⁠Then Judith said, who's there that knocks
And to our neighbours gives these notes?
⁠Madam, said she, let be your mocks,
I came not here for cutting throats:
I am a sinner full of blots,
Yet through Christ's blood I shall be clean,
If you and I be judg'd by votes,
The thing you did was worse than mine.
⁠Then said the sapient Solomon,
Thou art a sinner all men say,
Therefore our Saviour I suppone,
Thee heavenly entrance will deny.
⁠Mind, quoth she, thy latter days,
What idol Gods thou didst upset,
And was so lewd in Venus plays,
Thou didst thy Maker quite forget.
⁠Then Jonas said, fair dame, content you,
If you intend to come to grace,
You must dree penance and repent you,
Ere you can come within this place.
⁠Jonas, quoth she, how stands the case?
How came you here to be with Christ?
How dare you look him in the face?
Considering how you broke your tryst?
⁠To go God's errand thou withstoodst him,
And held his counsel in disdain;
The Raven messenger thou play'dst him,
And brought no message back again:
With mercy thou wast not content,
When that the Lord he did them spare;
Although the city did repent,
It grieved thee, thy heart was fair: