¶ Ruth sleepeth at Booz feete, and is knowen his kynswoman.
CAPI. III.
THen Naomi her mother in lawe sayde vnto her: my doughter, shall I not seke [unspec A] rest for the, that thou mayst prosper? And is not Booz our kynsman, with whose maydens thou wast? Beholde, he wyndo•••••• barley to nyght in the threshyng flore: washe thy selfe therfore, and anoynte the, & put thy rayment vpon the, and get the downe to the barne. But let no man knowe of the, vutyl ••e haue lefte eatynge and drynkynge. And whē he gothe to slepe, marke the place where he layeth hym downe, and then go and lyfte vp the clothes, that are on his feete, and lay the downe there, and so shal he tel the what thou shalte do. And she answered her▪ all that thou byddest me, I wyl do.
And so she wente downe vnto the barne, [unspec B] and dyd accordyng to all that her mother in lawe bad her. And when Booz had eaten and dronken, and made hym merye, & was gone in, to lye downe besyde the heape of corne, she came softely, and lyfte vp the clothes of his fete, and layde her downe. And at mydnyght the man was afrayde and groped.
And beholde: a woman lay at his feete. And he sayde: what arte thou▪ she answered: I am Ruth thyne handmayde, spreade thy wynge ouer thyne handmayde, for thou arte the nexte of the hynne. He sayde: blessed be thou in the Lorde my doughter, for thou hast shewed moore goodnesse in the latter ende, then at the begynnynge, in as moche as thou folowedst not yonge men, whyther they were poore or ryche.
And nowe my doughter feare not, I wyl do to the all that thou requyrest, for all the [unspec C] Citye of my people dothe knowe, that thou arte a woman of vertue. And it is true that I am of thy nexte kynne: howe be it, there is one nygher then I.