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Here spak Mercy

Thus til her fader sho began

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To pray him for synful man:
“Dere fader, kyng of myȝtes mast,
Thi doghter y am, wele thou wast,
Ful of myknes, swetnes, and pite;
Dere fader, all thes haue y of the.
Now here my praier for this prison,
That he may be put til his raunson.
His enemys with thair falshede
Has put him to so gret nede
That he may neuer saued be
Bot thurgh mercy and gret pite.
Thair falshed may gretly letted be,
And that prison be ȝolden to me.
Dere fader, mercyful is thi name,
And y thin eldest doghter ame;
That y were thi doghter, myȝt y neuer say,
Bot y wald euer for sinful man pray.
Thi mercy thurgh riȝt sall he haue,
And thi gret mercy sal him saue.
I sal euer crie mercy to the,
Til that wreched prison deliuerd be.
Dere fader, my praier may noȝt be lette,
For y am ouer all thi werkes to-sette.”