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 She said, good mistress, you must stand Till you be tried by tribulation. Sister, quoth she, give me your hand Are we not both of one vocation; It is not through your occupation, That you are placed so divine, My faith is fixed on Christ's passion. My soul shall be as safe as thine. Then Mary went away in haste, The carling made her so ashamed, She had no will of such a guest, To lose her pains and be so blamed. Now good Saint Paul, said Magdalene, For that you are a learned man, Go and convince this woman then, For I have done all that I can; Sure if she were in hell, I doubt They would not keep her long there, But to the gate would put her out, And send her back to be elsewhere. Then went the good apostle Paul, To put the wife in better tune, Wash off that filth that files thy soul, Then shalt heaven's gates be opened soon. Remember, Paul, what thou hast done, For all the epistles thon didst compile, Though now thou sittest up above, Thou persecuted'st Christ a while. Woman, he said, thou art not right, That which I did, I did not know; But thou didst sin with all thy might,