human
Now, by Crist, quod the kyng,
gpt
And I cacche myghte Fals or Favel, Or any of hise feeris, I wolde be wroken of tho wrecches 1270 That wercheth so ille, And doon hem hange by the hals, And alle that hem maynteneth; Shal nevere man of this molde Meynprise the leeste, But right as the lawe wol loke, Lat falle on hem alle.
human
For any thyng I hote, And fettreth faste Falsnesse, For any kynnes giftes, And girdeth of Gyles heed, And lat hym go no ferther; And if ye lacche Lyere, Lat hym noght ascapen Er he be put on the pillory, For any preyere, I hote; And bryngeth Mede to me 1290 Maugree hem alle.