1 We still have known thee for a holy man.
2 Both our remedies Within thy help and holy physic lies.
3 Come, I'll dispose of thee Among a sisterhood of holy nuns.
4 By my holy order, I thought thy disposition better temper'd.
5 It doth so, holy sir, and there's my master, One that you love.
6 And yet methinks it should not, For he hath still been tried a holy man.
7 Now afore God, this reverend holy Friar, All our whole city is much bound to him.
8 So smile the heavens upon this holy act That after-hours with sorrow chide us not.
9 As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; And all combin'd, save what thou must combine By holy marriage.
10 Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call her mine.
11 Come, come with me, and we will make short work, For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone Till holy church incorporate two in one.
12 Where I have learnt me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition To you and your behests; and am enjoin'd By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here, To beg your pardon.
13 Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.