Johannes. No wonder, Lady, thow so dede ye.
Maria. Tho my sone Jhesu of his hye peté
Sent to me an aungyl, and thus he sayd,
That the thredde nyth I schuld assende to my sone in deité;
Thanne to have youre presence, brether, hertly I prayed,
And thus at my request God hath you sent me.
Petrus. Wys gracyous Lady, we are ryth wel payed.
Maria. Blissid brethere, I beseke you than tent me;
Now wyl I rest me in this bed that for me is rayed;
Wachith me besily wyth youre laumpys and lithtis.