Al schal crye for-cle{m}med, w{i}t{h} alle oure clere strenþe, Þe rurd schal ryse to hy{m} þat rawþe schal haue; 396 [Sidenote: Who can tell if God will have mercy?] What wote oþer wyte may ȝif þe wyȝe lykes, Þat is hende i{n} þe hyȝt of his gentryse? [Sidenote: Though He is mighty, He is merciful, and may forgive us our guilt.] I wot his myȝt is so much, þaȝ he be mysse-payed, Þat i{n} his mylde amesy{n}g he m{er}cy may fynde; 400 & if we leuen þe layk of oure layth sy{n}nes, & stylle steppen i{n} þe styȝe he styȝtleȝ hy{m} seluen, He wyl wende of his wodschip, & his wrath leue, & for-gif v{us} þis gult ȝif we hy{m} god leuen.” 404 [Sidenote: All believed and repented.] Þe{n}ne al leued on his lawe & laften her sy{n}nes, Par-formed alle þe penau{n}ce þat þe prynce radde; [Sidenote: God forgave them through his goodness.] & god þurȝ his godnesse forgef as he sayde, Þaȝ he oþ{er} bihyȝt, [&] w{i}t{h}-helde his vengau{n}ce. 408 [Sidenote 17: _lond_ (?).] [Sidenote 18: _hem_ (?).] [Sidenote 19: _þing_ (?).] [Sidenote 20: MS. _mon_.] [Sidenote 21: _loken_ (?).] [Headnote: GOD’S MERCY DISPLEASES JONAH.] V. [Sidenote: Much sorrow settles upon Jonah.] Muche sorȝe þe{n}ne satteled vpon segge Ionas, He wex as wroth as þe wynde towarde oure lorde, [Sidenote: He becomes very angry.] So hatȝ ang{er} onhit his hert; he calleȝ [Sidenote: He prays to God and says: “Was not this my saying, when Thy message reached me in my own country?] A prayer to þe hyȝe prynce, for pyne, on þys wyse: 412 “I biseche þe syre now þ{o}u self iugge, Watȝ not þis ilk my worde þat worþen is nouþe, Þat I kest i{n} my cu{n}tre, when þ{o}u þy carp sendeȝ, Þat I schulde tee to þys tou{n}, þi talent to preche? 416 [Sidenote: I knew Thy great goodness, Thy long-suffering, and Thy mercy.] Wel knew I þi cortaysye, þy quoy{n}t soffrau{n}ce. Þy bou{n}té of debonerté & þy bene g{ra}ce, Þy longe abydy{n}g wyth lur, þy late vengau{n}ce, & ay þy mercy is mete, be mysse neu{er} so huge. 420 I wyst wel when I hade worded quatsoeu{er} I cowþe, [Sidenote: I knew these men might make their peace with Thee, therefore I fled unto Tarshish.] To manace alle þise mody men þat i{n} þis mote dowelleȝ, Wyth a prayer & a pyne þay myȝt her pese gete, & þer-fore I wolde haf flowen fer i{n}-to tarce. 424 [Sidenote: Take my life from me, O Lord!] Now lorde lach out my lyf, hit lastes to longe, Bed me bilyue my bale sto{ur}, & bry{n}g me on ende, [Sidenote: [Fol. 89a.]] [Sidenote: It is better for me to die than live.”] For me were swett{er} to swelt, as swyþe as me þynk, Þe{n} lede lenger þi lore, þat þ{us} me les makeȝ.” 428 [Sidenote: God upbraids Jonah, saying: “Is this right to be so wroth?”]