_Justicia._ Mercy, me mervelyth what ȝow movyth, ȝe know wel I am ȝour syster Ryghtwysnes, God is ryghtfful and ryghtffulnes lovyth, Man offendyd hym that is endles, Therfore his endles punchement may nevyr sees; Also he forsoke his makere that made hym of clay, And the devyl to his mayster he ches, Xulde he be savyd? nay! nay! nay! As wyse as is God he wolde a be, This was the abhomynabyl presumpcion, It is seyd, ȝe know wel this of me, That the ryghtwysnes of God hath no diffynicion. Therffore late this be oure conclusyon, He that sore synnyd ly stylle in sorwe, He may nevyr make a subtyl resone, Whoo myght thanne thens hym borwe. _Misericordia._ Syster Ryghtwysnes, ȝe are to vengeabyl, Endles synne God endles may restore, Above alle hese werkys, God is mercyabyl, Thow he forsook God be synne, be feyth he forsook hym never the more. And thow he presumyd nevyr so sore, ȝe must consyder the frelnes of mankende, Lerne and ȝe lyst, this is Goddys lore, The mercy of God is withowtyn ende. _Pax._ To spare ȝour speches, systeres, it syt, It is not onest in vertuys to ben dyscencion, The pes of God ovyrcomyth alle wytt, Thou Trewthe and Ryght sey grett reson. ȝett Mercy seyth best to my pleson, ffor yf mannys sowle xulde abyde in helle, Betwen God and man evyr xulde be dyvysyon, And than myght not I Pes dwelle. Therefore me semyth best ȝe thus acorde, Than hefne and erthe ȝe xul qweme, Putt bothe ȝour sentens in oure Lorde, And in his hyȝ wysdam lete hym deme. This is most fyttynge me xulde seme, And lete se how we ffowre may alle abyde, That mannys sowle it xulde perysche it wore sweme, Or that ony of us ffro othere xulde dyvyde. _Veritas._ In trowthe hereto I consente, I wole prey oure lorde it may so be. _Justicia._ I Ryghtwysnes am wele contente, ffor in hym is very equyté. _Misericordia._ And I Mercy ffro this counsel wole not fle, Tyl wysdam hath seyd I xal ses. _Pax._ Here is God now, here is unyté, Hefne and erthe is plesyd with pes. _ffilius._ I thynke the thoughtys of Pes and nowth of wykkydnes, This I deme to ses ȝour contraversy, If Adam had not deyd, peryschyd had Ryghtwysnes, And also Trewthe had be lost therby. Trewth and Ryght wolde chastyse ffoly, ȝiff another deth come not, Mercy xulde perysche, Than Pes were exyled ffynyaly, So tweyn dethis must be ȝow fowre to cherysche, But he that xal deye ȝe must knawe, That in hym may ben non iniquyté, That helle may holde hym be no lawe, But that he may pas at hese lyberté. Qwere swyche on his prevyde and se, And hese deth for mannys dethe xal be redempcion, Alle hefne and erthe seke now ȝe, Plesyth it ȝow this conclusyon.