[fol. 122r] BAD SOUL 2 5 10 15 20 25 BAD SOUL 3 30 35 40 45 50 BAD SOUL 4 55 60 65 [fol. 122v] 70 75 80 85 90 95 100 105 110 ANGEL 1 116 120 JESUS 125 130 DEMON 1 135 140 DEMON 2 145 150 155 DEMON 1 160 DEMON 2 165 DEMON 1 170 DEMON 2 175 180 DEMON 1 DEMON 2 186 DEMON 1 190 195 DEMON 2 201 DEMON 1 206 DEMON 2 210 215 220 DEMON 1 225 DEMON 2 230 DEMON 1 236 DEMON 2 240 245 DEMON 1 DEMON 2 251 255 DEMON 1 DEMON 2 260 DEMON 1 266 DEMON 2 [fol. 124r] 271 275 DEMON 1 281 DEMON 2 285 DEMON 1 290 295 DEMON 2 TUTIVILLUS 301 305 DEMON 1 TUTIVILLUS 310 315 320 DEMON 1 325 TUTIVILLUS 330 DEMON 2 [fol. 124v] 336 TUTIVILLUS 340 345 350 355 DEMON 1 360 TUTIVILLUS DEMON 2 366 TUTIVILLUS 370 DEMON 1 TUTIVILLUS 375 380 385 390 395 DEMON 2 TUTIVILLUS 400 405 410 415 420 425 430 435 440 445 450 455 460 465 [fol. 125v] 470 475 480 485 490 495 500 505 510 515 520 525 530 DEMON 1 535 DEMON 2 540 545 DEMON 1 550 DEMON 2 DEMON 1 555 DEMON 2 DEMON 1 JESUS 561 565 570 575 580 585 590 595 [fol. 126v] 601 605 610 615 620 625 630 GOOD SOUL 1 GOOD SOUL 2 635 GOOD SOUL 3 GOOD SOUL 4 JESUS 641 645 650 655 660 665 670 [fol. 127v] 675 BAD SOUL 1 680 BAD SOUL 2 BAD SOUL 3 685 BAD SOUL 4 JESUS 691 695 700 705 DEMON 1 710 DEMON 2 715 TUTIVILLUS 720 [fol. 128r] DEMON 1 726 DEMON 2 731 735 TUTIVILLUS 740 DEMON 1 DEMON 2 746 750 TUTIVILLUS 755 DEMON 1 760 DEMON 2 765 770 TUTIVILLUS 775 780 DEMON 1 [fol. 128v] 785 DEMON 2 790 TUTIVILLUS 796 DEMON 1 DEMON 2 801 805 TUTIVILLUS DEMON 1 DEMON 2 TUTIVILLUS 811 DEMON 1 815 DEMON 2 820 GOOD SOUL 1 825 830

Bad Soul 1 Bad Soul 2 Bad Soul 3 Bad Soul 4 Angel 1 Jesus Demon 1 Demon 2 Tutivillus Good Soul 1 Good Soul 2 Good Soul 3 Good Soul 4 […] Full darfe has bene oure dede, Forthi commen is oure care; This day to take oure mede For nothyng may we spare. Alas, I harde that horne That callys us to the dome. All that ever were borne Thider behofys theym com. May nathere lande ne se Us fro this dome hide; For ferde fayn wold I fle, Bot I must nedys abide. Alas, I stande great aghe To loke on that justyce; Ther may no man of lagh Help with no quantyce. Vokettys, ten or twelfe, May none help at this nede, Bot ilk man for hisself Shall answere for his dede. Alas, that I was borne. I se now me beforne That Lorde with woundys fyfe: How may I on hym loke That falsly hym forsoke When I led synfull lyfe? Alas, carefull catyfys may we ryse; Sore may we wryng oure handys and wepe. For cursid and sore covytyse, Dampnyd be we in hell full depe. Roght we never of Godys servyce: His commaundementys wold we not kepe, Bot oft-tymes maide we sacrifice To Sathanas when othere can slepe. Alas, now wakyns all oure were. Oure wykyd warkys can we not hide Bot on oure bakys we must theym bere That will us soroo on ilka syde. Oure dedys this day will do us dere; Oure domysman here we must abide, And feyndys that will us felly fere Thare pray to have us for thare pride. Brymly before us be thai broght, Oure dedys that shall dam us bidene, That eyre has harde or harte thoght, That mowthe has spokyn or ee sene, That foote has gone or hande wroght In any tyme that we may mene; Full dere this day now bees it boght. Alas, unborne then had I bene. Alas, I am forlorne. A spytus blast here blawes, I harde well bi yonde horne; I wote wherto it drawes. I wold I were unborne. Alas, that this day dawes. Now mon be dampnyd this morne My warkys, my dedys, my sawes. Now bees my curstnes kyd; Alas, I may not layn All that ever I dyd, It bees put up full playn That I wold fayn were hyd: My synfull wordys and vayn Full new now mon be rekynyd Up to me agayn. Alas, fayn wold I fle For dedys that I have done, Bot that may now not be; I must abide my boyn. I trowed never to have sene This dredfull day thus soyn. Alas, what shall I say When he sittys in his trone? To se his woundys bledande, This is a dulfull case. Alas, how shall I stand Or loke hym in the face? So curtes I hym fand That gaf me life so long a space; Mi