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Than sche beheld in the syght of hir sowle owr blisful Lord Crist Jhesu comyng to 
hys passyonward, and, er he went, he knelyd down and toke hys moderys blissyng. 
Than sche saw hys modyr fallyng down in swownyng befor hir sone, seyng unto hym, 
"Alas, my der Sone, how schal I suffyr this sorwe and have no joy in al this werlde but 
the alone." "A, der Sone, yyf thu wilt algatys dey, late me deye befor the and late me 
nevyr suffyr this day of sorwe, for I may nevyr beryn this sorwe that I schal han for thi 
deth. I wolde, Sone, that I myth suffir deth for the so that thu schuldist not deyin, yyf 
mannys sowle myth so be savyd. Now, der sone, yyf thu have no rewth of thiself, have 
rewth of thi modyr, for thu wost ful wel ther can no man in al this worlde comfortyn 
me but thu alone." Than owr Lord toke up hys modyr in hys armys and kissyd hir ful 
swetly and seyde to hyr, "A, blissyd modyr, beth of a good cher and of a good comforte, 
for I have teld yow ful oftyn that I must nedys suffyr deth and ellys schulde no man be 
savyd ne nevyr comyn in blisse. And modir, it is my fadyrs wil that it be so, and 
therfor I preye yow late it be yowr wil also, for my deth schal turne me to gret worschep 
and yow and al mankynde to gret joye and profyte whech that trustyn in my passyon 
and werkyn theraftyr. And therfor, blissyd modir, ye must abydyn her aftyr me, for in 
yow schal restyn al the feith of Holy Chirch, and be yowr feith Holy Chirch schal encresyn 
in hir feith. And therfor I prey yow, derworthy modyr, cesyth of yowr sorweng, for I 
schal not levyn yow comfortlees. I schal levyn her wyth yow John, my cosyn, to 
comfort yow in stede of me; I schal send myn holy awngelys to comfort yow in erth; and 
I schal comfortyn yow in yowr sowle myn owyn self, for, modir, ye wote wel I have 
behyte yow the blys of hevyn and that ye ar sekyr therof. A, derworthy modyr, what 
wolde ye bettyr than ther I am kyng ye for to be qwen, and alle awngelys and seyntys 
schal be buxom to yowr wil. And what grace ye aske me I schal not denye yowr desyr. I 
schal gevyn yow powyr ovyr the develys that thei schal be aferd of yow and ye not of 
hem. And also, my blissyd modyr, I have seyd to yow befor tyme that I schal comyn for 
yow myn owyn self whan ye schal passyn owt of this world wyth alle myn awngelys and 
alle myn seyntys that arn in hevyn and bryng yow befor my fadyr wyth al maner of 
musyk, melody, and joy. And ther schal I sett yow in gret pees and rest wythowtyn ende. 
And ther schal ye be corownyd as for Qwen of Hevyn, as for lady of al the worlde, and 
as for Empres of Helle. And therfor, my derworthy modyr, I pray yow blissyth me and 
late me go do my fadrys wille, for therfor I cam into this worlde and toke flesch and blood 
of yow." Whan the sayd creatur beheld this gloriows syght in hir sowle and saw how 
he blissyd hys modyr and hys modyr hym, and than hys blissyd modyr myth not 
spekyn o word mor to hym but fel down to the grownde, and so thei partyd asundyr, 
hys modyr lying stille as sche had ben ded, than the sayd creatur thowt sche toke owr 
Lord Jhesu Crist be the clothys and fel down at hys feet, preyng hym to blissyn hir, 
and therwyth sche cryid ful lowde and wept rith sor, seying in hir mende, "A, Lord, 
wher schal I become? I had wel levar that thu woldist sle me than latyn me abydyn in 
the worlde wythowtyn the, for wythowtyn the I may not abydyn her, Lord." Than 
answeryd owr Lord to hir, "Be stille, dowtyr, and rest wyth my modyr her and com- 
fort the in hir, for sche that is myn owyn modyr must suffyr this sorwe. But I schal 
