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Here begynneth the prolog of the holy seynt, Seynt Margarete, compendyously compiled in balade by Lidgate dan Johan, Monk of Bury, Ao VIIIo h VI i. At the reverence of Seynt Margarete    My purpos is hir lyfe to compile; Though I have no rethorikes swete    Nor colour noon t'enbelisshe with my style    Yet dar I seyn, it happeth so somen while, Under writyng rude of apparence Mater is hid of grete intellygence. Ful ofte falleth, in this chestys blake    Golde and perlys and stones of grete prys Ben ylooke and into warde ytake;    And by sentence and the prudent avys    Of philosoffres, that holden were so wys, A royal ruby in whiche ther is no lak May closed ben in a ful pore sak. And though that I have noon eloquence nbsp;  For to discryve hir parfit holynesse Hir chaste lyf, hir tendre innocence, nbsp;  Hir martirdam wrought by grete duresse,- nbsp;  Ay unmutable in hir stablenesse, Unto the dethe ay one in hir suffraunce, So was hir herte roted on constaunce. In Crystes feith she gan hir so delyte,    For whom she lyste despyse al worldly glorye, This daysye, with leves rede and white,    Purpul hewed, as maked is memorye,    Whan that hir blode was shad oute by victorye, The chaste lely of whos maydenhede Thorugh martyrdam was spreynt with roses rede. Margarete, the storye dothe hir calle,    After a stone ynamed "margarite," A precyous gemme amonge these stones alle,    In there bokes as clerkys liste to write;    For of nature perlys echone ben white, Right vertuous of kynde, rounde and smalle - Whiche propurtees resemblen hir at alle. She was first white by virginyté,    In al hir lyvyng prevyde vertuous, And smal she was by humylité;    Right strong in God, this maide glorious;    And for she was thurgh deth victoryous, Thurgh her triumphe she gate the palme in hevene, With laurer crowned above the sterres sevene. This stone in vertu is a cordyal,    To the spirit a grete confortatyf; Right so hir herte was imperyal -    I mene, in vertu duryng al hir lyf;    For she venquesshed with al hir mortal stryf The devel, the worlde, her storye dothe devyse, And of hir flesshe she made a sacryfice Unto the Lorde, that starf upon the Rode,    Whan He liste deye for oure redempcyoun; So this virgine, t'aquyte Him, shad hir blode    Ful benygnely in her passyoun.    O gemme of gemmes, vyrgyn of most renoun, Thy lif to write be thou my socoure, And shede of grace the aureat lycoure Into my penne, quakyng of verray drede,    Of retoryke for I have no muse Duely to write thi martirdom; in dede,    Ne were oo thyng, I wolde me excuse -    That thou of grace wylt me not refuse But dyrectyn, O blysful lode-sterre, Me and my penne to conveye, whan I erre. Lat thi lyght in derkenesse be my guyde    Tochyng this processe whiche I have undertake. Remembre, O virgyne, upon that other side    On hir that caused, oonly for thi sake,    Thyn holy lyf me to compile and make, - My Lady Marche I mene, whiche of entent Gafe firste to me in commaundement That I shulde considre welle and see    In Frensshe and Latyne thyn holy passyoun, Thi martirdam and thi virginité,    And therof make a compilacyoun;    So, as I cowde, under correccioun, And under supporte of alle that shal it rede, Upon this storye thus I wylle procede. Here endeth the prolog of Seynt Margarete, and next folwyng begynneth the storye of hir In Anthiochye, a famous grete citee,    This blyssed mayde, this martir gloryous Whilom was born, hire legende ye may see, -    Hir fader callid Theodosius;    And as the storye playnly telleth us, A patryark he was of paynym lawes After the ryghtes used in tho dawes. To a noryce this mayde was ytake,    Right gracious of shape and of visage. The paynym lawe of herte she hath forsake    And was baptised in hir tendre age,    For whiche hir fader gan fallen in a rage And to hirward bare ful grete haterede, Whan that he knewe she crystened was in dede. And