Among hys fone:
Of Sorewe I see,
Hys veynes fle
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Fro blody bone:
¶ Tre, þou dost no treuþe,
On pilory my fruyt to pynne,
He haþ no spot of Adam synne,
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Flessche and veynes fle atwynne,
Wherfore I rede of reuþe.
III.
¶ Cros, þi bondes schul be blamed,
My gode fruyt þou hast bigyled;
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Þe fruytes modir was neuer famed,
My wombe is faire founde vnfyle[d]:
Child, why art þou noȝt aschamed
On pilory to be I-pyled,
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As grete þeuys þat were gramed,
Þat deyeden þorouȝ her werkis wylde?
¶ Blode from hede is hayled,
All to-fowled is my faire fruyte,
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Þat neuer dyd treget ne truyte
With þeuys þat loue ryot vnriȝte;
Why schal my sone be nayled?
IV.
¶ Þe grete þevys galowes were greyd,
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Þat euere to robbe ronnen ryfe;
Why schal my sone þer-on be leyde?
He noyȝed neuer man ne wyfe.
A drynk of deeþ soþely seyde,
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Cros, þou ȝeuyst [MS. ȝeuyf.] þe lord of lyfe:
Hys veynes breke with þi breyde,
My fruyte stont in stroke and stryfe:
