CCVII.
Contricio perfecta liberat a confusione
temporali.
Cesarius tellis how som tyme þer was in England̛ a clark þat was a chanon̛ in Lincoln̛ Mynster, and he was nere sybb cussyn̛ vnto þe bisshopp̛. & þer was a Iew wonnyd̛ in þe town̛, & he had a fayr doghter: and þis clerk̘ laburd̛ hur so att sho promysid̛ hym̛ att he suld̛ lyg by hyr, bod sho said̛ hur fadur luffid̛ hur so wele & kepid hur so þat þai myght nott com̛ samen bod on Gude Fryday nyght; ffor þan̛ þe Iewis hase bludie flux, & þai vse little to be occupyed̛ or com̛ forward̛. And when̛ þat night come, þis chanon̛ hafeyng no mynd̛ of þe Passion̛ of Criste þat he suffred̛ as þat day, come vnto hur & lay with hur vnto on̛ þe morn̛. And hur fadur rase & come in-to þe chambr̛ þer sho lay, & saw a man̛ in bedd̛ with his doghter, & he thoght for to hafe slayn̛ hym̛. And when̛ he lukid̛