whan that she by processe dede atteyne    Unto the age of fiftene yere, With othir maydnes of beauté sovereyne,    This holy virgyne, benygne and glad of chere,    Flouryng in vertu, moste goodly and entere, Humble of hir porte, this gracyous creature Kepte of hir noryce the shepe in theire pasture. Devoyde of pride, of rancour and of ire,    She called was a mirrour of mekenesse. The Holy Gost hir herte so dede enspire    That wille and thought were sette on parfitnesse;    To thynke on Criste was holy hir gladnesse, And chere benygne to alle she dede shewe, Softe of hir speche, and but of wordys fewe. She gat hir love upon every syde    By cause she was so inly vertuous, For God and grace with hir dide abide -    Al thyng eschewyng that was vycious -    Til that the Prefette, called Olibrius, Of aventure rode on his pleyng, Where he sawe first this mayde, hir shepe kepyng. He was ravesshede anoon with hir beauté,    Hir grete fairnesse whan he dide adverte, Hir fresshe face eke whan he dide see;    Hir hevenly iyen perced thurgh his herte,    Brent in his corage with importable smerte. This cruel wolfe, for love inpacyent, Cast him devowre this cely innocent. Firste to himself thus he spake and sayde:     "What is she, this? Where doth this goodely duelle?" Who sawe ever toforn so faire a maide,    Whiche alle othir in beauté dothe excelle?    Of wommanhede she is the verray welle, For me semeth myn herte in every weyne Is thurgh perced with hir iyen tweyne." And with that thought he made for to gone    His servauntes to hir innocence, Bad thei sholde enquere of hir anone,    What that she was, with al hir diligence,    And reporte unto his presence Of hir lynage playnly how it stode And where she were born of gentil blode; "And of hir birthe if that she be fre,    I wille hir have sothely to my wyfe, Love and cherysshe for her grete beauté,    As it is skyle, duryng al my lyfe,    That atwene us ther shal be no strife; And if she be born of foreyne lyne, I wille hir take to myn concubyne." Whan she was brought unto his presence,    First he enquerede of hir condicyoun, Bad hir declare platly in sentence    Of hir lawe and hir religioun,    And of hir kyn, by short conclusyoun, Clerly dyscure, and the trouthe attame, Hooly hir purpos, and what was hir name. She, not to rekel for noon hastynesse,    But ful demure and sobre of contenaunce, Gan looke on him by grete avisenesse,    Dressyng to God hir hertes remembraunce;    Of chere nor colour ther was no variaunce. Constaunt of herte, this holy blyssed mayde To the Prefecte evene thus she saide: "Touchynge my lynage, by successyoun    My bloide conveied is fro grete noblesse, My name Margarete; and of religioun    I am Cristen, in verray sothfastnesse;    And in that lawe, withoute doublenesse, For lyf or dethe playnly I wille abide, Persevere stable, and varien on no side." Wherof the juge in manere gan disdeyne,    To hir saide, for short conclusioun, "Margarete, ther ben thynges tweyne    Ful covenable to thi condicyoun:    And this the first, to myn oppinioun, Of thi byrthe the grete nobilité, And the seconde is thi grete beauté, "Whiche in thi persone joyned ben yfere,    Worthi to be called a Margarite, Of fairnesse of shape and eke of chere,    A chose gemme among these perles white;    And in this tweyne for I me delite, Sewyng my counsaille thou mustest condiscende Better avysed the thride to amende. "To thi beauté it were a ful grete loos,    To thi youthe and to thi maydenhede, To leve on him that deide on a croos.    