‘My litel child, then wol I fecchen thee!’”
[Where at] This holy monk—this Abbot—him mene I,
His tonge out-caughte, and tok away the greyn,
And he gaf up the goost full softëly.
…
And when the Abbot had this wonder sein
His saltë teres trillëd adown as raine,
And graf he fell, all platt upon the grounde,
And stille he lay as he had been y-bounde.
After this they take away the boy-martyr from off his bier—