¶ Sleuthe of gode, þou foule pouke, [636. pouke puck, devel. stroupe gutter. weysaunt jetzt weasand wesand = the wind-pipe, trachea.]
þou shalt haue my lodly bouke,
Boþe my weysaunt and my stroupe,
Into þi throte;
If þou mowe bere it awey,: it wile do þe note.' [ 640.]
þe pope to his frendes gan crauen
Tweie wilde hors now wolde hauen,
'Mi sinful body forto drawen
al wiþ skille,
and let hem go wiþ oute ledyng: at here freo wille! [ 645.]
¶ Com forþ, quellere, it is no bote
aȝein þese deoueles forto mote. [647. mote debate.]
Me thinkeþ þese peynes arn̄ wel sote
ffor my synnynge.
I ȝeue myn heued to coueityse: for my lernynge, [ 650.]
wiþ mouþ þat I on him low,
and þe tonge þat me to him drow,
and wiþ eres þat herde him wel ynow,
þat foule shrewe!
and make myn heued to þi sopere: al in a sewe!' [ 655.]
¶ Als he sholde smyte of his heuede, [f. 124.]
an angel bad it sholde beo leuede.
þe queller was þer of adreuede [658. a dreued von dreven trouble, disturb.]
al in þat stounde,
ffor þe light þat he seye þere: he fel to grounde. [ 660.]
þan com̄ þe quen̄ of heuene, þat was so bright,
And wiþ hire angels of mykel myghte.
þe sonne shon and ȝaf hire lyghte,
þat er was merke.
Euery deouel on oþer drow: frowarde þat clerk. [ 665]
An angel bet hem alle wel sore.
'what haue ȝe wonnen for ȝoure lore?
Loke þat ȝe come namore
at þis chapel!
ffor my lady, queen of heuene,: loueþ it wel.' [ 670.]
¶ Oure lady seide: 'for þe sorwe þat þou art inne,
Clerk, forȝiuen is þi synne.
þe blisse of heuene þou shalte wynne,
To dwelle in ay,
ffor seint Peter him selue shal berie þe: þis ilke day.' [ 675.]