Merveyled how that hit myȝt be. [that fehlt. myghte so be.]
Then seide the president: "O fayre may|den Dorothe, [maide.]
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Turne to oure lawes and do honoure [vneto.]
Vnto oure goddis that myȝti be,
And ȝe schalle haue the more favoure. [ȝe st. þou.] [ande þou schalte.]
Thow art chastisede ynow for thyne offence [þi.]
And that thow hast oure goddis defyed". [In þat.]
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Sche bowid not for alle his eloquence — [noȝt. alle fehlt.]
Hire hert in Criste was trewly tyed. [god st. Criste.]
And oþer crafte then he aspied: [Anoþer.]
And send Cristem and Kalixtem, hire sustres bothe, [sent for. sisturs.]
That for fere of dethe hadden denyed [hade.]
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Goddis lawe, thowȝ they were lothe: [thow.]
For that they schulde revoke the spirite [that fehlt. speryte.]
Of god that was hire sustere withynne.
But sche was stedefaste and wolde not flytte [178-9: of gode þat was stedfaste & wolde not flitte.]
In no wise, to consent to synne.
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But mekely then sche did begynne
To stable hire sustris in goddis lawe [sistire.]
And put awey the errour that they were ynne: [and to pute awaie.]
And they consented vnto hire sawe. [consentynge to.]
When Fabricius herd of there conuer|sacione, [whane, þer.]
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He comaunded the sustres bothe two [sistirs. too=two.]
Bake to bake forto be boundene [boundene st. boundon.]
And than in fyre forto be doo. [than fehlt. fier.]
They were b(r)ennyd and martird soo,
The sustres II, Cristenn and Kalixtem, [thies sisters too.]
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And passid oute of this exile and this woo [exille.]
Evene streyȝt to the blisse of heuene. [Euyne forthe to.]
Then seide Fabricius to Dorothe: [vneto.]
"How longe schalle we suffre this dery|sione [dirisione.]
Withe thi wichecraft and thy sorcery? [socerie.]
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Hit is to vs a grete abhusione. [abusione.]
Do sacrifice to oure goddis anone,
Or ellis fulle sone thow schalt be dede;
For ordeyned is thi confusione: [confucione.]
Do sacrifice or lees thyne hed". [or elles lose þi hede.]
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Dorothe answerd with glad chere:
"Brynge forthe alle thi turmentrie,
And thow schalt fynde me redy here [shalle.]
To suffre alle thi tiranny
For Jhesu, my spous, whom worschip y:
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For in his gardyn of delycis [delice.]
Aples and roses that smelle swetely, [appuls. swetly.]
I schalle plante, with oþer spicis:
There schalle y be mery for euermore,
In his blisse, eternally,
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For trew kepyng of his lore".
At hire wordis Fabricius had envie,
In his wodenesse he seide (sche) schulde abye.
Withe staves hire visage they al to-rent,
Tille they that bete hire were wery. [to = till.]
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This virgyn suffred alle here turment. [hire.]
Hire face was swellid and alle to-blowe, [alle to-blowe st. also blo.] [and also blo.]
Alle to-raced and alle torne. [rasyde. to-torne.]
To prison sche was comaunded soo,
There to abyde vnto the morne.
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But he that was of a wirgyne borne, [But fehlt. God st. he.]
Hire lorde and spous, Criste Jhesu,
Made hire fresche as rose on thorne, [as freche os.]
Bryȝt of colowre and fayre of hewe. [hew.]