care is all command. Alas, where was my grace? Alas, catyffys unkynde, Whereon was oure thoght? Alas, whereon was oure mynde, So wykyd warkys we wroght? To se how he was pynde, How dere oure luf he boght, Alas, we were full blynde; Now ar we wars then noght. Alas, my covetyse, Myn yll will, and myn ire; Mi neghbur to dispise Most was my desyre. I demyd ever at my devyse; Me thoght I had no peyre. With myself sore may I grise, Now am I quyt my hyre. Where I was wonte to go And have my wordys at will, Now am I set full thro And fayn to hold me still. I went both to and fro; Me thoght I did never ill Mi neghburs for to slo Or hurt withoutten skill. Wo worth ever the fader That gate me to be borne, That ever he lete me stir, Bot that I had bene forlorne. Warid be my moder, And warid be the morne That I was borne of hir. Alas, for shame and skorne. Cum gladio, 1 Stand not togeder; parte in two. All sam shall ye not be in blis; Oure Lorde of heven will it be so, For many of you has done amys. On his right hande ye good shall go; The way till heven he shall you wys. Ye wykid saules, ye weynd hym fro On his left hande as none of his. The tyme is commen I will make ende; My Fader of heven will it so be, Therfor till erthe now will I weynde Myself to sytt in majesté. To dele my dome I will discende; This body will I bere with me. How it was dight, mans mys to amende, All mans kynde ther shall it se. Oute, haro — out, out! Harkyn to this horne. I was never in dowte Or now at this morne; So sturdy a showte Sen that I was borne Hard I never here abowte, In ernyst ne in skorne — A wonder. I was bonde full fast In yrens for to last, Bot my bandys thai brast And shoke all in sonder. I shoterd and shoke, I herd sich a rerd; When I harde it, I qwoke For all that I lerd, Bot — to swere on a boke — I durst not aperd; I durst not loke For all medill erd Full payll, Bot gyrned and gnast. My force did I frast, Bot I wroght all wast; It myght not avayll. It was like to a trumpe: It had sich a sownde I fell on a lumpe For ferd that I swonde. There I stode on my stumpe I stakerd that stownde; There chachid I the crumpe Yit held I my grounde, Halfe nome. Make redy oure gere: We ar like to have were, For now dar I swere That domysday is comme, For all oure saules ar wente And none ar in hell. Bot we go we ar shente; Let us not dwell. It sittys you to tente In this mater to mell As a pere in a parlamente, What case so befell. It is nedefull That ye tente to youre awne What draght so be drawne; If the courte be knawen, The juge is right dredfull. For to stand thus tome Thou gars me grete. Let us go to this dome Up Watlyn strete. I had lever go to Rome Yet thryse on my fete Then for to grefe yonde grome Or with hym for to mete, For wysely He spekys on trete, His paustee is grete, Bot begyn he to threte He lokys full grisly. Bot fast take oure rentals; Hy, let us go hence, For as this fals The great sentence. Thai ar here in my dals. Fast stand we to fence Agans thise dampnyd sauls Without repentence, And just. Howso the gam crokys, Examyn oure bokys. Here is a bag full, lokys, Of pride and of lust, Of wraggers and of wrears; A bag full of brefes Of carpars and cryars, Of mychers and thefes, Of lurdans and lyars That no man lefys, Of flytars, of flyars, And renderars of reffys. This can I Of alkyn astates That go bi the gatys; Of poore pride that God hatys, Twenty so many. Peasse, I pray thee, be still. I laghe that I kynke. Is oght ire in thi bill? And then shall thou drynke. Sir, so mekill ill will That thai wold synke Thare foes in a fyere still, Bot not all that I thynke Dar I say; Bot before hym he prase hym, Behynde he myssase hym; Thus dowbill he mase hym. Thus do thai today. Has thou oght writen there Of the femynyn gendere? Yei, mo then I may bere Of rolles for to render. Thai ar sharp as a spere If thai seme bot slender; Thai ar ever in were If thai be tender. Yll fetyld, She that