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Here spak the autour
Gentil lady of this castell,Let me my myscheue to the telle!
Moder of mercy and qwene of pite,
To synful man thou art ay avowe;
Ther[for] at thi ȝates now y lye,
Thi help and mercy for to crye.
Mercy sal y fast crie befor this louely tour,
Euer til I fynde sum of thi socour.
Hope of help me made hider for to fle,
When thre gret enemys fast pursued me.
On is the foule fende with al his companie,
That puttes forth pride and wrath and gret enuye;
The secund is the fals warld with many schrewed gyse,
That shotes ay at me sha[r]ply with all couetise;
The third is myn awne flesch, to me a gret enemy,
That prickes me with lecherie, sleuth, and glotony.
Welle of mercy, I be ded and sone al fordon
Bot a streme of thi grace come to me sone.
Lady, let me lye in thi castel dyke
And wasch me wele ther to thi seruant like;
Then if myn enemys wil me assaile,
In traist of thi gode help y tak that bataile.
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Therfor hope y euer hir socour for to fynde.
Here hid God his gret power in mannes liknes,
And laide enbuschement for the fend and al his wi[k]kednes.
Thou art the ȝert of Aaron that bar the faire flour,
When thou in clene maydenhede bar thi creatour.
Thou art the stegh of Iacob, thurgh wham is gate to heuen.
He may hope wele of help that deuoutly wil the neuen.
The kinges sone of al this world ligh the withynne,
For to saue and socour wel al synful man of synne.
Now he has acorded alle his sisters foure,
And Pece is cryed for man heghe vp in the toure.
Now God and man are togeder both in o person,
Now has man ynogh wharwith to bye him fro prison;
Now on man more parfit and withouten lak
Than euer was Adam ar he Goddis biddyng brak,
He is fre to plede for vs and al our riȝt dereigne,
And no creature may haue cause vpon him to pleyn.
In token of the prince of pees when he til vs come,
Pees was oueral in the world and reuling was in Rome.
Ioye is sungen now to God vpon hegh in heuen,
And pes in erthe til al man that are of gode wil euen.
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