His lady, sad to see his sore constraint,
Cried out, ‘Now, now, Sir Knight, shew what yee bee:
Add faith unto your force, and be not faint;
Strangle her, else she sure will strangle thee.’ …
Therewith she spewd out of her filthy maw
A floud of poison horrible and blacke,
Full of great lumpes and flesh and gobbet raw,
Which stunck so vilely, that it forst him slacke.
His grasping hold, and from her turned him backe;
Her vomit full of bookes and papers was.
Corpus Christi, salva me.
Sanguis Christi, inebria me.
Aqua lateris Christi, lava me.
Passio Christi, conforta me.
O bone Jesu, exaudi me.
Intra tua vulnera absconde me.
Ne permittas me separari a te.
Ab hoste maligno defende me.
In hora mortis meae voca me.
Et iube me venire ad te,
Ut cum Sanctis tuis laudem te.
In saecula saeculorum. Amen