LXXV.
Apostate aliquando eciam mali peiores
efficiuntur.
Cesarius tellis how þer was som̛ tyme a yong man̛ þat made [hym] of a monk̘ of Ceustos ordur, and þuff [MS. if.] aƚƚ he was gretelie movid̛ be a bisshop̛ at was his Cussyn̛ to com̛ oute of þe place, yit neuer-þe-les he wolde nott, bod abade stiƚƚ & was professid̛, & efterward̛ made a preste. So afterward̛ be temptacion̛ of þe devuƚƚ, he gatt oute of his place & went vnto a grete company of thevis; & he, þat was gude emang his brethir, was þer þe warste of aƚƚ. So on̛ a tyme, at þe sege of a Casteƚƚ, hym̛ happend̛ to be hurte with ane arow, & was bown̛ to dye. And men̛ abowte cownceld̛ hym̛ to shryfe hym̛, and̛ he ansswerd̛ & sayd̛; "What may shrifte profett me, þat hase done so many grete trispasis?" And þe preste told̛ hym̛ þat þe mercie of God was more þan̛ was aƚƚ hys syn̛. And þan̛ he began̛ to shryfe hym̛, & sett hym̛ down̛ on̛ his kneis befor̛ þe preste; and God sent hym̛ swilk contricion̛ þat euer when̛ he began̛ to shryfe hym̛, he sighed̛ & wepid̛ so sore þat he mott not speke a wurd̛. So at þe laste he tuke his spiritt vnto hym̛ & sayd̛; "Sur, I hafe synnyd̛ ofter þan̛ þer is graveƚƚ in þe see, and I hafe gane oute of myne ordur and felashippid̛ me with thevis & lurdans, & slayn̛ many a man̛. And if þai be savid̛ I mon̛ nott, ffor I hafe violatt & fylid̛ many mens wyvis, & þer chuldre, & burnyd þer howsis, & done many other infenyte illis." And þe preste was bod a fule & said̛; " Maior est iniquitas tua quam veniam mercaris: