Alas! Constance, thou has no champión, Nor fightë canst thou not, so well-away! But he that starf 1599 for our redemptión, And bound Satán, and yet li’th where he lay, 1600 So be thy strongë champion this day: For, but Christ upon thee mirácle kithe, 1601 Withoutë guilt thou shalt be slain as swithe. 1602

She set her down on knees, and thus she said; “Immortal God, that savedest Susanne From falsë blame; and thou merciful maid, Mary I mean, the daughter to Saint Anne, Before whose child the angels sing Osanne, 1603 If I be guiltless of this felony, 1604 My succour be, or ellës shall I die.”