ffendys, flethe ȝour weye!
Wyckyd spyritys I ȝow conjowre,
fflethe out of hire bodyly bowre,
In my grace she xal evyr fflowre,
Tyl dethe doth here to deye.
Maria Magdalene. I thanke the, Lorde, of this grett grace;
Now these vij. ffendys be fro me fflytt.
I xal nevyr fforffett nor do trespace,
In wurd nor dede, ne wyl, nor wytt.
Now I am brought ffrom the fendys brace,