| | 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 | |