Traitorly

Yea, as yee loue your ovvne life, peace, vvelfare; Rouze vp your ſpirits, avvaken your Chriſtian courage, and ſet your ſelues heartily againſt the traitorly ſinnes of theſe times, vvhich threaten the bane of all theſe. Cleanſe yee theſe Augean ſtables of our drunken Tauernes, of our profane ſtages, and of thoſe blinde Vaults of profeſſed filthineſſe, VVhoſe ſteppes goe dovvne to the chambers of Death; yea, to the deepe of Hell.

But wete ye wel whan ye are past this lodgynge / I shalle hurte you and I may / for ye slewe my fader traitourly / But fyrst for the loue of my lord sir Tor / and for the loue of sir Lamorak the honourable Knyght that here is lodged ye shal haue none ylle lodgynge / For hit is pyte that euer ye shold be in the company of good Knyghtes