is most meke; When she semys full seke She can rase up a reke If she be well nettyld. Thou art the best hyne That ever cam beside us. Yei, bot go we, master myne; Yit wold I we hyde us. Thai have blowen long syne; Thai will not abide us. We may lightly tyne And then will ye chide us Togeder. Make redy oure tolys For we dele with no folys. Sir, all clerkys of oure scolys Ar bowne furth theder. Bot sir, I tell you before, Had domysday oght tarid We must have biggid hell more; The warld is so warid. Now gett we dowbill store Of bodys myscarid To the soules where thai wore, Both sam to be harrid. Thise rolles Ar of bakbytars And fals quest-dytars; I had no help of writars Bot thise two dalles. Faithe and trowth, maffay, Has no fete to stande. The poore pepyll must pay If oght be in hande. The drede of God is away And lawe out of lande. By that wist I that domysday Was nerehande In seson. Sir, it is saide in old sawes: The longere that day dawes, Wars pepill, wars lawes. I lagh at thi reson. All this was tokyn Domysday to drede. Full oft was it spokyn, Full few toke hede. Bot now shall we be wrokyn Of thare falshede, For now bese unlokyn Many dern dede In ire. All thare synnes shall be knowen, Othere mens then thare awne. Bot if this draght be well drawen, Don is in the myre. Whi spir ye not, syr, No questyons? I am oone of youre ordir And oone of youre sons; I stande at my tristur When othere men shones. Now thou art myn awne querestur. I wote where thou wonnes; Do tell me. I was youre chefe tollare And sithen courte rollar; Now am I master Lollar, And of sich men I mell me. I have broght to youre hande Of saules dar I say Mo than ten thowsand In an howre of a day. Som at ayll-howse I fande, And som of ferray; Som cursid, som bande, Som yei, som nay. So many Thus broght I on blure; Thus did I my cure. Thou art the best sawgeoure That ever had I any. Here a roll of ragman Of the rownde tabill, Of breffes in my bag, man, Of synnes dampnabill; Unethes may I wag, man, Forwery in youre stabill Whils I set my stag, man. Abide, ye ar abill To take wage. Thou can of cowrte thew, Bot lay downe the dewe For thou will be a shrew Be thou com at age. Here have I be gesse Of many nyce hoket, Of care and of curstnes, Hethyng and hoket: Gay gere and witles, His hode set on koket; As prowde as pennyles, His slefe has no poket; Full redles With thare hemmyd shoyn. All this must be done, Bot fyre is out at hye noyn And his barnes bredeles. A horne and a Duch ax, His slefe must be flekyt, A syde hede and a fare fax, His gowne must be spekytt. Thus toke I youre tax; Thus ar my bookys blekyt. Thou art best on thi wax That ever was clekyt Or knowen; With wordes will thou fill us. Bot tell thi name till us. Mi name is Tutivillus; My horne is blawen. Fragmina verborum, Tutivillus colligit horum; Belzabub algorum, Belial belium doliorum. 2 What, I se thou can of gramory And somwhat of arte; Had I bot a penny On thee wold I warte. Of femallys a quantité Here fynde I parte. Tutivillus, let se. Godys forbot thou sparte. So joly, Ilka las in a lande Like a lady nerehande, So fresh and so plesande, Makys men to foly. If she be never so fowll a dowde, With hir kelles and hir pynnes The shrew hirself can shrowde Both hir chekys and hir chynnes. She can make it full prowde With japes and with gynnes, Hir hede as hy as a clowde, Bot no shame of hir synnes Thai fele. When she is thus paynt She makys it so quaynte She lookys like a saynt, And wars then the deyle. She is hornyd like a kowe, A new-fon syn: The culer hyngys so side now Furrid with a cat skyn. All thise ar for you; Thai ar commen of youre kyn. Now the best body art thou That ever cam herein. An usage, Swilk dar I undertake, Makys theym breke thare wedlake And lif in syn for hir sake And breke thare awne spowsage. Yit a poynt have I fon, I tell you before, That fals swerars shall hider com Mo then a thowsand skore. In sweryng thai grefe Godys