I say that in a wardrobe 3820 they him threw, Where as the Jewës purged their entrail. O cursed folk! O Herodës all new! What may your evil intentë you avail? Murder will out, certáin it will not fail, And namely 3821 where th’ honoúr of God shall spread; The blood out crieth on your cursed deed.

O martyr souded 3822 to virginity, Now may’st thou sing, and follow ever-in-one 3823 The whitë Lamb celestial (quoth she), Of which the great Evangelist Saint John In Patmos wrote, which saith that they that gon Before this Lamb, and sing a song all new, That never fleshly woman they ne knew. 3824