come ageyn, dowtyr, to my modyr and comfortyn hir and the bothyn and turnyn al yowr 
sorwe into joye." And than hir thowt owr Lord went forth hys wey, and sche went to 
owr Lady and seyd, "A, blissyd Lady, risith up and late us folwe yowr blissyd sone as 
long as we may se hym that I may lokyn inow upon hym er he deye. A, der Lady, how 
may yowr hert lestyn and se your blisful sone se al this wo? Lady, I may not dur it, and 
yyt am I not hys modyr." Than owr Lady answeryd and seyd, "Dowtyr, thu herist wel 
it wil non otherwise be, and therfor I must nedys suffyr it for my sonys lofe." And 
than hir thowt that thei folwyd forth aftyr owr Lord and sey how he mad hys preyeris 
to hys fadyr in the Mownt of Olyvete and herdyn the goodly answer that cam fro hys 
fadyr and the goodly answer that he gaf hys fadyr ageyn. Than sche sey how owr Lord 
went to hys discipulys and bad hem wakyn; hys enmys wer ner. And than com a gret 
multitude of pepil wyth meche lyght and many armyd men wyth stavys, swerdys, and 
polexis to sekyn owr Lord Jhesu Crist. Owr merciful Lord as a meke lombe seying 
onto hem, "Whom seke ye?" Thei answeryd wyth a scharp spiryt, "Jhesu of Nazareth." 
Owr Lord seyd agen, "Ego sum." And than sche sey the Jewys fallyn down on the 
grownde, thei mowt not stondyn for drede, but anon thei resun ageyn and sowtyn as 
thei had don beforn. And owr Lord askyd, "Whom seke ye?" And thei seyd ageyn, 
"Jhesu of Nazareth." Owr Lord answeryd, "I it am." And than anon sche sey Judas 
come and kyssyn owr Lord, and the Jewys leyd handys upon hym ful violentlyche. 
Than had owr Lady and sche meche sorwe and gret peyn to se the lombe of innocencye 
so contemptibly be haldyn and drawyn wyth hys owyn pepil that he was specialy sent 
unto. And aswithe the sayd creatur beheld wyth hir gostly eye the Jewys puttyng a 
cloth beforn owr Lordys eyne, betyng hym and bofetyng hym in the hevyd and bobyng 
hym beforn hys swete mowth, criyng ful cruelly unto hym, "Telle us now how smet 
the." Thei sparid not to spittyn in hys face in the most schamful wise that thei cowde. 
And than owr Lady and sche hyr unworthy handmaydyn for the tyme wept and syhyd 
ful sor for the Jewys ferd so fowle and so venymowslych wyth hir blisful Lord. And 
thei wolde not spare to luggen hys blisful erys and drawyn the her of hys berd. And 
anon aftyr sche saw hem drawyn of hys clothys and makyn hym al nakyd and sithyn 
drewyn hym forth aforn hem as it had ben the most malefactowr in al the worlde. And 
he went forth ful mekely aforn hem al modyr nakyd as he was born to a peler of ston 
and spak no worde ageyn hem but leet hem do and sey what thei wolde. And ther thei 
bowndyn hym to the peler as streyt as thei cowde and beetyn hym on hys fayr white 
body wyth baleys, wyth whippis, and wyth scorgys. And than hyr thowt owr Lady 
wept wondir sor. And therfor the sayd creatur must nedys wepyn and cryin whan sche 
sey swech gostly syghtys in hir sowle as freschly and as verily as yyf it had ben don in 
dede in hir bodily syght, and hir thowt that owr Lady and sche wer alwey togedyr to se 
owr Lordys peynys. Swech gostly syghtys had sche every Palme Sonday and every 
Good Fryday, and in many other wise bothe many yerys togedyr. And therfor cryid 
sche and wept ful sor and suffyrd ful myche despite and repref in many a cuntré. And 
than owr Lord seyd to hir sowle, "Dowtyr, thes sorwys and many mo suffyrd I for thi 
lofe, and divers peynys, mo than any man can tellyn in erth. Therfor, dowtyr, thu hast 
gret cawse to lovyn me ryght wel, for I have bowt thi lofe ful der."