Son And pyne hym more and more; Therfor mon thai with us won In hell forevermore. I say thus, That rasers of the fals tax And gederars of greyn wax, Diabolus est mendax Et pater eius. 3 Yit a poynte of the new gett, To tell will I not blyn, Of prankyd gownes and shulders up set, Mos and flokkys sewyd wythin; To use sich gise thai will not let. Thai say it is no syn, Bot on sich pilus I me set And clap thaym cheke and chyn, No nay. David in his sawtere says thus, That to hell shall thai trus Cum suis adinvencionibus, 4 For onys and for ay. Yit of thise kyrkchaterars Here ar a menee, Of barganars and okerars And lufars of symonee, Of runkers and rowners. God castys thaym out, trulee, From his temple all sich mysdoers; I cach thaym then to me Full soyn, For writen I wote it is In the gospell, withoutten mys, Et eam fecistis Speluncam latronum. 5 Yit of the synnes seven Somthyng speciall Now nately to neven That renys over all: Thise laddys thai leven As lordys riall, At ee to be even Purturd in pall As kyngys. May he dug hym a doket, A kodpese like a pokett, Hym thynke it no hoket His tayll when he wryngys. His luddokkys thai lowke Like walk-mylne cloggys; His hede is like a stowke, Hurlyd as hoggys; A woll-blawen bowke, Thise fryggys as froggys. This Jelian Jowke Dryfys he no doggys To felter; Bot with youre yolow lokkys, For all youre many mokkys, Ye shall clym on hell-crokkys With a halpeny heltere. And Nell with hir nyfyls Of crisp and of sylke, Tent well youre twyfyls Youre nek abowte as mylke, With youre bendys and youre bridyls Of Sathan, the whilke Sir Sathanas idyls You for tha ilke, This Gill knave. It is open behynde, Before is it pynde; Bewar of the west wynde Youre smok lest it wafe. Of ire and of envy Fynde I herto, Of covetyse and glotony And many other mo. Thai call and thai cry, Go we now, go, I dy nere for dry! And ther syt thai so All nyght With hawvell and jawvell, Syngyng of lawvell. Thise ar howndys of hell; That is thare right. In slewthe then thai syn, Goddys warkys thai not wyrke; To belke thai begyn And spew that is irke; His hede must be holdyn Ther in the myrke, Then deffys hym with dyn The bellys of the kyrke When thai clatter. He wishys the clerke hanged For that he rang it, Bot thar hym not lang it What commys therafter. And ye Janettys of the stewys And lychoures on lofte, Youre baill now brewys; Avowtrees full ofte Youre gam now grewys. I shall you set softe; Youre sorow enewes. Com to my crofte All ye; All harlottys and horres And bawdys that procures To bryng thaym to lures, Welcom to my see. Ye lurdans and lyars, Mychers and thefes, Flytars and flyars That all men reprefes, Spolars, extorcyonars, Welcom, my lefes. Fals jurars and usurars To symony that clevys, To tell, Hasardars and dysars, Fals dedys forgars, Slanderars, bakbytars, All unto hell. When I harde many swilke, Many spytus and fell And few good of ilke, I had mervell; I trowd it drew nere the prik. Sir, a worde of counsell: Saules cam so thyk Now late unto hell As ever; Oure porter at hell-yate Is haldyn so strate. Up erly and downe late. He rystys never. Thou art pereles of tho That ever yit knew I. When I will, may I go If thou be by; Go we now we two. Syr, I am redy. Take oure rolles also; Ye knawe the cause why. Do com, And tent well this day. Sir, as well as I may. Qui vero mala In ignem eternum. 