I holde it foly; wherfore take goode hede,    Forsake his feithe, and do as I thee rede: First lat that god of thee be denyed Whiche on a tre was hange and crucified." "Certes," quod she, "whatever that thou seye,    He wilfully suffred passioun And humbely liste for mankynde deye,    And sched His blode for oure redempcioun    To make us fre, and payen oure raunsoun, Of His joye that we ne sholde mysse Where now He regneth eternaly in blysse." The juge, wrothe, sent hir to prisoun,    There to abide tille on the next day; Makyng as thoo no dilacioun,    Bad she sholde in al the haste thei may    Be brought aforn him, to seyn yee or nay Touchyng hir creaunce, what was hir lawe or feith. And to hir evenne thus he seithe: "Margarete," quod he, "have pité on thyne age,    And have eke mercy on thi grete fairnesse. Spille not thi thought of foly ne of rage,    But tourn thyn herte, and thi wittes dresse    To oure goddes, and do thi besynesse Hem to honour and plese her deyeté, As thou desirest to lyve in prosperité." Quod she ageyn: "With hert, wille and thoughte    I worship Him verrayly in dede That made man, and after hath him bought,    Whom hevene and erthe and the see dothe drede.    Alle elementes He dothe conveie and lede, For wynde, nor weder, nor no creature Withoute His mercy may no while endure." Quod the juge: "Anoon but thou consente    To my desire as thou hast herde devyse, Truste fully that thou shalt repente.    For first I shall in ful cruel wyse    Mercyles thy body so chastyse - Trust me welle, this is no feyned tale - Thi flesshe assonder kerve on peces smale." Quod Margarete, "While that me lastethe brethe,    I shal abide in this oppinioun. Sytthe Criste for me suffred peyne and dethe,    Shad al His blode for my redempcyoun,    So for His sake, of hole affeccyoun, Be assured that I have no drede To deye for Him, and al my blode to shede." The juge thanne upon a galowe tre    Lete hangen up this holy pure virgyne, Hir flesshe be rente in his cruelté,    Whos blode ran doun right as eny lyne;    Lyke a quyke this mayden in hir pyne Shad oute hir blode, hir veynes al torent, Til of hir body the lycour was al spent. Allas the while! Thei that stode beside    Ful sore wepten of compassyoun. Allas! For doole thei myght unnethe abide    To sene hir blode so renne and rayle doun.    So importable was hir passyoun For Cristes feithe that the peple abraide And of pité thus to hir thei saide: "O Margareta, allas, whan we take hede    Hou thou whilom were faireste on to see, But now, allas! Thi body is al rede,    Steyned with blode, whereof we han pité.    Allas! allas! Hou myght it evere be To sene a mayde yonge, fresshe, and tendre of age Mighty to endure of tourment suche a rage? "Whi hast thou lost thyn excellent fairenesse?    Whi hast thou lost thi shape and thy beauté? And fynal cause of thi mortal distresse    Is thi wilful incredulité.    Lete fantasies oute of thyn herte fle Now at the last, that thou maist in eese Of thi turment the bitternesse appese." Quod she: "Goth hens, ye fals counsaylirys,    Ye worldly peple, unsad and ever untrewe, Flesshely, chaungeable, and in youre desirys    Delityng evere in thinges that be newe;    Amonge remembreth - and wolde God ye knewe - That of my flesshe the mortal tourmentrie Is to my soule chief salve and remedie." And to the juge thus she saide and spake:     "O gredy hounde, lyoun insaciable, On my body thou maiste welle taken wrake,    But the soule shal persevere stable,    For Cristes feith abiden immutable. For thilke Lorde Crist Jhesu, whom I serve, From al myschief my spirit shal preserve." The juge, confuse sittyng in the place,    To beholde myght not sustene The rede blode rayle aboute hir face,    Lyke a ryver rennyng on the grene;    Toke his mantel in his mortal tene, Hid his visage, whanne that he toke hede, In herte astoned to sene hir sydes blede; Made hir in hast to be take doun    Myd of hir peyne cruel and horrible, And efte ageyne putte hir in prisoun,    Where she prayde: if it were possible,    Hir mortal foo, dredful and odible, The Lorde besechynge that she myght him see, Whiche cause was of hir adversité, Hir impugnynge thurgh his mortal fight    That man first brought to destruccyoun. And sodeynly appered in hir sight,    Where as she lay bounden in prisoun,    In the lykenesse of a felle dragoun The olde serpent, whiche