Therfore to my sympil habitacyon, I telle you now this,
I purpose me to go, besekyng yow replyeth,
And assedually wachith me be dayes and nythis.
Prima virgo. We schal, gracyous Lady, wyth alle oure mythis,
Schul ye from us passe, swete sonne of socoure,
That are oure sengler solas radyant in youre lythis,
Youre peynful absence schal make me doloure.
Virgo Secunda. Moste excellent princes in alle vertu that is dith,
Alle hefne and erthe, Lady, you doth honure;
We schal wachyn and wake, as oure dewe and ryth,