| "In name of Crist," cride this olde Britoun, |
| "Dame Hermengyld, yif me my sighte agayn." |
| This lady weex affrayed of the soun, |
| Lest that hir housbonde, shortly for to sayn, |
565 | Wolde hir for Jesu Cristes love han slayn, |
| Til Custance made hir boold, and bad hir wirche |
| The wyl of Crist, as doghter of his chirche. |
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| "In name of Christ!" this blind old Briton cried, |
| "Dame Hermengild, give me my sight again." |
| But she was frightened of the words, and sighed, |
| Lest that her husband, briefly to be plain, |
565 | Should have her, for her love of Jesus, slain; |
| Till Constance strengthened her and bade her work |
| The will of God, as daughter of his church. |
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