called is Sathan, And hastyly to assayle hir he began. With open mouthe, the virgyne to devour,    First of alle, he swolwed in hir hede, And she devoutly, hirself to socoure,    Gan crosse hirself, in hir mortal drede;    And by grace, anoon or she toke hede, The horrible beste, in relees of hir peyne, Brast assondre and partyd was on tweyne. And efte ageyne to assayl hir he began,    The story seith, and after dothe appeere By gret disceit in lykenesse of a man;    And she devoutly, with hir yen clere    Lyfte up to God, gan maken hir prayere. And as she lay in hir orisoun, Under hir fete lyggyng the dragoun, The devel, venquysshed, toke hir by the honde,    Spake thes wordes, as I shal devyse: "Thou hast me bounde with invisible bonde,    Whiche victorie ought ynogh suffice!    Cese of thy power, and lat me now aryse, For I may not abiden thi constreynt, In this batayle thou hast me made so feynt." And she aroos withoute fere or drede,    This cely maide, this tendre creature, By grace of God hent him by the hede    And cast him doun, for al his felle armure,    Under hir fete - he myghte not recure; And on this serpent for to do more wrake, Hir ryght fote she sette upon his bake. "Oo feende," quod she, "of malys serpentyne,    Remembre of thee how I have victorye, A clene mayde, by powere femynyne,    Whiche shal be rad to myn encrees of glorye.    Perpetuelly putte eke in memorie, How a mayde hath put under fote Sathan, that is of synne crope and roote." With that the serpent lowde gan to crie,     "Thou hast me brought shortly to uttraunce! I am venquysshed, I may it not denye;    Ageyns thee ful feble is my puyssaunce.    Thyn innocence hath brought me to myschaunce, And a mayde, but of yeeres tendre, Hath me outrayed with hir lymmes sklendre. "Yif that a man, whiche had force and myght,    Had me venquysshed, I myght it welle sustene; But now, allas, ageyn al skele and ryght,    A cely virgyne, a mayde pure and clene,    Hath me bore doun in al my felle tene; And this, allas, bothe atte eve and morowe Is grettest cause of my dedly sorowe. "This encreseth grete party of my peyne,    Whan I consydre withynne myself and see How thi fader and moder bothe tweyne    Were in there tyme frendly unto me;    But thou allone, thurgh thi virginité, Thi chaste lyf, thy parfyt holynesse Han me venquysshed and outrayed in distresse." Whan she bigan the serpent to constreyne    To discure, and no thinge to hyde By what mene and what manere treyne,    Outher by malys, outher by envye and pryde    That he assailed man on any syde, "The kynde of man, telle on anoon," quod she, "And be welle ware thou lye nat to me." "Sothely," quod he, "I may it not denye -    To seyn the trouthe playnly, and not spare - My nature is of custume for to lye,    As I that am of trouthe and vertue bare,    Lyggynge awayte agenste the welfare Of folkes goode, and alway envyous To alle that ben parfite and vertuous. "Naturelly to hem I have envye,    Though thei thurgh vertu me ofte put abak, And whan it falleth thei have of me mastrie,    Ageyn to me resorteth al the wrak;    Of charité I have so grete a lak, So grete sorowe only for lak of grace That man in hevene sholde occupye my place. "Yet, wote I welle, I may it not recure,    Nor in that place shal I never abide, But in helle sorowe and peyne endure,    From hevene caste for my grete pryde.    