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Mind, quoth she, thy latter days,
What idol gods thou didst upset;
And wast so lewd in Venus plys,
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 come you here to be with Christ,
How dare you look him in the face
Considering how you broke your tryst.
To God's errand thou withstood'st him,
And held'st his counsel in disdain,
The corby messenger thou play'd him,
And brought no message back again;
With mercy thou wast not content,
When God the Ninevites did spare,
Although the city did repent,
It grieved thee. thy heart was fair.
Let me alone and speak no more,
Go back a again unto the whale,
But now my heart is also sore,
But yet I hope I shall prevail.
Good Jonas said, Crack on your fill
For here I may no longer tarry,
Yet knock as long as e'er you will,
And into a ⟨fiery⟩ farry.
Jonas she says ye do miscarry
As I have done in former time;
You're not Saint Peter nor Saint Mary,

Your blot's as black as ever mine.