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   As this creatur was in the Postelys Cherch at Rome on Seynt Laterynes Day, the
Fadyr of Hevyn seyd to hir, "Dowtyr, I am wel plesyd wyth the inasmeche as thu
belevyst in alle the sacramentys of Holy Chirche and in al feyth that longith therto,
and specialy for that thu belevyst in manhode of my sone and for the gret compassyon
that thu hast of hys bittyr Passyon." Also the Fadyr seyd to this creatur, "Dowtyr, I wil
han the weddyd to my Godhede, for I schal schewyn the my prevyteys and my
cownselys, for thu schalt wonyn wyth me wythowtyn ende." Than the creatur kept sylens
in hir sowle and answeryd not therto, for sche was ful sor aferd of the Godhed and
sche cowde no skylle of the dalyawns of the Godhede, for al hir lofe and al hir affeccyon
was set in the manhode of Crist and therof cowde sche good skylle and sche wolde for
no thyng a partyd therfro. Sche was so meche affectyd to the manhode of Crist that
whan sche sey women in Rome beryn children in her armys, yyf sche myth wetyn that
thei wer ony men children, sche schuld than cryin, roryn, and wepyn as thei sche had
seyn Crist in hys childhode. And, yf sche myth an had hir wille, oftyntymes sche
wolde a takyn the childeryn owt of the moderys armys and a kyssed hem in the stede
of Criste. And, yyf sche sey a semly man, sche had gret peyn to lokyn on hym les than
sche myth a seyn hym that was bothe God and man. And therfor sche cryed many
tymes and oftyn whan sche met a semly man and wept and sobbyd ful sor in the
manhod of Crist as sche went in the stretys at Rome that thei that seyn hir wondryd ful
mych on hir, for thei knew not the cawse. And therfor it was no wondyr yyf sche wer
stille and answeryd not the Fadyr of Hevyn whan he teld hir that sche schuld be weddyd
to hys Godhed. Than seyd the Secunde Persone, Crist Jhesu, whoys manhode sche
lovyd so meche, to hir, "What seyst thu, Margery, dowtyr, to my Fadyr of thes wordys
that he spekyth to the? Art thu wel plesyd that it be so?" And than sche wold not
answeryn the Secunde Persone but wept wondir sor, desiryng to have stille hymselfe
and in no wyse to be departyd fro hym. Than the Secunde Persone in Trinité answeryd
to hys Fadyr for hir and seyde, "Fadyr, have hir excused, for sche is yet but yong and
not fully lernyd how sche schulde answeryn." And than the Fadyr toke hir be the hand
in hir sowle befor the Sone and the Holy Gost and the Modyr of Jhesu and alle the
twelve apostelys and Seynt Kateryn and Seynt Margarete and many other seyntys and
holy virgynes wyth gret multitude of awngelys, seying to hir sowle, "I take the, Margery,
for my weddyd wyfe, for fayrar, for fowelar, for richar, for powerar, so that thu be
buxom and bonyr to do what I byd the do. For, dowtyr, ther was nevyr childe so
buxom to the modyr as I schal be to the bothe in wel and in wo, to help the and comfort
the. And therto I make the suyrté." And than the Modyr of God and alle the seyntys
that wer ther present in hir sowle preyde that thei myth have mech joy togedyr. And
than the creatur wyth hy devocyon, wyth gret plenté of terys, thankyd God of this
gostly comfort, heldyng hirself in hir owyn felyng ryth unworthy to any swech grace
as sche felt, for sche felt many gret comfortys, bothe gostly comfortys and bodily
comfortys. Sumtyme sche felt swet smellys wyth hir nose; it wer swettyr, hir thowt,
than evyr was ony swet erdly thyng that sche smellyd beforn, ne sche myth nevyr
tellyn how swet it wern, for hir thowt sche myth a levyd therby yyf they wolde a
lestyd. Sumtyme sche herd wyth hir bodily erys sweche sowndys and melodiis that
sche myth not wel heryn what a man seyd to hir in that tyme les he spoke the lowder.
Thes sowndys and melodiis had sche herd nyhand every day the terme of twenty-five
yere whan this boke was wretyn, and specialy whan sche was in devowt prayer, also
many tymes whil sche was at Rome and in Inglond bothe. Sche sey wyth hir bodily
eyne many white thyngys flying al abowte hir on every syde as thykke in a maner as
motys in the sunne; it weryn ryth sotyl and comfortabyl, and the brygtare that the
sunne schyned, the bettyr sche myth se hem. Sche sey hem many dyvers tymes and in
many dyvers placys, bothe in chirche and in hir chawmbre, at hir mete and in hir
praerys, in felde and in towne, bothyn goyng and syttyng. And many tymes sche was
aferde what thei myth be, for sche sey hem as wel on nytys in dyrkenes as on daylygth.
Than, whan sche was aferde of hem, owir Lord seyd onto hir, "Be this tokyn, dowtyr,
beleve it is God that spekyth in the, for wherso God is hevyn is, and wher that God is
ther be many awngelys, and God is in the and thu art in hym. And therfor be not
aferde, dowtyr, for thes betokyn that thu hast many awngelys abowte the to kepyn the
bothe day and nygth that no devyl schal han power ovyr the ne non evyl man to der the."
Than fro that tyme forwarde sche usyd to seyn whan sche saw hem comyn, "Benedictus
qui venit in nomine domini." Also owr Lord gaf hir an other tokne, the whech enduryd
abowtyn sixteen yer and it encresyd evyr mor and mor, and that was a flawme of fyer
wondir hoot and delectabyl and ryth comfortabyl, nowt wastyng but evyr incresyng,
of lowe, for, thow the wedyr wer nevyr so colde, sche felt the hete brennyng in hir
brest and at hir hert, as verily as a man schuld felyn the material fyer yyf he put hys
hand or hys fynger therin. Whan sche felt fyrst the fyer of love brennyng in her brest,
sche was aferd therof, and than owr Lord answeryd to hir mend and seyde, "Dowtyr,
be not aferd, for this hete is the hete of the Holy Gost, the whech schal bren awey alle
thi synnes, for the fyer of lofe qwenchith alle synnes. And thu schalt undirstondyn be
this tokyn the Holy Gost is in the, and thu wost wel wherthatevyr the Holy Gost is ther
is the Fadir, and wher the Fadyr is ther is the Sone, and so thu hast fully in thi sowle al
the Holy Trinité. Therfor thow hast gret cawse to lovyn me ryth wel, and yet thu schalt
han grettyr cawse than evyr thu haddyst to lovyn me, for thu schalt heryn that thu nevyr
herdist, and thu schalt se that thu nevyr sey, and thu schalt felyn that thu nevyr feltist.
For, dowtyr, thu art as sekyr of the lofe of God as God is God. Thy sowle is mor sekyr
of the lofe of God than of thin owyn body, for thi sowle schal partyn fro thy body but
God schal nevyr partyn fro thi sowle, for thei ben onyd togedyr wythowtyn ende.
Therfor, dowtyr, thu hast as gret cawse to be mery as any lady in this werld, and, yyf
thu knew, dowtyr, how meche thu plesyst me whan thu suffyrst me wilfully to spekyn
in the, thu schuldist nevyr do otherwise, for this is an holy lyfe and the tyme is ryth
wel spent. For, dowtyr, this lyfe plesyth me mor than weryng of the haburjon or of the
hayr or fastyng of bred and watyr, for, yyf thu seydest every day a thowsand Pater
Noster, thu schuldist not plesyn me so wel as thu dost whan thu art in silens and
sufferyst me to speke in thy sowle.