“Meanest thou not that Urban,” quoth he tho, “That is so often damned to be dead, And wons in halkës always to and fro, And dare not onës puttë forth his head? Men should him brennen in a fire so red, If he were found, or if men might him spy: And us also, to bear him companý.
“And while we seekë that Divinity That is y-hid in heaven privily, Algatë burnt in this world should we be.” To whom Cecilie answer’d boldëly; “Men mightë dreadë well and skilfully This life to lose, mine owen dearë brother, If this were living only, and none other.
“But there is better life in other place, That never shall be lostë, dread thee nought; Which Goddë’s Son us toldë through his grace, That Father’s Son which allë thingës wrought; And all that wrought is with a skilful thought, The Ghost, that from the Father gan proceed, Hath souled them, withouten any drede.
“By word and by mirácle, high God’s Son, When he was in this world, declared here, That there is other life where men may won.” To whom answér’d Tiburce, “O sister dear, Saidest thou not right now in this mannére, There was but one God, Lord in soothfastness, And now of three how may’st thou bear witnéss?”
“That shall I tell,” quoth she, “ere that I go. Right as a man hath sapiénces three, Memory, engine, and intellect also, So in one being of divinity Three personës there mayë right well be.” Then gan she him full busily to preach Of Christë’s coming, and his painës teach,
And many pointës of his passión; How Goddë’s Son in this world was withhold To do mankindë plein remissión, That was y-bound in sin and carës cold. All this thing she unto Tiburcë told, And after that Tiburce, in good intent, With Valerián to Pope Urban he went;
That thanked God, and with glad heart and light He christen’d him, and made him in that place Perféct in his learníng, and Goddë’s knight. And