6 Ilka creatoure take tente What bodworde I shall you bryng: This wykyd warld away is wente And I am commyn as crownyd kyng; Mi Fader of heven has me downe sente To deme youre dedys and make endyng. Commen is the day of Jugemente; Of sorow may every synfull syng. The day is commen of catyfnes All those to care that ar uncleyn, The day of batell and bitternes; Full long abiden has it beyn, The day of drede to more and les, Of joy, of tremlyng, and of teyn. Ilka wight that wikyd is May say “alas, this day is seyn.” Tunc expandit manu suas et ostendit eis vulnera sua. 7 Here may ye se my woundys wide That I suffred for youre mysdede Thrugh harte, hede, fote, hande, and syde, Not for my gilte bot for youre nede. Behald both bak, body, and syde, How dere I boght youre broderhede. Thise bitter paynes I wold abide, To by you blys thus wold I blede. Mi body was skowrgid withoutten skill, Also ther full throly was I thrett; On crosse thai hang me on a hill. Blo and blody thus was I bett, With crowne of thorne thrastyn full ill; A spere unto my harte thai sett, Mi harte blode sparid thai not to spill. Man for thi luf wold I not lett. The Jues spytt on me spitusly; Thai sparid me no more then a thefe. When thai me smote, I stud stilly; Agans thaym did I no kyns grefe. Beholde, mankynde, this ilk am I That for thee suffred sich myschefe; Thus was I dight for thi foly Man, loke, thi luf was me full lefe. Thus was I dight thi sorow to slake; Man, thus behovid thee borud to be. In all my wo toke I no wrake; My will it was, for luf of thee. Man, for sorow aght thee to qwake This dredfull day this sight to se. All this suffred I for thi sake; Say, man, what suffred thou for me? Tunc vertens se ad bonos dicit illis: 8 Mi blissid barnes on my right hande, Youre dome this day thar ye not drede, For all youre joy is now commande; Youre life in likyng shall ye lede. Commes to the kyngdom ay lastande That you is dight for youre good dede; Full blithe may ye be there ye stand, For mekill in heven bees youre mede. When I was hungré ye me fed; To slek my thrist ye war full fre. When I was clothles ye me cled; Ye wold no sorowe on me se. In hard prison when I was sted, On my penance ye had pyté. Full seke when I was broght in bed, Kyndly ye cam to comforth me. When I was will and weriest, Ye harberd me full esely. Full glad then were ye of youre gest; Ye plenyd my poverté full pituosly. Belife ye broght me of the best And maide my bed there I shuld ly; Therfor in heven shall be youre rest In joy and blis to beld me by. Lord, when had thou so mekill nede? Hungré or thrusty, how myght it be? When was oure harte fre thee to feede? In prison when myght we thee se? When was thou seke, or wantyd wede? To harbowre thee when helpid we? When had thou nede of oure fordede? When did we all this dede to thee? Mi blissid barnes, I shall you say What tyme this dede was to me done: When any that nede had, nyght or day, Askyd you help and had it sone, Youre fre harte saide theym never nay, Erly ne late, mydday ne noyn, As oftesithes as thai wold pray Thai thurte bot aske and have thare boyn. Tunc dicet malis: 9 Ye cursid catyfs of Kames kyn That never me comforthid in my care, Now I and ye forever shall twyn, In doyll to dwell forevermare. Youre bitter bayles shall never blyn That ye shall thole when ye com thare; Thus have ye servyd for youre syn For derfe dedys ye have doyn are. When I had myster of mete and drynke, Catyfs, ye chaste me from youre yate; When ye were set as syres on bynke I stode theroute, wery and wate, Yit none of you wold on me thynke To have pité on my poore astate. Therfor to hell I shall you synke; Well ar ye worthy to go that gate. When I was seke and soryest Ye viset me noght for I was poore; In prison fast when I was fest Wold none of you loke how I foore. When I wist never where to rest, With dyntys ye drofe me from youre doore, Bot ever to pride then were ye prest; Mi flesh, my bloode, ye ofte forswore. Clothles when that I was cold, That nerehande for you yode I nakyd, Mi myschefe sagh ye manyfolde; Was none of you my sorowe slakyd Bot ever forsoke me, yong and olde. Therfor shall ye now be forsakyd. Lorde, when had thou, that all has, Hunger or thriste, sen thou God is? When was that thou in prison was? When was thou nakyd or harberles? When myght we se thee seke, alas, And kyd thee all this unkyndnes? When was we let thee helples pas? When dyd we thee this wikydnes? Alas, for doyll this day. Alas, that ever I it abode. Now am I dampned for ay; This