_Accusatur._ ȝe tary ovyr longe, seres, I sey ȝow, They wyl sone parte, as that I gesse; Therfore if ȝe wyl have ȝour pray now, Lete us go take them in here whantownnesse. _Phariseus._ Goo thou beforn the wey to dresse, We xal the ffolwe within short whyle; Iff that we may that quene dystresse, I hope we xal Jhesu begyle. _Scriba._ Breke up the dore, and go we inne, Sett to the shuldyr with alle thi myght; We xal hem take evyn in here synne, Here owyn trespas shal them indite. _Hic juvenis quidam extra currit indeploydo, calligis non ligatis, et braccas in manu tenens, et dicit accusator_, _Accusator._ Stow that harlot sum erthely wyght, That in advowtrye here is ffownde. _Juvenis._ ȝiff any man stow me this nyth, I xal hym ȝeve a dedly wownde. If any man my wey doth stoppe Or we departe, ded xal I be; I xal this daggare putt in his croppe, I xal hem kylle or he xal me. _Phariseus._ Grett Goddys curse mut go with the, With suche a shrewe wylle I not melle. _Juvenis._ That same blyssynge I ȝyff ȝow thre, And qwhethe ȝow alle to the devyl of helle; In feyth I was so sore affrayd Of ȝone thre shrewys, the sothe to say, My breche be nott ȝett welle up teyd, I had such hast to renne away: Thei xal nevyr cacche me in suche affray, — I am fulle glad that I am gon. Adewe! adewe! a xx.ᵗⁱ devyl way, And Goddys curse have ȝe everychon. _Scriba._ Come forthe, thou stotte! com forthe, thou scowte! Come forthe, thou bysmare and brothel bolde! Come fforthe, thou hore, and stynkynge byche clowte! How longe hast thou suche harlotry holde? _Phariseus._ Come forth, thou quene! come forthe, thou scolde! Com forth, thou sloveyn! com forthe, thou slutte! We xal the teche with carys colde, A lytyl bettyr to kepe thi kutte. _Mulyer._ A! mercy, mercy, seres, I ȝow pray, ffor Goddys love have mercy on me! Of my myslevynge me not bewray, Have mercy on me, for charyté! _Accusator._ Aske us no mercy, it xal not be; We xul so ordeyn ffor thi lot, That thou xalt dye ffor thin advowtrye; Therfore come forthe, thou stynkynge stott! _Mulier._ Seres, my wurchepp if ȝe wyl save, And helpe I have non opyn shame; Bothe gold and sylvyr ȝe xul have, So that in clennes ȝe kepe my name. _Scriba._ Mede ffor to take, we were to blame, To save suche stottys, it xal not be; We xal brynge the to such a game, That alle advowtereres xul lern be the. _Mulier._ Stondynge ȝe wyl not graunt me grace, But for my synne that I xal dye; I pray ȝow kylle me here in this place, And lete not the pepyl upon me crye. If I be sclaundryd opynly, To alle my frendys it xal be shame: I pray ȝow kylle me prevyly, Lete not the pepyl knowe my defame!