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Hyt was onys a rychë man
Þat gretë oþys swere bygan;
For ryche men vse comunly
Sweryn grete oþys grysly.
Þys rychë man wldë nat lete
But þat he swore euer oþys grete.
An euyl toke hym on a day,
Þat he syke yn hys beddë lay;
A nyȝt, as he lay a-lone,
A womman he herdë make here mone;
Þat yche womman come hym byfore,
with a chylde yn here armys bore.
Of þe chylde þat she bare yn here armys
Al to-drawë were þe þarmys;

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Of handys, of fete, þe flessh of drawyn,
Mouþe, yȝen, & nose, were alle to-knawyn,
Bakke & sydës were al blody:
Þys womman sorful was, and sory.
Þys man for here wax sore agrysyn;
he spak, whan he was rysyn,
“what art þou womman, þat makyst swych cry?
ho haþ made þy chyld so blody?”
“Þou,” she seyd, “hast hym so shent,
And with þy oþys al to-rent.
Þus hast þou drawen my dere chylde,
with þy oþys wykked and wylde;
And þou makest me sore to grete,
þat þou þyn oþys wylt nat lete.
hys manhede, þat he toke for þe,
Þou pynyst hyt, as þou mayst se;
Þyn oþys done hym more greuesnesse
þan alle þe Iewys wykkednesse.
Þey pyned hym onys, & passed a-way,
But, þou, pynest hym euery day.
Þe pyne, he suffred for þy gode,
And þou vpbreydyst hym of þe rode;
Alle hys flessh, þan þou teryst,
whan þou falsly by hym swerest;
And y am euer so [in] mynde
For to pray for al mankyynde.
how shulde y lengyr prey for þe,
So rulyche makyst þou hym to be,
And ouþer many mo þan þou;
How shulde y þan be meke to ȝow?”
Þe caytyfe þat lay yn hys bedde,
For here seyyng wax sore adredde,
And seydë, “ȝyf hyt be þy wylle,
Helpe me, lady, þat y ne spylle.
For al men seyn, o þou lady,
Þat þou art modyr of mercy!”
She answeryd to þe caytyfe,
“yn fals oþys ys alle þy lyfe;
what mercy mayst þou aske þurgh ryȝt
whan þou þus my sone hast dyght?”
“Lady, alle my oþys grete
Fro þys forward wyl y lete;
And preche to euery man þy lore,
þat þey oþys swere no more.”
“Ȝyf þou wylt of oþys blynne,
Þan wyl y pray for þy synne,
þat þey máy be þe forȝyue,
And do penaunce whan þou art shryue.
For alle men þat hauntyn grete oþys,
To helpe hem at nede, certys me loþys;
And my sonë wlde noght here
For fals oþys, any prayere;
For he comaundeþ to more & lesse,
‘Swere nat hys name yn ydulnesse.’”
Þys womman with here chylde gan wende;
Blessyd be she with-outyn ende!

For hem þat ben of oþys bolde,
For hem haue y þys talë tolde.
Þys gentyl men, þys gettours,
Þey ben but Goddys turmentours;
Þey turment hym alle þat þey may,
with fals oþys nyȝt and day.
But ȝe leue ȝoure fals sweryng,
Ȝoure vnkyndë vpbreydyng,
Ȝe shul go a deueyl weye
But ȝe amende ȝou, ar ȝe deye.
For euery gadlyng nat wurþ a pere
Takyþ ensample at ȝow to swere,
So euery man vn-to ouþer—
Þe porë to þe ryche ys broþer—
yn oþys and yn wykkedhede,
Þe toon þe toþer to helle shal lede.

Ȝyf þou euere swore by oure lady
yn any tyme fals or wykkedly,
Hastly þe [þerfro] withdrawe;
Vengaunce comþ for swych myssawe.
whan þou sweryst by here þat he lyȝt ynne,
He takyþ more to wraþþe þat synne
Þan þou mysdedyst aȝens hym
with worde or dede neuer so grym.
And as moche, he to hym mekeþ
þat here wurschyppyþ or here besechyþ.
þus seyþ seynt Anselme, þat hyt wrote
To þys clerkys þat weyl hyt wote:
More drede ys, by here to swere,
þan ys by hym þat she dede bere;
Sunner he takyth for here veniaunce
Þan for any oþer chaunce:
Þat shal y shewe when we be went
Vnto þe þryd comaundëment.
Ȝyf þou þe talë ryȝt canst here,
Twey þyngës þeryn mayst þou lere:
Þe toon ys, ‘holde weyl þyn halyday;’
Þe touþer, ‘oure lady þou wurschyp ay.’
Now shul we leue oure oþys sweryng,
And speke fyrþer of ouþer þyng;
we shul eft touche of þys synne
when we be come fyrþer withynne.