This foule vice fro thennes was my guyde, Yet of malys, the trouthe for to telle, Envye I have that man ther sholde duelle. "This eke trouthe that whilom Salamon,    As bookes olde recorden and conclude, Closed in a vesselle fendes many on    And of spirites a grete multitude,    Whiche innocentes ful often can delude; But after dethe of that prudent kynge Fro that vessel thei caste oute fire sparklynge. "Men supposyng in theire oppinioun    There was closed grete tresour and rychesse, Brak the vessel of entencyoun,    And sodeynly the fendes gan hem dresse    Oute of that holde fer fro that distresse, At her oute-goyng enfectyng al th'ayre, Where thei abiden and have theire repaire; "Whiche to mankynde do ful grete damage    By ther malys and ther temptacions, To olde and yonge and every manere age,    By ther conspired fals illusyouns;    But fynally alle ther collusyons Goth unto nought, and al ther violence, Whan ther is made myghty resistence." Whan the serpent malicyous and olde    To the mayde, whos fote dede him oppresse, Had his processe and his tale tolde,    She withedrowe to done him more duresse;    And the dragoun upwarde gan him dresse, Disapered, and forth his wey is goo; And she, assured of hir gostly foo, Venquysshed hath the prynce of al derkenesse,    And sitthe she hathe overcome the hede, It faylethe nat she nedes moste oppresse    His cruel mynystre, and have of him no drede.    And sewyng on, this floure of goodelyhede The nexte day, voyde of al refuge Save of the Lorde, was brought afore the juge, Ful moche peple beynge in presence.    And for she wolde do no sacryfice The fals goddes, by mortal violence    She was dispoiled in ful cruel wyse    And naked stode, that folke myght hir despise; And after that this gemme of maydenhede Was brent with brondus bright as eny glede. Hir sydes skorched, whilom white as melke,    The cruel mynystres liste hir nat to spare; For Crystes sake hir body, softe as selke,    Mercyles, naked stode and bare,    And to aument and encrese hir care In boylyng water she was caste and bounde, The wawys burblyng with bolles grete and round. The folkes alle, that stonden enviroun    Of doolful pité, that sawe this aventure, Gan wepe and pleyne, and of compassyoun    Merveyled sore a tendre creature    Sustene myght suche tourment and endure; For the tyraunt, to make hir peynes strange, In fire and water gan hir tourment change. And sodeynly there fille an erthequave.    The peple, in drede, dempte it was vengeaunce; And fyve thousand, for God wolde hem save,    Converted weren from there myscreaunce,    For Cristes sake heveded by vengeaunce. Se how a mayde in al hir tourmentrie The feith of Crist coude magnifie! The blynde juge, al voyde of happe and grace,    Last that othre converted wolde be To Cristes feith, withoute lenger space    Commaunded hath that this mayde fre,    In youthe flourynge and virginité, To ben heveded, withoute more tarying, In hir praier as she lay knelynge. But first she praied of humble affeccyoun    To the juge, to graunten hir leysere That she myght make hir orisoun,    And have a space to lyve in hir praiere.    And ful devoutly with hert hole and entere Upon the poynte whan she sholde deye, The blessed virgyne thus bygan to preye. First she praide of parfite charité    For hir enemys and hir tourmentours, For hem that caused hir adversité    And had hir pursued with mony sharpe shours.    Of parfit love she gadrid oute the flours, Praying also for thoo folkes alle That after helpe unto hir grace calle, And for alle thoo that have hir in memorie,    And swiche as truste in hir helpe at nede: That God hem graunte, sittinge in His glorie,    Of His grace that thei may welle spede,    And ageyn right that no man hem myslede, "And Lorde," quod she, "to alle be socoure That for thi sake done to me honoure. "And specyally to thee I beseche    To alle wymmen whiche of childe travayle, For my sake, oo Lorde, be thou her leche;    Lat my prayere unto hem availe.    Suffre no myschief tho wymmen, Lorde, assaile, That calle to me for helpe in theire grevaunce, But for my sake save hem fro myschaunce. "Lat hem, Lorde, not perisshe in theire childynge;    Be thou her comforte and consolacyoun, To be delivered thurgh grace of thyn helpynge;    Socoure hem, Lorde, in theire tribulacyoun.    This is my praier, this is myn orisoun, And specially do alle folkes grace That calle to me for helpe in any place!" And fro that highe hevenly mansyoun    Was herde a voys in open audience That God had herde hir peticioun,    To be parfourmed withoute resistence.    