Ȝe are holden to ben here socour.
Non wiþ wrong oþer mysbede:
For-þy god made ȝow gouernour,
In goddis ryȝt to deme þe dede.
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¶ Lordis þat han castels and toures,
Alle folk stonden of ȝow awe.
Þe puple is goddis, and noȝt ȝoures.
Þey paye ȝoure rente, to gouerne lawe.
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Let no man here ryȝt wiþdrawe,
Body ne catell hem mysbede.
Who doþ so, god sayþ in sawe,
He shal haue heuene for þat dede.
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¶ Þe lord þat wole haue good loos,
Stonde fast in trouþe, waxe not faynt.
Let trouþe gon out of cloos,
Þat alle folk may here his playnt.
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Let treson be shamely ataynt,
Graunte hem no mercy, ne take no mede;
For mede wiþ poyson sotyly is maynt;
Mercy myȝt cherische hem in here dede.
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¶ Ȝif a man wolde þe ouertylt,
Caste þy deþ for to kille,
Let not a-noþer byȝe his gylt,
Þat [folio 112b] neuere in dede dede þe ylle.
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Dampne no man for non euyl wille
To do þe gylteles blod to blede.
Sette ȝoure domes in euene skille;
In drede of god, ȝe deme ȝoure dede.
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¶ Who skorneþ hem þat telleþ hem wit,
Is rebell to god, þat repreueþ reson;
Þat loueþ hym most, þat hateþ hit,
Aȝenst goddis counseill cast a-cheson;
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