fflaumed al ful of furi liȝes. [V2 leiȝes]
HE asked hit heiȝlich: "þorwh his miht
Þat alle deueles schal dreden and diht,
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And eke bi vertu of his blood
Þat for Monkynde diȝed on Rod,
Sey me a-non [V2 sikerly] þe soþe soone:
What hastou in þis place to done?
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What is þi cause, þou cursede wrecche,
Þus me at Masse to derue and drecche?"
ÞE gost onswerde wiþ dreri cher:
"I am þi Moodur þat þe beer,
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Þat for vn-schriuene dedes derne
In bitter peynes þus i berne."
ÞEn onswerd þe pope: "allas,
Allas, my Modur, þis wondur cas!
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Allas, my Modur, hou may þis be,
In such aray I þe to seo?
Men wenden witerli to-wisse
Þou weore wel worþi to habbe blisse
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And þat ful wel wiþ God þou were,
To preyen for us þat liuen ȝit here.
Sey me, modur, wiþ-outen feyne,
Whi art þou [V2 artou] put to al þis peyne?"
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Heo seide: "my sone, soþfastly
I schal þe telle þe cause why:
ffor I nas not such as I seemed,
But wikked and worse þen men me demed,
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