Every tyde the see came inne. 1540 At high tide the sea Thay myght not see, so was it myrke, filled their deep The watir wente to her chynne. cells. They suffered The salte watir hem greved sore, much from the salt Here woundis sore did smerte. 1544 water, from their Hungir and thurste greved heme yet more, wounds, and from It wente yet more nere here herte. hunger. Who maye live withoute mete? vj dayes hadde thay rigħt none, 1548 On the sixth day, Ner drinke that thay mygħt gete, Bute loked vppon the harde stone. So on a daye, as God it wolde, Floripas to hir garden̄ wente, 1552 Floripas, who was To geder Floures in morne colde. gathering flowers in Here maydyns from̄ hir she sente, her garden, heard For she herde grete lamentacion̄ them lament. In the Prison̄, that was ther nye; 1556 She supposed by ymagynacion̄, That it was the prisoners sory. She wente he[rh] ner[rh] to here more, Thay wailed for defaute of mete. 1560 Moved to compassion, She rued on hem anoon̄ ful sore, she asks her She thought, how she myght hem beste it gete. governess Maragound She spake to her Maistras Maragounde, to help her in Howe she wolde the prisoneres fede. 1564 getting food for the The develle of helle hir confounde, prisoners. Maragound She wolde not assente to þat dede, refuses, and reminds But saide “Damesel, thou arte woode, Floripas of her Thy Fadir did vs alle defende, 1568 father’s command. Both mete and drinke and othere goode [leaf 39] That no man shulde hem thider sende.” Floripe by-thought hir on a gyle Floripas, thinking of And cleped Maragounde anoon rigħt, 1572 a trick, called to To the wyndowe to come a while her governess to come And se ther a wonder syght: to a window and “Loke oute” she saide “and see a fer[rh] [p046 FLORIPAS KILLS THE GAOLER.]