But at the last to speakë she began, And meekly she unto the sergeant pray’d, So as he was a worthy gentle man, That she might kiss her child, ere that it died: And in her barme 2562 this little child she laid, With full sad face, and gan the child to bless, 2563 And lulled it, and after gan it kiss.

And thus she said in her benignë voice: “Farewell, my child, I shall thee never see; But since I have thee marked with the cross, Of that father y-blessed may’st thou be That for us died upon a cross of tree: Thy soul, my little child, I him betake, 2564 For this night shalt thou dien for my sake.”