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And than preyid sche to God, seying, "As wostly, Lorde, as it is thy wille that I 
schulde be clad in white, as grawnt me a tokne of levyn, thundyr, and reyn so that it 
hyndir ne noy no thyng that I unworthy may the rathyr fulfillyn thy wil." Than owr 
Lord answeryd and seyd unto hys unworthy servawnt, "Dowtyr, dowte it not, thu schalt 
have that tokyn be the thryd day." And so it was. On the Fryday next folwyng, erly in 
the morwenyng, as sche lay in hir bed, sche sey gret levyn, sche herd gret thundyr and 
gret reyn folwyng, and as swythe it passyd awey and was fayr wedir ageyn. And than 
sche purposyd hir fullych to weryn white clothis, saf sche had neithyr gold ne sylver 
to byen wyth hir clothyng. And than owr Lord seyd to hir sowle, "I schal ordeyn for 
the." Than went sche forth to a worshepful man in Norwich to whom sche was ryth 
wolcome and had gret chere. And, as thei sat togedyr tellyng good talys, evyr owr 
Lord seyde in hir sowle, "Speke to this man, speke to this man." Than sche seyd to 
that worshepful man, "Wolde God, ser, that I myth fyndyn a good man whech wolde 
lendyn me two nobelys tyl I myth payn hym ageyn to byen me clothys wyth." And he 
seyde, "That wil I do, damsel, gladly. What clothys wil ye weryn?" "Ser," sche seyde, 
"white clothis, wyth the leve of God." So this good man bowt white cloth and dede 
makyn hir a gowne therof and an hood, a kyrtyl, and a cloke. And on the Satyrday, 
whech was the next day, at evyn he browt hir this clothyng and gaf it hir for Goddys 
lofe, and meche mor goodnes dede to hir for owr Lordys lofe, Crist Jhesu be hys 
reward and have mercy upon hys sowle and on alle Cristen. And on the Trinité Sunday
next folwyng sche was howselyd al in white, and sithen hath sche sufferyd meche 
despyte and meche schame in many dyvers cuntreys, cyteys, and townys, thankyd be 
God of alle. And sone aftyr hir husbond cam fro Lynne unto Norwych to se how sche 
ferd and how sche had sped, and so went thei hom togedyr to Lynne. And sche in 
schort tyme aftyr fel in gret sekenes in so mech that sche was anoyntyd for dowt of 
deth. And sche desired, yf it wer the wil of God, that sche myth sekyn Seynt Jamys er 
sche deyid and suffyr mor schame for hys lofe, as he had hyte hir befor that sche schuld 
do. And than owr Lord Jhesu Crist seyd to hir in hir sowle that sche schuld not dey yet, 
and sche wend hirselfe that sche schulde not a levyd for hir peyn was so gret. And 
hastily aftyrwarde sche was heyl and hoyl. And than it drow into wyntyrwarde, and 
sche had so meche colde that sche wist not what sche myth do, for sche was powr and 
had no mony, and also sche was in gret dette. Than suffyrd sche schamys and reprevys 
for weryng of hir white clothys and for sche cryed so lowde whan owr Lord gaf hyr 
mende of hys Passyon. And for the compassyon that sche had of owr Lordys Passyon
sche cryed so wondyr lowde, and thei had nevyr herd hir cryen beforetyme, and it was 
the more merveyl onto hem. For sche had hir fyrst cry at Jerusalem, as is wretyn 
beforn. And many seyd ther was nevyr seynt in hevyn that cryed so as sche dede, 
wherfor thei woldyn concludyn that sche had a devyl wythinne hir whech cawsyd that 
crying. And so thei seyden pleynly and meche mor evyl. And al sche toke pacyently 
for owr Lordys lofe, for sche wist wel that the Jewys seyd meche wers of hys owyn 
persone than men dede of hir. And therfor sche toke it the mor mekely. Sum seyde 
that sche had the fallyng evyl, for sche wyth the crying wrestyd hir body turnyng fro 
the o syde into the other and wex al blew and al blo as it had ben colowr of leed. And 
than folke spitted at hir for horrowr of the sekenes, and sum scornyd hir and seyd that 
sche howlyd as it had ben a dogge and bannyd hir and cursyd hir and seyd that sche 
