And seide him, "Lo, thus myht thou wynne 3510

Nou schalt thou drinken al thi fille."

And thus onliche of goddes wille,

He which that wolde himselve strange

To Pite, fond mercy so strange,

That he withoute grace is lore.

That crualte hath no good ende;

Bot Pite, hou so that it wende, 3520