dome may I not avoyde. Catyfs, alas, ofte as it betyde That nedefull oght askyd in my name, Ye harde thaym noght, youre eeres was hid, Youre help to thaym was not at hame, To me was that unkyndnes kyd; Therfor ye bere this bitter blame. To the lest of myne when ye oght dyd, To me ye dyd the self and same. Tunc dicet bonis: 10 Mi chosyn childer, commes to me; With me to dwell now shall ye weynde Ther joy and blis ever shall be, Youre life in lykyng for to leynde. Tunc dicet malis: 11 Ye warid wightys, from me ye fle In hell to dwell withoutten ende. Ther shall ye noght bot sorow se And sit bi Sathanas the feynde. Do now go furth, go! Trus, go we hyne Unto endles wo, Aylastand pyne. Nay, tary not so, We get ado syne. Hyte, hyderwarde, ho! Harry Ruskyne, War oute! The meyn shall ye nebyll, And I shall syng the trebill, Arevant the devill Till all this hole rowte. Youre lyfes ar lorne And commen is youre care. Ye may ban ye were borne, The bodes you bare And youre faders beforne, So cursid ye ar. Ye may wary the morne And day that ye ware Of youre moder First borne for to be, For the wo ye mon dre. Ilkone of you mon se Sorow of oder. Where is the gold and the good That ye gederd togedir, The mery menee that yode Hider and thedir? Gay gyrdyls, jaggid hode, Prankyd gownes, whedir? Have ye wit or ye wode? Ye broght not hider Bot sorowe And youre synnes in youre nekkys. I beshrew thaym that rekkys; He comes to late that bekkys Youre bodyes to borow. Sir, I wold cut thaym a skawte And make theym be knawne. Thay were sturdy and hawte; Great boste have thai blawne. Youre pride and youre pransawte, What will it gawne? Ye tolde ilk mans defawte And forgate youre awne. Moreover, Thare neghburs thai demyd, Thaymself as it semyd, Bot now ar thai flemyd, From sayntys to recover. Thare neghburs thai towchid With wordys full ill; The warst ay thai sowchid And had no skill. The pennys thai powchid And held thaym still; The negons thai mowchid And had no will For hart-sare; Bot riche and ill-dedy, Gederand and gredy, Sore napand and nedy, Youre godys for to spare. For all that ye spard And dyd extorcyon, For youre childer ye card, Youre heyre and youre son; Now is all in oure ward. Youre yeres ar ron; It is commen in vowgard, Youre Dame Malison To bynde it. Ye set bi no cursyng Ne no sich small thyng. No, bot prase at the partyng, For now mon ye fynde it. Youre leyfys and youre females, Ye brake youre wedlake; Tell me now what it vales, All that mery lake? Se, so falsly it falys. Syr, I dar undertake Thai will tell no tales; Bot se, so thai quake For moton, He that to that gam gose, Now namely on old tose. Thou held up the lose, That had I forgotten. Sir, I trow thai be dom Somtyme were full melland. Will ye se how thai glom? Thou art ay telland. Now shall thai have rom In pyk and tar ever dwelland; Of thare sorow no some Bot ay to be yelland In oure fostre. By youre lefe, may we mefe you? Showe furth, I shrew you. Yit tonyght shall I shew you A mese of ill ostre. Of thise cursid forsworne And all that here leyndys, Blaw wolfys-hede and oute-horne Now namely, my freyndys Illa-haill were ye borne. Youre awne shame you sheyndys That shall ye fynde or to-morne. Com now, with feyndys To youre angre; Youre dedys you dam. Com, go we now sam; It is commen, youre gam. Com, tary no langer. We love thee, Lorde, in alkyn thyng That for thyne awne has ordand thus, That we may have now oure dwellyng In heven blis giffen unto us. Therfor full boldly may we syng On oure way os we trus; Make we all myrth and lovyng With Te Deum laudamus. Explicit judicium. 12

