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Whan sche was passyd the watyr of Humbyr, anon sche was arestyd for a loller and 
ledde to presonwarde. Ther happyd to be a person whech had seyn hir beforn the 
Erchebischop of Yorke and gate hir leve to gon wher sche wolde and excusyd hir 
agen the baly and undirtoke for hir that sche was no loller. And so sche scapyd awey 
in the name of Jhesu. Than met sche wyth a man of London and hys wife wyth hym. 
And so went sche forth wyth hem tyl sche cam to Lyncolne, and ther sufferd sche 
many scornys and many noyful wordys, answeryng agen in Goddys cawse wythowtyn 
any lettyng, wysly and discretly that many men merveyled of hir cunnyng. Ther wer 
men of lawe seyd unto hir, "We han gon to scole many yerys, and yet arn we not 
sufficient to answeryn as thu dost. Of whom hast thu this cunnyng?" And sche seyd, 
"Of the Holy Gost." Than askyd thei, "Hast thu the Holy Gost?" "Ya, serys," seyd 
sche, "ther may no man sey a good worde wythowtyn the gyft of the Holy Gost, for 
owr Lord Jhesu Crist seyd to hys disciplys, `Stody not what ye schal sey, for it schal 
not be yowr spiryt that schal spekyn in yow, but it schal be the spiryt of the Holy 
Gost."' And thus owr Lord gaf hir grace to answer hem, worschepyd mote he be. 
Another tyme ther cam gret lordys men unto hir, and thei sworyn many gret othys, 
seying, "It is don us to wetyn that thu canst tellyn us whethyr we schal be savyd er 
damnyd." Sche seyd, "Ya, forsothe can I, for, as long as ye sweryn swech horrybyl 
othis and brekyn the comawndment of God wetyngly as ye do and wil not levyn yowr 
synne, I dar wel say ye schal be damnyd. And, yyf ye wil be contrite and schrevyn of 
yowr synne, wilfully don penawnce and levyn it whil ye may, in wil no mor to turne 
agen therto, I dar wel say ye schal be savyd." "What, canst thu noon otherwise tellyn 
us but thus?" "Serys," sche seyd, "this is ryth good, me thynkyth." And than thei went 
awey fro hir. Aftyr this sche cam homward agen til sche cam at West Lynne. Whan 
sche was ther, sche sent aftyr hir husbonde into Lynne Bischop, aftyr Maystyr Robert, 
hir confessowr, and aftyr Maistyr Aleyn, a doctowr of dyvinité, and telde hem in 
parcel of hyr tribulacyon. And sithyn sche telde hem that sche myth not comyn at hom 
at Lynne Bischop unto the tyme that sche had ben at the Erchebischop of Cawntyrbery 
for hys lettyr and hys seel. "For, whan I was befor the Erchebischop of Yorke," sche 
seyd, "he wolde geve no credens to my wordys inasmeche as I had not my lordys 
lettyr and seel of Cawntyrbery. And so I behestyd hym that I schulde not comyn in 
Lynne Bischop tyl I had my lordys lettyr and the seel of Cawntyrbury." And than sche 
toke hir leve of the sayd clerkys, askyng her blissyng, and passyd forth wyth hir 
husbonde to London. Whan sche cam ther, sche was sped of hir lettyr anon of the 
Erchebischop of Cawntirbury. And so sche dwellyd in the cité of London a long tyme 
and had ryth good cher of many worthy men. Sithyn sche cam unto Elywarde for to a 
comyn hom into Lynne, and sche was three myle fro Ely, ther cam a man rydyng aftyr
a gret spede and arestyd hir husbond and hir also, purposyng to ledyn hem bothyn into 
preson. He cruely rebukyd hem and alto revylyd hem, rehersyng many reprevows 
wordys. And at the last sche preyde hir husbonde to schewyn hym my Lordys lettyr of 
Cawntirbery. Whan the man had redde the lettyr, than he spak fayr and goodly unto 
hem, seying, "Why schewyd me not yowr lettyr beforn?" And so thei partyd awey fro 
hym and than comyn into Ely and fro thens hom into Lynne, wher sche suffryd meche 
despite, meche reprefe, many a scorne, many a slawndyr, many a bannyng, and many 
a cursyng. And on a tyme a rekles man, litil chargyng hys owyn schame, wyth wil and 
wyth purpose kest a bolful of watyr on hir hevyd comyng in the strete. Sche, no thyng 
mevyd therwyth, seyd, "God make yow a good man," heyly thankyng God therof, as 
sche dede of many mo other tymes.