be yet sene, & therefore some when they dreade them of theves or else of enemies, say thus, _Jesus autem transiens per medium illorum ibat_. And they say also these verses of the Psalter three tymes, _Irruat super eos formido & pavor in magnitudine brachii tui Domine Fiant immobiles quasi lapis, donec per transeat populus tuus domine, & populus iste quem redemisti_. And so when all this is sayd, a man may go without any lettyng.[3] Also ye shall understande and know that our blessed Lady bare hir chylde whan she was xv yeare of age, and she lived with hym xxxii[4] yeare and three monethes, and after his passion she lived xxii[4] yeare. [Footnote 1: _Pynson_ says Archetryclyne, [Greek: Architriklinos], the president of a banquet.] [Footnote 2: Should be _leap_.] [Footnote 3: Hindrance.] [Footnote 4: Other editions say 33 and 24, which would make the Virgin's age 72 when she died (see _ante_, p. 70).] CAP. XXXVI. _The way of Nazareth to the mount or hyll of Tabor._ AND from Nazareth to the mounte Tabor is thre[1] myle, and there our Lord transfygured hym before sainct Peter, sainct Jhon & sainct James. And there they saw ghostly[2] our Lorde and Moyses and Helye the prophetes. And therefore Sainct Peter sayde, _Bonum est nos hic esse, faciamus tria tabernacula_, That is to say, It is good to us to be here, make we three tabernacles. And our lord Jesu Chryste bad them that they should say it to no man, unto the time that he was rysen from death to lyfe. And uppon the same hyll shall foure aungels sowne[3] theyr trompets, and rayse all men that are dead to lyfe, and then shall they come in bodie and Soule to the Judgement, but the Judgement shall be in the Vale of Josaphat on Easterday, at the same tyme as our Lorde rose from death to lyfe. And also a myle from mounte Tabor is mount Hermon, and ther was the citie of Namy,[4] before the gates of the Citie our Lord raysed the wydowes sone, that had no more Chyldren. [Footnote 1: Others say 4.] [Footnote 2: In a spiritual shape.] [Footnote 3: Sound.] [Footnote 4: Nain.] CAP. XXXVII. _Of the sea of Galyle._ AND from thence men go to a citie that men call Tyberyen,[1] that sitteth[2] on the sea of Galyle, it is no sea ne arme of the sea, for it is but a staumble[3] of fresh water, and it is no more than an hundred furlongs long and XL brode, and therein is many good fyshes. And by that same sea, standeth many good cities, and therefore thys sea chaungeth often his name after the cities that stande thereupon, but it is all one water or sea and upon this sea, our Lorde went dry fote and there sayde he to Peter when he came on the water, & was nere drowned, _Modice fidei quare dubitasti?_ That is to saye, Thou of lyttle fayth, why hadst thou doubte. [Footnote 1: Tiberias.] [Footnote 2: On the borders of.] [Footnote 3: A pool or lake.] CAP. XXXVIII. _Of the table whereon Christ eat after his resurrection._