This way is broader, go with me,
And very pleasant is the way:
I'll bring you there, where you would be,
Go with me, friend, say me not nay.
⁠She looked on him, then did speer,
⟨I⟩ pray you, Sir, what is your name?
show me the way how you came here?
To tell to me it is no shame.
Is that a favour 'bout your neck?
And what is that upon your side?
I knew you by your colours first,
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:
To then, you knave, let me alone.
⁠Whatever I be, I'll be your guide,
Because ye know not well the way,
Had ye but once in me confide,
And do all friendship that I may.
⁠What would you me? where do you dwell?
Have no will to go with thee:
Fear it is some lower cell,
Pray thee therefore let me be.
This is a stormy night and cold,
⟨I⟩ bring you to a warm inn:
All ye go forward and behold,
And mend your pace till ye win in.