_Placebo dilexi_,
Maister Roister Doister wil streight go home and die,
Our Lorde Jesus Christ his soule have mercie upon.
Thus you see to day a man, to morow[624] John.[625]
Yet saving for a womans extreeme crueltie, 5
He might have lyved yet a moneth or two or three,
But in spite of Custance which hath him weried, I ii. _b_
His mashyp shall be worshipfully buried.
And while some piece of his soule is yet hym within,
Some parte of his funeralls let us here beginne. 10
_Dirige._ He will go darklyng to his grave.
_Neque lux, neque crux, nisi solum_ clinke,[626]
Never gentman so went toward heaven I thinke.[627]
Yet sirs as ye wyll the blisse of heaven win,
When he commeth to the grave lay hym softly in, 15
And all men take heede by this one Gentleman,
How you sette your love upon an unkinde woman:
For these women be all suche madde pievish elves,
They wyll not be woonne except it please them selves.
But in faith Custance if ever ye come in hell, 20
Maister Roister Doister shall serve you as well.
Good night Roger old knave, Farewel Roger olde knave.
Good night Roger olde knave, knave, knap.
_Nequando. Audiui vocem. Requiem æternam._
The Peale[628] of belles rong by the parish Clerk, _and Roister
Doisters foure men_