Dere barnes!
Now to the helme will I hent, 420
And to my ship tent.
Vxor. I se on the firmament,
Me thynk, the seven starnes.
48. Noe. This is a grete flood, wife, take hede.
Vxor. So me thoght, as I stode; we ar in grete drede; 425
Thise wawghes ar so wode.
Noe. Help, God, in this nede!
As Thou art stereman good, and best, as I rede,