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 The Raven messenger thou play'dst him, And brought no message back again; With mercy thou wast not content, When that the Lord he did them spare, Although the city did repent, It grieved thee, thy heart was sair; Let me alone and speak no more, Go back again into the whale, For now my heart is also sore, But yet I hope I shall prevail. Good Jonas said, crack on your fill, For here I may no longer tarry, Yet knock as long as ere you will, And go into the fiery ferry. Jonas, she says, do ye miscarrey, As I have done in former time, You're not St. Peter, nor St. Mary, Thy blot's as black as ever mine. So Jonas then he was ashamed, Because he was not flyting free, Of all his faults she had him blamed, He left the wife and let her be. Saint Thomas then, I counsel thee, Go speak unto yon wicked wife, She shames us all and as for me, Her like I never heard in life. Thomas, then said, you make such strife, When you are out, and meikle din, If ye were here I'll lay my life, No peace the faints will get within, It is your trade for to be flyting,