Paulus. We schal, Lady, redy alle thyng for you dith is.
Maria. Now, sone, schul ye se what Godis myth is,
My flech gynnyth feble be nature.
Hic erit decenter ornatus in lecto.
Petrus. Brether, eche of you a candele takyth nowe rithis,
And lith hem in haste, whil oure moder doth dure,
And bisyli let us wachyn in this virgyne sythis,
That when oure Lord comyth in his sponsed pure,
He may fynde us wakyng and redy wyth oure lithis,
ffor we knowe not the hour of his comyng now sure,