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Sithyn that good man whech was hir ledar browte hir owt of the town and than 
went thei forth to Brydelyngton to hir confessowr, whech hite Sleytham, and spak 
wyth hym and wyth many other good men whech had cheryd hir befortyme and don 
meche for hir. Than sche wolde not abydyn ther but toke hir leve for to walke forth in 
hir jurné. And than hir confessowr askyd hir yyf sche durst not abydyn for the 
Erchebischop of Yorke, and sche seyd, "No, forsothe." Than the good man gaf hir 
sylver, besechyng hir to prey for hym. And so sche yed forth unto Hulle. And ther on 
a tyme, as thei went in processyon, a gret woman alto despysed hir, and sche seyd no 
word therto. Many other folke seyd that sche schulde be sett in preson and madyn gret 
thretyng. And notwythstondyng al her malyce, yet a good man cam and preyd hir to 
mete and mad hir ryth good cher. Than the malicyows pepil, the whech had despisyd 
hir beforn, cam to this good man and bad hym that he schulde do hir no good, for thei 
helde that sche was no good woman. On the next day at morwyn hir hoste led hir owt 
at the townys ende, for he durst no lengar kepyn hir. And so sche went to Hesyl and 
wolde a gon ovyr the watyr at Humbyr. Than happyd sche to fyndyn ther too Frer 
Prechowrys and two yemen of the Duke of Bedforthys. The frerys telde the yemen 
that woman sche was, and the yemen arestyd hir as sche wolde a takyn hir boot, and 
restyd a man that went wyth hir also. "For owr Lord," thei seyd, "the Duke of Bedforth 
hath sent for the. And thu art holdyn the grettest loller in al this cuntré er abowte 
London eythyr. And we han sowt the in many a cuntré, and we schal han an hundryd 
pownde for to bryng the beforn owr Lord." Sche seyd to hem, "Wyth good wil, serys, 
I schal gon wyth yow wher ye wil ledyn me." Than thei browt hir agen into Hesyl, and 
ther men callyd hir loller, and women cam rennyng owt of her howsys wyth her rokkys, 
crying to the pepil, "Brennyth this fals heretyk." So, as sche went forth to Beverleward 
wyth the seyd yemen and the frerys beforn seyd, thei mettyn many tymes wyth men of 
the cuntré, whech seyd unto hir, "Damsel, forsake this lyfe that thu hast, and go spynne 
and carde as other women don, and suffyr not so meche schame and so meche wo. We 
wolde not suffir so meche for no good in erthe." Than sche seyd to hem, "I suffir not 
so mech sorwe as I wolde do for owr Lordys lofe, for I suffir but schrewyd wordys, 
and owr merciful Lord Crist Jhesu, worshepyd be hys name, suffyrd hard strokys, 
bittyr scorgyngys, and schamful deth at the last for me and for al mankynde, blyssed 
mot he be. And therfor it is ryth nowt that I suffir in regarde to that he suffyrd." And so, 
as sche went wyth the forseyd men, sche telde hem good talys tyl on of the dukys 
men whech had arestyd hir seyd unto hir, "Me ovyrthynkyth that I met wyth the, for 
me semyth that thu seyst ryth good wordys." Than seyd sche unto hym, "Ser, 
ovyrthynkyth ne repentith yow not that ye met wyth me. Doth yowr lordys wille, and 
I trust al schal be for the best, for I am ryth wel plesyd that ye met wyth me." He seyd 
agen, "Damsel, yf evyr thu be seynt in hevyn, prey for me." Sche answeryd, seying to 
hym agen, "Sir, I hope ye schal be a seynt yowrselfe and every man that schal come to 
hevyn." So thei yedyn forth til thei comyn into Beverlé, wher dwellyd on of the mennys 
wifys that had arestyd hir. And thedyr thei leddyn hir and tokyn awey fro hir hir purs 
and hir ryng. Thei ordeynd hir a fayr chambyr and an honest bed therin wyth the 
necessarys, lokkyng the dor wyth the key and beryng awey the key wyth hem. Sithyn 
thei tokyn the man whom thei arestyd wyth hir, wheche was the Erchebischopys man 
of Yorke, and put hym in preson. And sone aftyr that same day cam tydyngys that the 
Erchebischop was comyn into the town wher hys man was put in preson. It was telde 
the Erchebischop of hys mannys presonyng, and anon he dede hym be latyn owte. 
Than that man went to the sayd creatur wyth angry cher, seying, "Alas that evyr knew 
I the. I have ben presonyd for the." Sche, comfortyng hym, seyd agen, "Havyth mekenes 
and pacyens, and ye schal have gret mede in hevyn therfor." So yed he awey fro hir. 
Than stode sche lokyng owt at a wyndown, tellyng many good talys to hem that wolde 
heryn hir, in so meche that women wept sor and seyde wyth gret hevynes of her 
hertys, "Alas, woman, why schalt thu be brent?" Than sche preyid the good wyfe of the 
hows to gevyn hir drynke, for sche was evyl for thryste. And the good wife seyde hir 
husbond had born awey the key, wherfor sche myth not comyn to hir ne gevyn hir 
drynke. And than the women tokyn a leddyr and set up to the wyndown and govyn hir 
a pynte of wyn in a potte and toke hir a pece, besechyng hir to settyn awey the potte 
prevyly and the pece that whan the good man come he myth not aspye it.