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The sayd creatur and hir felawschip entryd her schip on the Thursday in Passyon
Weke, and God sent hem fayr wynde and wedyr that day and the Fryday, but on the 
Satirday owr Lord, turnyng hys hand as hym likyd, and the Palme Sonday also, prevyng 
her feith and her pacyens, wyth the two nyghtys, sent hem swech stormys and tempestys 
that thei wendyn alle to a ben perischyd. The tempestys weryn so grevows and hedows 
that thei myth not rewlyn ne governe her schip. Thei cowde no bettyr chefsyawns than 
comendyn hem self and her schip to the governawns of owr Lord; thei left her craft 
and her cunnyng and leet owr Lord dryvyn hem wher he wolde. The sayd creatur had 
sorwe and care inow; hir thowt sche had nevyr so mech beforn. Sche cryid to owr 
Lord for mercy and preservyng of hir and alle hir felaschep. Sche thowt in hir mende, 
Lord, for thi lofe cam I hedyr, and thu hast oftyn tyme behite me that I schulde 
nevyr perischyn neithyr on londe ne in watyr ne wyth no tempest. The pepil hath 
many tyme bannyd me, cursyd me, and wariid me for the grace that thu hast wrowt in 
me, desiryng that I schulde deyin in myschef and gret disese, and now, Lord, it is lyke 
that her bannyng comyth to effect, and I, unworthy wretche, am deceyvyd and 
defrawdyd of the promys that thu hast mad many tyme onto me, whech have evyr 
trostyd in thi mercy and thi goodnesse, lesse than thu the sonar wythdrawe thes 
tempestys and schewe us mercy. Now may myn enmyis enjoyin, and I may sorwyn yf 
thei have her intent and I be deceyvyd. Now, blisful Jhesu, have mende of thy many- 
fold mercy and fulfille thi behestys that thu hast behite me. Schewe thu art sothfast 
God and non evyl spiryt that hast browte me hedyr into the perellys of the see, whoys 
cownsel I have trustyd and folwyd many yerys and schal don thorw thi mercy yf thu 
delyvyr us owt of this grevows perellys. Help us and socowr us, Lord, er than we 
perischyn er dispeyryn, for we may not long enduryn this sorw that we ben in 
wythowtyn thi mercy and thi socowr." Owr mercyful Lord, spekyng in hir mende, 
blamyd hir of hyr feerdnes, seying, "Why dredist the? Why art thu so aferd? I am as 
mythy her in the see as on the londe. Why wilt thu mistrostyn me? Al that I have hite 
the I schal trewly fulfillyn, and I schal nevyr deceyvyn the. Suffyr paciently a while and 
have trost in my mercy. Wavyr nowt in thy feith, for wythowtyn feith thu maist nowt 
plesyn me. Yyf thu woldist verily trostyn in me and no thyng dowtyn, thu maist han 
gret comfort in thi self and mythist comfortyn al thy felaschep wher ye ben now alle in 
gret drede and hevynes." Wyth swech maner of dalyawns and meche mor hy and holy 
than evyr I cowde writyn owr Lord confortyd hys creatur, blissyd mote he ben. Holy 
seyntys whech sche preyid onto daliid unto hir sowle be the sufferawns of owr Lord, 
gevyng hir wordys of gret comfort. At the last cam owr Lady and seyd, "Dowtyr, be of 
a good comfort. Thu hast evyr fowndyn my tydingys trewe, and therfor be no lengar 
aferd, for I telle the trewly thes wyndys and tempestys schal sone sesyn and ye schal han 
rith fayr wedyr." And so, blissyd mote God ben, it was in schort tyme aftyr her schip
was drevyn into Norwey coost, and ther thei londyd on Good Fryday and abedyn ther 
Estern Evyn, and Estern Day, and the Monday aftyr Estern. And on that Monday thei 
weryn howselyd wythinne the schip alle that longyd to the schip. On Estern Day the 
maistyr of the schip and the sayd creatur and other for the most partye of the schipgynge 
went on lond and herdyn her servyse at the chirche. Aftyr the use of the cuntré the cros 
was reisyd on Estern Day abowte noon tyme, and sche had hir meditacyon and hir 
devocyon wyth wepyng and sobbyng as wel as yf sche had ben at hom. God drow not 
hys grace fro hir neithyr in cherch, ne in schip, ne in the see, ne in no place that sche 
cam to, for evyr sche had hym in hir sowle. Whan thei had receyvyd the sacrament on 
Estern Monday, as is wretyn beforn, owr Lord sent hem a fayr wynde that browte hem 
owt of that cuntré and drofe hem hom into Duchelond as thei desiryd. The forseyd 
creatur fond swech grace in the maistyr of the schip that he ordeynd for hir mete and 
drynke and al that was necessary unto hir as long as sche was wythinne the schip, and 
was as tendyr to hir as sche had ben hys modyr. He curyd hir in the schip wyth hys 
owyn clothys, for ellys sche myth a deyd for colde, sche was not purveyd as other 
weryn. Sche went at the biddyng of owr Lord, and therfor hyr maistyr whech bad hir 
gon purveyid for hir so that sche ferd as wel as any of hir felawschep, worschep and 
preysyng be to owr Lord therfor.