¶ Allas Custance / thou hast no champion
Ne fighte kanstow noght so weylaway
But he / that starf for our redempcion
And boond Sathan / and yet lith ther he lay
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So be / thy stronge champion this day
ffor but if crist open myracle kithe
Withouten gilt thou shalt be slayn as swithe
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She sit hire doun on knees / and thus she sayde
Immortal god / that sauedest Susanne
ffro fals blame / and thou merciful mayde
Mary I meene / doghter to Seint Anne
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Bifore whos child / Angeles synge Osanne
If I be giltlees / of this felonye
My socour be / or ellis shal I dye
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Haue ye nat seyn / som tyme a pale face
Among a prees / of hym þat hath be lad
Toward his deeth / wher as hym gat no grace
And swich a colour / in his face hath had
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Men myghte knowe / his face that was bistad
Amonges alle the faces / in that route
So stant Custance / and looketh hire aboute
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O Queenes / lyuynge in prosperitee
Duchesses / and ladyes euerichone
Haueth som routhe / on hire Aduersitee
An Emperours doghter / stant allone
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She hath no wight / to whom to make hir mone
O blood roial / that stondest in this drede
ffer been thy freendes / at thy grete nede
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This Alla kyng hath swich compassioun [folio 61a]
As gentil herte / is fulfild of pitee
That from hise eyen / ran the water doun
Now hastily / do fecche a book quod he
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