18 Whiles that Jhesus spak thes thingis to hem, lo! a prince cam, and worschipide hym, and seide, Lord, my douyter is now deed; but come thou, and putte thin hond on hir, and she schal lyue.19 And Jhesus roos, and hise disciplis, and sueden hym.20 And lo! a womman, that hadde the blodi flux twelue yere, neiyede bihynde, and touchide the hem of his cloth.21 For sche seide with ynne hir self, Yif Y touche oonli the cloth of hym, Y schal be saaf.22 And Jhesus turnede, and say hir, and seide, Douytir, haue thou trist; thi feith hath maad thee saaf. And the womman was hool fro that our.23 And whanne Jhesus cam in to the hous of the prince, and say mynstrallis, and the puple makynge noise,24 he seide, Go ye a wei, for the damysel is not deed, but slepith. And thei scornyden hym.25 And whanne the folc was put out, he wente in, and helde hir hond; and the damysel roos.26 And this fame wente out in to al that loond.