And than this maide, moste of excellence, Roos up devoutly, and no thynge afferde Seide unto him whiche that helde the swerde: "Come nere," quod she, "myn oune brother dere,    Smyte with the swerde, and loke thou spare nought. My body shal behynde abiden here,    But my soule to hevene shal be brought."    Hir hede enclynynge with an humble thought; The mynystre with al his myght and peyne Lefte up his swerde and smote hir necke on tweyne. The peple of pité gan to crie and sowne    That stode and sawe hir bitter passioun; Of martirdam thus she toke the crowne    For Cristes feithe, with hole affeccyoun.    Threttene kalendes, the boke maketh mencyoun, Of Jul this maide, a merour of constaunce, Was laureat thurgh hir parfit suffraunce. An holy seynt writeth of this maide, and seithe:     "This Margareta, parfyt of hir creaunce, With drede of God moste stable in hir feythe,    Unto the deth havyng perseveraunce    Sette hoole to God with thought and remembraunce, In herte ay compunt, she was so vertuous, Everything eschewyng that was vicious. "Hir blessed lyf, hir conversacioun    Were example of parfite pacience, Of grounded clennesse and of religioun,    Of chastité founded on prudence;    God gaf to hir soverayn excellence In hir tyme that she sholde be To alle a maisterasse of virginité. "Hir fadir, modir, hir kynred she forsoke;    Hir holy lyvynge was to hem odious. To Cristes lawe al holy she hir toke,    This blissed mayde, this virgyn glorious;    Of alle hir enemyes she was victorious, Til at the laste, in vertu complet goode, For Cristes sake she shad hir chaste bloode." Explicit vita sancte Margarete. Lenvoy Noble princesses and ladyes of estate,    And gentilwomen lower of degré, Lefte up your hertes, calle to your advocate    Seynt Margarete, gemme of chastité.    And alle wymmen that have necessité, Praye this mayde ageyn sykenesse and dissese, In trayvalynge for to do yow ese. And folkes alle that be disconsolat    In your myschief and grete adversité, And alle that stonde of helpe desolate,    With devout hert and with humylité    Of ful trust, knelyng on your kne, Pray this mayde in trouble and alle dissese Yow to releve and to do yow ese. Now, blissed virgyne, in hevene hy exaltat,    With other martirs in the celestialle se, Styntith werre, the dredfulle fel debat    That us assailith of oure enemyes thre,    From whos assaute inpossible is to fle, But, chaste gemme, thi servauntes sette at ese And be her shelde in myschief and dissese. Explicit.

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write who deliberately; (see note) Gave suffering; (see note) from those sources; compilation; (t-note) as best I could, subject to correction of everyone; read Antioch Some time ago father chief priest; pagan religion rites; those days nurse; taken face pagan; from her heart; forsaken young age fell into toward her; hatred christened passage of time; did attain outstanding beauty expression Flowering; complete bearing sheep ill humor; anger gentleness inspire perfection wholly her joy gracious bearing few words was loved by all around her spiritually virtuous avoiding everything Prefect By chance; enjoying himself tending her sheep overwhelmed beauty; perceive also eyes Burned; heart; unbearable pain Decided to; blessed (see note) beautiful [person] before; (t-note) source vein pierced; two eyes had go to her Ordered; ask; (t-note) their effort ancestry whether; noble blood free born (noble) honestly; (t-note) cherish [her] ; (t-note) fitting between; (t-note) inferior blood; (see note) as my concubine inquired Ordered; frankly in truth family disclose; reveal intention too rash; any quiet; serious of conduct deliberation Directing expression Concerning; lineage descent; nobility truthfulness religion; duplicity steadfastly; change became indignant two; (see note); (t-note) suitable together a pearl face; (t-note) choice; pearls