad, of glam debonere, Welawy{n}nely wlonk tyl þay waschen hade, Þe trest{es} tylt to þe woȝe & þe table boþe. 832 [Headnote: LOT’S HOUSE IS BESET.] [Sidenote: But before they go to rest the city is up in arms.] Fro þe seggeȝ haden souped & seten bot a whyle, Er eu{er} þay bosked to bedde þe borȝ watȝ al vp; Alle þat weppen myȝt welde, þe wakker & þe stronger, To vmbe-lyȝe lotheȝ ho{us} þe ledeȝ to take, 836 In grete flokkeȝ of folk, þay fallen to his ȝateȝ, As a scowte-wach scarred, so þe asscry rysed; [Sidenote: With “keen clubs” the folk clatter on the walls, and demand that Lot should deliver up his guests.] W{i}t{h} kene clobbeȝ of þat clos þay clatȝ on þe woweȝ, & wyth a schrylle scharp schout þay schewe þyse worde: 840 “If þ{o}u louyeȝ þy lyf loth i{n} þyse woneȝ Ȝete v{us} out þose ȝong men þat ȝore-whyle here entred, Þat we may lere hym[43] of lof, as oure lyst biddeȝ, As is þe asyse of Sodomas to seggeȝ þ{a}t passen.” 844 Whatt! þay sputen & speken of so spito{us} fylþe, What! þay ȝeȝed & ȝolped of ȝestande sorȝe, [Sidenote: The wind yet stinks with their filthy speech.] Þat ȝet þe wynd, & þe weder, & þe worlde stynk{es} Of þe brych þat vp-braydeȝ þose broþelych wordeȝ. 848 Þe god man glyfte w{i}t{h} þ{a}t glam & gloped for noyse, So scharpe schame to hy{m} schot, he schrank at þe hert, For he knew þe costou{m} þat kyþed þose wrecheȝ, He doted neu{er} for no doel so depe i{n} his my{n}de. 852 [Sidenote: Lot is in great trouble.] Allas! sayd hy{m} þe{n}ne loth, & lyȝtly he ryseȝ & boweȝ forth fro þe bench i{n}-to þe brode ȝat{es}. What! he wonded no woþe of wekked knaueȝ, Þat he ne passed þe port þe p{er}il[44] to abide. 856 [Sidenote: He leaves his guests and addresses the Sodomites.] He went forthe at þe wyket & waft hit hy{m} aft{er}, Þat a clyket hit cleȝt clos hy{m} byhynde. Þe{n}ne he meled to þo men mesurable wordeȝ, For harloteȝ w{i}t{h} his hendelayk he hoped to chast; 860 “Oo! my frendeȝ so fre, yo{ur} fare is to strange, Dotȝ away yo{ur} derf dyn & dereȝ neu{er} my gest{es}, Avoy! hit is yo{ur} vylaynye, ȝe vylen yo{ur} seluen; &[45] ȝe ar iolyf gentylmen yo{ur} iapes ar ille.