Martij 4 my mā found a tode in my loure wch he put wth a pear of tongues in the fyer & I came downe & not knowing what it was asking what I also held him in the fyer & so let him lye So \so/ lord of hoast confound workes of witch sor & inchāting against me & thy servant bring there workꝭ to cōfusion & let them nevr prvayle against me nor any of thy servantꝭ yt trust only in thee. So be it lord Ihus
So be it lord Ihus
So be it lord Ihus.1
Notes:
1 ‘× × × × × × {× ×}’ infralinear
Calendared text from MS Ashmole 415, f. 228v (upper right part of page)

