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Show me the way how came you here?
To tell to me it is no shame.
Is that a favour 'bout your neck?
And what is that upon your side?
I knew you by your colours first,
Is it a bag or silver sack?
What are you then? where do you bide?
I was a servant unto Christ,
And Judas likewise is my name.
Forsooth indeed you are to blame:
Your Master did you not betray?
And hang yourself when you had done
Where’er you bide I will not stay
Go then, you knave, let me alone.
Whatever I be, I’ll be your guide,
Because you know not well the way.
What would you me, where do you dwell?
I have no will to go with thee:
I fear it is some lower cell,
I pray thee therefore let me be.
I know your way it is to hell,
For you are none of the eleven:
Go haste you then unto your cell,
My way is only unto heaven.
That way is by the gates of hell,
If you intend there for to go.
Go, dame, I will not you compel,
