SET MEDICINE INQUIT TEMPUS.

[Sidenote: [The ij^de p{ro}se.]]

++Bvt tyme is now q{uo}d sche of medicine more þen of compleynte.

¶ Forsoþe þen sche entendyng to me warde wiþ al þe lokyng of hir eyen

saide. ¶ Art not þou he q{uo}d sche þat su{m}tyme I-norschid wiþ my

mylke {and} fostre[d] wiþ my meetes were ascaped {and} comen to corage

of a p{er}fit man. ¶ Certys I ȝaf þe syche armures þat ȝif þou þi self

ne haddest first caste hem away. þei schulden haue defendid þe in

sykernesse þat may not be ouer-comen. ¶ Knowest þou me not. Why art þou

stille. is it for schame or for astonynge. It were me leuer þat it were

for schame. but it semeþ me þat astony{n}ge haþ opp{re}ssed þe. ¶ And

whan sche say me not oonly stille. but wiþ-outen office of tonge {and}

al doumbe. sche leide hir honde softely vpon my brest {and} seide.

¶ Here nis no p{er}il q{uod} sche. ¶ He is fallen in to a litargie.

whiche þat is a comune sekenes to hertes þat ben desceiued. ¶ He haþ a

litel forȝeten hym self. but certis he schal lyȝtly reme{m}bren hym

self. ¶ Ȝif so be þat he haþ knowe{n} me or now. {and} þat he may so

done I wil wipe a litel hys eyen. þat ben derked by þe cloude of mortel

þinges ¶ Þise wordes seide sche. and wiþ þe lappe of hir garment yplitid

in a frounce sche dried[e] myn eyen þat were ful of þe wawes of my

wepynges.

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