two; because I delight Following; consent; (t-note) advised to amend the third ; (t-note) loss virginity believe in; cross; (t-note) folly; heed counsel let; yours a tree; (t-note) voluntarily chose; to die ransom [so] that; lose reigns then no delay [He] ordered before; yes or no Concerning her belief; (t-note) Waste; mind with turn; direct diligence; (t-note) deity guide; lead unless tell manner merciless; punish feigned; (t-note) cut into small pieces breath remains in me Since Shed complete fear die; shed caused to be hung up torn in a straight line Like a spring; pain; (t-note) Shed; lacerated liquid (see note) sorrowfully; out of compassion; (t-note) sorrow; hardly remain see; run and flow unbearable broke their silence once; to look at; (t-note) red stained unspoiled; young Strong enough (t-note) the ultimate disbelief flee; (t-note) ease alleviate; (t-note) go hence; counselors unreliable; false; (t-note) Always; if torment medicine greedy dog; lion vengeance steadfast the same harm; (t-note) frustrated run down (t-note) vexation face astonished taken; (t-note) [In the] midst of afterwards hateful beseeching hardship; (t-note) opposing (resisting) That first brought man to; (t-note) (see note) fierce dragon attack; (t-note) swallowed; head save fear before; (t-note) relief Burst; in two afterwards again; attack deceit; form eyes lifted prayer lying defeated Abate remain [in] weak innocent ; (t-note) seized; head despite; fierce armor recover; (t-note) vengeance back treacherous malice; (see note); (t-note) retold ; (t-note) also remember head; source destruction (t-note) power misfortune merely overcome; slender limbs bear reason; custom innocent (harmless) fierce vexation; (t-note) (t-note) mortal anguish [to a] great extent (t-note) (t-note) (t-note) overcome; ruined; (t-note) reveal means; trickery Either by malice, or nature careful; not to lie (see note) accustomed to lie bereft Lying in wait against strength (virtue); hinder happens; control over me returns; suffering recover live thrown (t-note) dwell same; once; (see note) many devils (t-note) very often can delude emitted; (t-note) enclosed on purpose turn themselves confinement far departure infecting; the air live; dwelling place (t-note) malice; (t-note) sort of their malicious trickery; (t-note) for nothing narrative forbore to do; harm; (see note); (t-note) turn himself Disappeared; is gone certain about her spiritual enemy (t-note) since; head; (see note) defeat servant; fear following; flower deprived of all help; (t-note) Except many; in the court; (t-note) (t-note) stripped burned; brands; burning coal formerly white as milk chose silk Unpitied augment (see note) waves; bubbles; (t-note) stood in the vicinity; (t-note) sorrowful; event; (t-note) complain Wondered extraordinary; (t-note) varied her torture came an earthquake thought; (t-note) misbelief beheaded ; (see note) luck; (t-note) Lest; others gracious (noble) (t-note) beheaded; delay desire opportunity prayer to remain perfect; sincere At the time; (t-note) (t-note) attacks amassed the flowers all those people call on her grace for aid those; (t-note) prosper lead them astray comfort pay their respects to me (see note); (t-note) labor in childbirth their physician benefit them suffering misfortune childbirth prayer mansion; (t-note) publicly greatest rose; afraid of nothing Strike remain (t-note) head bowing; (t-note) servant; effort struck; in two swoon; (t-note) received Thirteen; (see note) July; mirror (model) honored; patience (endurance) (see note) perfect in; belief devoted wholly always devout avoiding conduct purity (t-note) model; (see note); (t-note) hateful (t-note) good with perfect virtue shed (see note); (t-note) against; (t-note) childbirth; give you comfort misfortune bereft relieve; give you comfort exalted high; (see note) dwelling place; (t-note) Stop; cruel conflict from it is impossible to flee their; misfortune; distress