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Thou might'st bide out as well as I:
Thy deeds no ways thou can'st deny,
Is not thy sin far worse than mine,
Who with Uriah's wife did lie,
And caused him to be murdered syne?
Then Judith said, who's there that knocks,
And to our neighbours gives these notes?
Madam, said she let be your mocks,
I came not here for cutting throats,
I am a sinner full of blots,
Yet through Christ's blood I shall be clean,
If you I be judged by votes,
The thing you did was worse than mine.
Then said the sapient Solomon,
Thou art a sinner all men say,
Therefore our Saviour I suppone,
Thee heavenly entrance will deny.
Mind, quoth she, thy latter days,
What idle gods thou didst upset,
And was so lewd in Venus' plays,
Thou didst thy Maker qiute forget.
Then Jonas said fair dame content you,
If you intend to come to grace,
You must dree penance and repent you,
Ere you can come within this place.
Jonas, quoth she, how stand the case?
How came you here to be with Christ?
How dare you look him in the face?
Considering how yon broke your tryst?
To go God's errand thou withstood'st him,
And held his counsel in disdain;
