Now, for synglerty o hyr dousour,
We calle hyr Fenyx of Arraby, 70
Þat freles fleȝe of hyr fasor,
Lyk to þe quen of cortaysye.'
'Cortayse Quen,' þenne s<a>yde þat gaye,
Knelande to grounde, folde vp hyr face,
'Makeleȝ Moder and myryest May, 75
Blessed Bygynner of vch a grace!'
Þenne ros ho vp and con restay,
And speke me towarde in þat space: