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Rh I was a servant unto Christ, And Judas likewise is my name. I know you by your colour first, Forsooth indeed you are to blame; Your master did not you betray? And hang yourself when you had done. Where'er you bide I will not stay, Go then, you knave, let me alone. Whate'er I be your guide, Because you know not well the way; Will ye but once in me conside, I'll do all friendship that I may 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. This is a stormy night and cold, I'll bring you to a warm inn; Will ye go forward and be bold, And mend your pace till we win in. I fear your inn will be to warm, For too much hotness is not best: Such hotness there may do me harm, And keep me that I do not rest. I know my way it is to hell, For you are none of the eleven: Go haste you then unto your cell, My way is only unto heaven, Thy 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.