| And forth she sayled in to the salt se | |
| O my Custaunce ful of benignite | |
| O Emperours yong doughter dere | |
350 | He that is lord ouyr fortune be thy stere | |
| She blissid hir and with ful pitous vois | |
| Vnto the cros of crist said she | |
| O clere O woful auter holy croys | |
| Rede of the lambis blood ful of pyte | |
355 | That wesshist the worlde fro old iniquite | |
| Me fro the fend and fro his clawis kepe | |
| That day that I shal drenche in the depe | |
| Victorious tre of protection trewe | |
| That only were ordeyned forto bere | |
360 | The kyng of heuen with his woundis newe | |
| The whyte lamb that hurt was with a spere | |
| Flemer of fendis out of hym and of here | |
| Of whiche thy lymes feithfully extende | |
| Me kepe and yeue me myght to amende | |
365 | Yeris and dayes fleet this creature | |
| Thorow out the se of greek in to the streyte | |
| Of Marrok as it was her auenture | |
| O many a sory meel may she beyte | |
| Aftir her deth ful ofte may she wayte | |
370 | Or that the wilde wawes wolde her dryue | |
| Vnto the place where that she shal arryue | |
| Men myghte aske why she was not slayn | |
| And ek atte feste who myghte her body saue | |
| And I answere to that demaunde agayn | |
375 | Who sauyd Daniel in the horrible Caue | |