[Poems from the Vernon MS] | ||
Theodorus seide wiþ Mylde steuene:
“Ladi, as þou art qween of heuene,
Help me nou from worldly schome,
I preye þe in þi sones nome;
Þou wost wel, ladi, þer þou sist,
I putte þe gold in to a kist
And, to þis Ieuh þat hit schulde wende,
I preyed þe hit to him sende.
As I truste on þi sone and þe,
Ladi, þe soþe scheuh for me.”
“Ladi, as þou art qween of heuene,
Help me nou from worldly schome,
I preye þe in þi sones nome;
Þou wost wel, ladi, þer þou sist,
I putte þe gold in to a kist
And, to þis Ieuh þat hit schulde wende,
I preyed þe hit to him sende.
As I truste on þi sone and þe,
Ladi, þe soþe scheuh for me.”
[Poems from the Vernon MS] | ||