wicked; (see note) sorrow has come reward heard; (see note) judgment (see note) requires [that] they come there neither land nor sea fear gladly remain awe look law cunning Advocates each; himself look sinful life sorrowful wretches wring; weep cursed; covetousness Damned; deep Took notice often; (see note) others were asleep awakens; trouble (see note) backs; bear afflict cost us dearly judge fiends; fiercely frighten Their Speedily damn us at once ear; heart mouth; eye remember dearly; is spiteful heard leads dawns must words wickedness known conceal desire; hidden must be reckoned gladly; flee Because of deeds await my fate believed; seen dreadful; soon throne bleeding sad courteous; found gave misery; coming unfortunate tortured worse than nothing covetousness wrath judged; will peer grievously may I shudder; (see note) my debt is paid strongly eager slay (see note) begot I had perished Cursed morning scorn (see note) All together guide wicked souls; go from (see note) (see note) to earth; go sit; majesty deal my judgment; descend bear prepared; sin [fol. 123r] (see note) Listen Before Since Heard bound; (see note) iron shackles bands; broke shook asunder shuddered; shook heard; roar heard; quaked; (see note) learned book (the Bible) dared not [do so] openly dared not look middle earth pale (feeble) But grimaced and gnashed test in vain trumpet sound into a heap fear; swooned Where; leg; (see note) staggered; time caught; cramp numb ready trouble dare souls are gone Unless; destroyed befits you to pay attention; (see note) discuss peer pay attention to your own Whatever happens; (see note) known unoccupied make me weep judgment (see note) would rather three times by foot grieve that boy meet at length power quarrel looks record of sins; (see note) Hurry accordingly; falls; (see note) hands; (see note) [fol. 123v] Firmly; protect correctly game turns books look (see note) wranglers; betrayers; (see note) briefs; (see note) critics; accusers robbers; thieves; (see note) louts; liars believes quarrelers; outlaws; (see note) plunder; (see note) I know all ranks ways wretched Peace laugh [so much] that I choke any wrath; inventory (see note) Their; fire If he praises him to his face; (see note) Behind [his back]; slanders duplicitous; confuses anything written more than; bear (see note) Even if; slight always contentious Ill prepared; (see note) meek sick raise a commotion irritated servant long since easily suffer loss Together tools (weapons) fools schools heading there [been] delayed at all enlarged cursed double; (see note) together; harried backbiters; (see note) false accusers writers hands by my faith feet anything nearly season speeches longer [before]; dawns Worse people laugh a sign (token) often took heed avenged their falsehood be revealed stealthy deeds wrath their sins; known their own move be made; (see note) mire ask; (see note) order station stay away chorister; (see note) know; live Please tell me [more about yourself] chief tax collector Keeper of the court rolls; (see note) Lollard; (see note) with such; concern myself souls dare More hour alehouse found at plunder cursed; chided (see note) to grief soldier list of accusations; (see note) briefs (legal notes) sins damnable Hardly; move; (see note) Exhausted; stable horse able know the customs of the court that which is due villain by estimation many a fancy trick cursedness Mockery; trickery gear cocked proud as penniless sleeve; pocket foolish their hemmed shoes fire; high noon children without food sleeve; multicolored Long locks and fair hair speckled took blacked in of your age (size) hatched to us blown know grammar (learning) spend [it] females spare it pretty Each lass pleasing Brings; folly dowdy woman her hairnets; pins cover cheeks; chins proud tricks; schemes They feel painted cunning saint worse; deal (lot) horned like a cow newfound sin collar hangs; long Furred these individual; [fol. 125r] habit So dare I assert break; wedlock live in sin their own marriage found false swearers; come here More than twenty thousand grieve punish must they; dwell raisers gatherers; green wax; (see note) point; fashion cease pleated; raised shoulders Moss and tufts guise; cease such pillows cheek and chin psalter depart once and for all