so rueful is thy lot,
efter _thin_ wercche lif. 295 after thy wicked life.
nu me wule swopen thine flor. Now men will sweep thy floor,
and thet flet clensien. and cleanse the dwelling;
for hit is h_eom_ lothre. for it is the loather to them
the thu theron lei[gh]e. that thou liest thereon.
heo wulleth mid holiwatere. 300 They will, with holy water,
beworpen ec theo p_aedas_. sprinkle eke the vestments,
blecsien ham [gh]eorne. cleansing them carefully
to burewen ham with the. to bury them with thee;
beren ut thin bed strau. bear out thy bed-straw
b_rennen_ hit mid fure. 305 to burn it with fire.
thus thu ert nu ilufed. Thus thou art now beloved
seoththen thu me forlure. since thou lost me.
al hit is reow_liche_ thin sith. All rueful is thy lot,
efter thin wrecche lif. after thy wicked life.
[gh]et saeith the soule. 310 Yet saith the soul
so_r_iliche to hire licame. sadly to the body,
_nol_dest thu la erming. Alas! miserable, wouldst thou not
her o to wunienne. here for ever dwell?
nes hit the no wiht icunde.
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