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   Than on a Fryday beforn Crystmes Day, as this creatur, knelyng in a chapel of
Seynt John wythinne a cherch of Seynt Margrete in N, wept wondir sore, askyng
mercy and forgyfnes of hir synnes and hir trespas, owyr mercyful Lord Cryst Jhesu,
blessyd mot he be, ravysched hir spyryt and seyd onto hir: "Dowtyr, why wepyst
thow so sor? I am comyn to the, Jhesu Cryst, that deyd on the crosse sufferyng byttyr
peynes and passyons for the. I, the same God, forgefe the thi synnes to the utterest
poynt. And thow schalt nevyr com in helle ne in purgatorye, but, whan thow schalt
passyn owt of this world, wythin the twynkelyng of an eye thow schalt have the blysse
of hevyn for I am the same God that have browt thi synnes to thi mend and mad the to
be schreve therof. And I grawnt the contrysyon into thi lyves ende. Therfor I bydde
the and comawnd the, boldly clepe me Jhesus, thi love, for I am thi love and schal be
thi love wythowtyn ende. And, dowtyr, thu hast an hayr upon thi bakke. I wyl thu do
it away, and I schal give the an hayr in thin hert that schal lyke me mych bettyr than
alle the hayres in the world. Also, my derworthy dowtyr, thu must forsake that thow
lovyst best in this world, and that is etyng of flesch. And instede of that flesch thow
schalt etyn my flesch and my blod, that is the very body of Crist in the sacrament of
the awter. Thys is my wyl, dowtyr, that thow receyve my body every Sonday, and I
schal flowe so mych grace in the that alle the world schal mervelyn therof. Thow
schalt ben etyn and knawyn of the pepul of the world as any raton knawyth the
stokfysch. Drede the nowt, dowtyr, for thow schalt have the vyctory of al thin enmys.
I schal geve the grace inow to answer every clerke in the love of God. I swer to the be
my magesté that I schal nevyr forsakyn the in wel ne in wo. I schal helpyn the and
kepyn the that ther schal nevyr devyl in helle parte the fro me, ne awngel in hevyn, ne
man in erthe, for develys in helle mow not, ne awngelys in hevyn wyl not, ne man in
erthe schal not. And dowtyr, I wyl thow leve thi byddyng of many bedys and thynk
swych thowtys as I wyl putt in thi mend. I schal gevyn the leve to byddyn tyl sex of the
cloke to sey what thow wyld. Than schalt thow ly stylle and speke to me be thowt, and
I schal gefe to the hey medytacyon and very contemplacyon. And I byd the gon to the
ankyr at the Frer Prechowrys, and schew hym my prevyteys and my cownselys whech
I schewe to the, and werk aftyr hys cownsel, for my spyrit schal speke in hym to the."
Than this creatur went forth to the ankyr, as sche was comawndyd, and schewyd hym
the revelacyons swech as wer schewyd to hir. Than the ankyr wyth gret reverns and
wepyng, thankyng God, seyd, "Dowtyr, ye sowkyn evyn on Crysts brest, and ye han
an ernest peny of hevyn. I charge yow receyveth swech thowtys whan God wyl geve
hem as mekely and as devowtly as ye kan and comyth to me and tellyth me what thei
be, and I schal, wyth the leve of ower Lord Jhesu Cryst, telle yow whether thei ben of
the Holy Gost or ellys of yowr enmy the devyl."