chatterers in the church company vendors; usurers lovers of simony whisperers; tattlers catch them soon quickly; mention reigns lads; live royal eye; equal Adorned; scarlet (see note) codpiece; pocket (see note) buttocks; look fulling mill clogs head; stook (sheaves of grain) Bristled like hogs well-inflated belly fidget (see note) Drives; dogs tangle yellow locks mockeries climb; hooks half penny halter (hangman’s noose) trifles light cloth; silk Attend; braids neck; milk bands; bridles; (see note) by which makes idle the like scoundrel pinned smock; wave wrath covetousness; gluttony more dryness (thirst) rascals; (see note) drinking cups; (see note) hounds their sloth works belch disgusting held darkness deafens; noise church bells ring he need not long for Janets; brothels lechers above punishment is being prepared Adulteresses pleasure; is troubled softly renews field scoundrels; whores pimps that procure loss abode louts; liars Robbers; thieves Quarrelers; outlaws rebuke Spoilers; extortioners dears False jurors; usurers cling count Gamblers; dicers deed forgers such; [fol. 126r] spiteful; cruel each marvel believed; decisive moment Souls hell’s gate held in such straits rests peerless of those pay attention Every creature pay attention message judge; deeds wretchedness To trouble all those who battle awaited; been trembling; suffering Every person; wicked seen guilt; need back dearly; brotherhood I have endured buy; bliss; bleed scourged; reason fiercely; threatened Blue; bloody; beaten pierced spear spared love; prevent [this] spit on me spitefully thief hit; stood still no kind of grief same one such mischief mistreated; folly look; was dear to me ordained; relieve borrowed woe took I no vengeance you ought to quake blessed children need; fate pleasure; lead everlasting [for] you is prepared; deed happy; where you stand much; shall be; reward quench; generous clothed placed sick lost; weary harbored; hospitably guest deplored At once made; where dwell much thirsty generous sick; clothing; [fol. 127r] harbor; shelter good deed children soon generous Early; nor noon often needed but to ask; request cursed wretches of Cain’s kin comforted shall part misery torments; cease suffer; there wicked deeds you have done need of food Wretches; chased; gate bench outside; weary; wet state sink way sick; saddest visited imprisoned look; fared knew blows; drove disposed often; (see note) nearly; went naked misfortune saw; often relieved young thirst, since unsheltered sick show sorrow endured forever judgment often as it happened the needy asked anything heard them; home unkindness shown bear least chosen children go Where pleasure; remain wretched creatures; flee see nothing but sorrow fiend Depart; hence Everlasting punishment delay trouble afterwards Giddy-up, this way (see note) Watch out nibble; (see note) treble (see note) To this entire company lost trouble curse [that] bodies that bore you curse were misery; must endure Each of you must see [the] other goods gathered company; went Here and there girdles (belts); slashed hoods Pleated or do you go mad nothing here sorrow necks curse those who care too late; beckons bodies to save shroud; (see note) revealed unruly; haughty boasts prancing gain each; fault forgot judged seemed banished saints touched worst ever; suspected pennies; pocketed misers; mooched contrition prone to evil deeds Covetous; greedy grasping; needy goods; save hoarded extortion children you cared heir custody completed vanguard Lady Curse must lovers break avails sport fails assert on account of sluts game; goes especially; toes renown believe; dumb talking scowl You said it! room pitch and tar; dwelling sum always; yelling keeping leave; move curse serving of bad oysters; (see note) remain particularly Cursed destroy before tomorrow fiends affliction damn together game delay no longer everything ordained given sing go praise “God, we praise you”