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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,
