[Sidenote: Early in the morning the angels command Lot to depart from Sodom, with his wife and two daughters, and to look straight before him, for Sodom and Gomorrah shall be destroyed.] Ruddon of þe day-rawe ros vpon vȝten, When merk of þe mydnyȝt moȝt no more last, Ful erly þose aungeleȝ þis haþel þay ruþen & glopnedly on godeȝ halue gart hy{m} vpryse, 896 Fast þe freke ferkeȝ vp ful ferd at his hert; Þay comau{n}ded hy{m} cof to cach þat he hade, “Wyth þy wyf & þy wyȝeȝ & þy wlone deȝtters, For we laþe þe, s{ir} loth, þat þ{o}u þy lyf haue; 900 [Sidenote: [Fol. 69b.]] Cayre tid of þis kythe er combred þ{o}u worþe, With alle þi here vpon haste, tyl þ{o}u a hil fynde; Fou{n}deȝ faste on yo{ur} fete, bifore yo{ur} face lokes, Bot bes neu{er} so bolde to blusch yow bihynde, 904 & loke ȝe ste{m}me no stepe, bot strecheȝ on faste, Til ȝe reche to a reset, rest ȝe neu{er}; For we schal tyne þis tou{n} & trayþely disstrye, Wyth alle þise wyȝeȝ so wykke wyȝtly de-voyde 908 & alle þe londe w{i}t{h} þise ledeȝ we losen at oneȝ; Sodomas schal ful sodenly synk i{n}-to grou{n}de, & þe grou{n}de of gomorre gorde i{n}-to helle, & vche a koste of þis kyth{e} clater vpon hepes. 912 [Sidenote: Lot asks what is best to be done, that he may escape.] Þe{n} laled loth, “lorde what is best? If I me fele vpon fote þat I fle moȝt, Hov schulde I huyde me fro hem þ{a}t hatȝ his hate ky{n}ned, I{n} þe brath of his breth þat bre{n}neȝ alle þi{n}keȝ,[47] 916 To crepe fro my creato{ur} & know not wheder, Ne wheþer his fooschip me folȝeȝ bifore oþ{er} bihynde?” Þe freke sayde “no foschip oure fader hatȝ þe schewed, Bot hiȝly heuened þi hele fro hem þat arn combred: 920 [Sidenote: He is told to choose himself a dwelling which shall be saved from destruction.] Nov walle þe a wo{n}ny{n}g þat þe warisch myȝt, & he schal saue hit for þy sake þat hatȝ v{us} sende hider, For þ{o}u art oddely þyn one out of þis fylþe, & als Abraham þyn em[48] hit at hi{m} self asked.” 924 “Lorde, loued he worþe,” q{uod} loth, “vpon erþe! [Sidenote: He chooses Zoar.] Þe{n} is a cite herbisyde þat segor hit hatte, Here vtt{er} on a rou{n}de hil hit houeȝ hit one, I wolde, if his wylle wore, to þat won scape.” 928 [Sidenote: The angels command Lot to depart quickly.] “Þe{n}n fare forth,” q{uod} þat fre, “& fyne þ{o}u neu{er} W{i}t{h} þose ilk þat þow wylt þ{a}t þrenge þe aft{er}, & ay goande on yo{ur} gate, wyth-outen agayn-tote, For alle þis londe schal be lorne, longe er þe son{n}e rise.” 932 [Sidenote: He wakes his wife and daughters.] Þe wyȝe wakened his wyf & his wlonk deȝt{er}es, & oþ{er} two myri men þo maydeneȝ schulde wedde; & þay token hit as tyt & tented hit lyttel,