Hear, lords, the stories of Marie, who is not forgotten in her own time.

Oëz, seignur, que dit Marie,

ki en sun tens pas ne s'oblie.

At the end of this composition that I have composed and put into French, I will name myself for remembrance: my name is Marie and I am from France.

Al finement de cest escrit

que en romanz ai treité e dit,

me numerai pur remembrance:

Marie ai nun, si sui de France.

I have finished translating into French the book of the Life of Saint Audrey just as I found it in Latin, and recording the miracles I have heard. I do not wish for any of it to be forgotten. For this reason I pray to the glorious and precious Saint Audrey that she pity me and hear me and that in her mercy she aid my soul and those for whom I pray to her. The one who forgets herself is foolish. Here I write my name “Marie” so that I will be remembered.

Issi ay ceo livre finé

En romanz dit et translaté

De la vie seintë Audree

Si com en latin l’ay trové,

Et les miracles ay öy,

Ne voil nul mettrë en obli.

Pur ce depri la glorïuse

Seinte Audree la precïeuse

Par sa pité k’a moy entende

Et ce servise a m’ame rende,

Et ceus pur ki ge la depri

K’el lur aït par sa merci.

Mut par est fol ki se oblie.

Ici escris mon non Marie

Pur ce ke soie remembree.