De sancta Margarita

Th̅ne darin ænxladhis daghu̅ meꝛ ha̅ baꝛ ſina

This fool grew more distressed day by day; he kept his

yſæld inne widh ſich ſielwan oc thoꝛdhe engo̅

misery within himself and dared to no one

te ſin wanda vm ſidhe fan han en trolkaꝛl en koklara

show his trouble. At last he found a sorcerer, a conjurer,

en diæwuls man ſom roſadhe ſik mykit ku̅na

a devil's man who boasted greatly of knowing

af ſwartekonſt Honu̅ lofuadhe han ſtoꝛa pæninga

the black art. To him he promised great sums

ſu̅mo at han matte ſin wilia fræmia Tha

of money so that he might accomplish his will. Then

togh han til at øwa ſina galdra oc kalladhe til

he began to practise his spells and called to

ſik en diæwl ſom vm nattatidh ſkulle nu̅nona freſta

himself a devil who in the night-time should tempt the nun

oc vptænda til ſynd oc ſkøꝛhet diæwulin kom til

and inflame [her] to sin and unchastity. The devil came to

he̅na cella døꝛ tha ſtodh th͛ꝛ ſti̅ i͛omj bilate maladh

her cell door; there stood St Jerome's image, painted

a døꝛneno See hæꝛ mi̅ kære h͛ra auguſtine hwat

on the door. See here, my dear lord Augustine, what

makt gudh haw͛ giwit ſinom thienara ſto̅ i͛omo

power God has given his servant St Jerome:

thy th͛ꝛ hans belæte ær tha ma diefwlin ekke nalkas

for where his image is, the devil cannot come near,

ſwa at hwar nakaꝛ qwæls af diefleno̅ ko̅b͛ꝛ

so that wherever anyone is tormented by the devil, [if] there comes

thiit ſti̅ i͛onmi̅ belæte tha fly diæwulin thædhan

St Jerome's image, the devil flees from there.