dede meche harm among the pepyl. And than thei that beforntyme had govyn hir 
bothyn mete and drynke for Goddys lofe now thei put hir awey and bodyn hir that 
sche schulde not come in her placys for the schrewyd talys that thei herd of hir. And 
aftyrward, whan tyme cam that sche wolde gon to Seynt Jamys, sche went to the best 
frendys that sche had in Lynne and telde hem hir entent, how sche purposyd to gon to 
Seynt Jamys yyf sche myth han good to gon wyth, but sche was powr and awt meche 
dette. And hir frendys seyden to hir, "Why have ye govyn awey yowr good and other 
mennys also? Wher schal ye now have so meche good as ye owe?" And sche seyd 
agen, "Owr Lord God schal helpyn ryth wel, for he fayld me nevyr in no cuntré, and 
therfor I trust hym ryth wel." And sodeynly cam a good man and gaf hir fowrty pens, 
and wyth sum therof sche bowt hir a pylche. And evyr owr Lord seyd to hir, "Dowtyr, 
stody thow for no good, for I schal ordeyn for the, but evyr stody thow to love me and 
kepe thi mende on me, for I schal go wyth the wher thow gost as I have hite the 
beforn." And aftyrwarde ther cam a woman, a good frend to this creatur, and gaf hyr 
seven marke for sche schulde prey for hir whan that sche come to Seynt Jamys. And 
than sche toke hir leve at hir frendys in Lynne, purposyng hir forward in al the hast that 
sche myth. And than was it seyd in Lynne that ther wer many thevys be the wey. 
Than had sche gret drede that thei schulde robbyn hir and takyn hir golde awey fro hir. 
And owr mercyful Lord, comfortyng hir, seyd onto hir, "Go forth, dowtyr, in the 
name of Jhesu, ther schal no thef han powyr ovyr the. Than went sche forth and cam to 
Brystowe on the Wednysday in Whitson weke, and ther fond sche redy the brokebakkyd 
man whech had ben wyth hir at Rome, whom sche left in Rome whan sche cam thens 
too yer befor this tyme. And, whil they wer in Rome, sche borwyd certeyn golde of 
hym and be the byddyng of God sche gaf awey to powr pepil al the mony that sche 
had, and that sche had borwyd of hym also, as is wretyn beforn. And than, whil sche 
was in Rome, sche hite hym to payn hym ageyn in Bristowe at this tyme, and so was 
he come thedyr for hys payment. And owr Lord Jhesu Crist had so ordeyned for hir, as 
sche went to Bristoweward, that ther was govyn hir so meche mony that sche myth 
wel payn the forseyd man al that sche awt hym. And so sche dede, blissed be owr Lord 
therfor. And than sche lay stille in Bristowe be the byddyng of God for to abyden 
schepyng six wokys, inasmech as ther wer non Englisch schepys that myth seylen 
thedyr for thei wer arestyd and takyn up for the kyng. And other pilgrymes that wer at 
Bristowe, desiryng to spedyn her jurné, went abowte fro port to port and sped nevyr 
the mor. And so thei cam ageyn to Bristowe, whyl sche lay stille and sped bettyr than 
they for al her labowr. And, whil sche was thus stille in Bristowe aftyr the byddyng of 
God, owr mercyful Lord Crist Jhesu visityd hys creatur wyth many holy meditacyons
and many hy contemplacyonys and many swet comfortys. And ther was sche howselyd 
every Sonday wyth plentyuows terys and boystows sobbyngys, wyth lowde cryingys 
and schille schrykyngys. And therfor many man and many woman wondyrd upon hir, 
skornyd hir and despised hir, bannyd hir and cursyd hir, seyde meche evyl of hir, 
slawndryd hir, and born hyr on hande that sche schulde a seyd thyng whech that sche 
seyd nevyr. And than wept sche ful sor for hir synne, preyng God of mercy and 
forgevenes for hem, seying to owr Lord, "Lord, as thu seydyst hangyng on the cros 
for thi crucyfyerys, `Fadyr, forgeve hem; thei wite not what thei don,' so I beseche 
the, forgeve the pepyl al scorne and slawndrys and al that thei han trespasyd, yyf it be 
thy wille, for I have deservyd meche mor and meche more am I worthy."