Be straunge unto hym, as ye knowe nothyng
The perfite cause of his true commyng.
And in meane whyle came to her presence
Dame Peace and Mercie, and to her they sayde:
Alas! madame, consyder your excellence,
And howe your beauty hath hym so arayed:
If you have hym ye may be well apayed.
And doubt you not if that ye love for love,
God will sende ryches to come to you above.
Will you for love let hym dye or peryshe,