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No lying wife as suppone,
May enter in these gates within.
Abraham, she said, will you but spare,
⟨I⟩ hope you are not flyting free;
You of yourself had such a care,
Denied your wife and made a lie;
O then I pray you let me be,
For I repent of all my sin,
Do thou but open the gates to me,
And let me quietly come in.
Abraham went back to Jacob then,
And told his nephew how he sped,
How that of her he nothing wan,
And that he thought the carling mad.
Then down came Jacob thro' the close,
And said, go backward down to hell:
Jacob, quoth she, I know thy voice,
That gate pertaineth to thy sell:
Of thy old trumperies I can tell,
With two sisters thou led'st thy life,
And the third part of these tribes twelve,
Thou got with maid's besides thy wife:
And stole thy father's bennison,
Only by fraud thy father frae;
Gave thou not him for venison,
A kid, instead of baked rae,
Jacob himself was tickled so,
He went to Lot where he was lying,
And to the gate pray'd him to go,
To staunch the carling of her crying.
Lot says, fair dame, make less a-do,
