Deus. Moyses, how! Moyses,
Herke to me anon this stounde.
Moyses. I am here, Lorde, withowtyn les,
ȝowre gracyous wylle to do I am bounde.
Deus. Thu take thi schon anon ful rownde
Of thi fete in hast, lete se,
fful holy is that place and grownde,
Ther thou dost stonde, I sey to the.
Moyses. Barfoot now I do me make,
And pulle of my schon fro my fete: