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 Shew me the way how you came here,

To tell to me it it is no shame,

Is that a favour 'bout your neck?

And what is that upon your side?

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 into 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,

But I with you will go also.