[Sidenote: He determines not to go near the city, but fly to Tarshish.] At alle peryles, q{uod} þe p{ro}phete, I aproche hit no nerre, I wyl me su{m} oþ{er} waye, þat he ne wayte aft{er}; I schal tee i{n}-to tarce, & tary þere a whyle, & lyȝtly, when I am lest, he letes me alone. 88 [Sidenote: Grumbling, he goes to port Joppa.] Þe{n}ne he ryses radly, & raykes bilyue Ionas toward port Iaph, ay Ianglande for tene, Þat he nolde þole, for no-þy{n}g, non of þose pynes, [Sidenote: He says that God will not be able to protect him.] Þaȝ þe fader þat hy{m} formed were fale of his hele. 92 “Oure syre syttes,” he says, “on sege so hyȝe I{n} his g[l]wande glorye, & glou{m}bes ful lyttel, Þaȝ I be nu{m}men i{n} nuniue & naked dispoyled, On rode rwly to-rent, w{i}t{h} rybaudes mony.” 96 [Sidenote: Jonah reaches the port, finds a ship ready to sail.] Þ{us} he passes to þat port, his passage to seche, Fyndes he a fayr schyp to þe fare redy; Maches hy{m} w{i}t{h} þe maryneres, makes her paye, For to towe hy{m} i{n}-to tarce, as tyd as þay myȝt. 100 [Sidenote: The seamen catch up the cross-sail, fasten the cables, weigh their anchors, and spread sail.] Then he tron on þo tres & þay her tra{m}me ruchen, Cachen vp þe crossayl, cables þay fasten, [Sidenote: [Fol. 84b.]] Wiȝt at þe wyndlas weȝen her ankres, Sprude spak to þe sprete þe spare bawe-lyne, 104 Gederen to þe gyde ropes, þe grete cloþ falles; Þay layden i{n} on ladde-borde & þe lofe wy{n}nes. [Sidenote: A gentle wind wafts the ship along.] Þe blyþe breþe at her bak þe bosum he fyndes, He swenges me þys swete schip swefte fro þe hauen. 108 [Sidenote: Was never a Jew so joyful as was Jonah then.] Watȝ neu{er} so Ioyful a Iue, as Ionas watȝ þe{n}ne, Þat þe daunger of dryȝtyn so derfly ascaped; He wende wel þat þat wyȝ þ{a}t al þe world planted, Hade no maȝt i{n} þat mere no man forto greue. 112 [Sidenote: He has, however, put himself in peril, in fleeing from God.] Lo! þe wytles wrechche, for he wolde noȝt suffer, Now hatȝ he put hy{m} i{n} plyt of p{er}il wel more; Hit watȝ a weny{n}g vn-war þat welt i{n} his mynde, Þaȝ he were soȝt fro samarye þat god seȝ no fyrre, 116 Ȝise he blusched ful brode, þat burde hy{m} by sure, [Sidenote: The words of David.] Þat ofte kyd hy{m} þe carpe þat ky{n}g sayde, Dy{n}gne dauid on des, þat demed þis speche, I{n} a psalme þat he set þe saut{er} w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne; 120 O Foleȝ i{n} folk feleȝ oþ{er} whyle, [Sidenote: Does He not hear, who made all ears?] & vnderstondes vmbe-stou{n}de, þaȝ he be stape fole, Hope ȝe þat he heres not þat eres alle made? [Sidenote: He is not blind that formed each eye.] Hit may not be þat he is blynde þ{a}t bigged vche yȝe. 124