Now have I my schon of take,
What is ȝour wylle, Lord? fayn wold I wete.
Deus. Com nere, Moyses, with me to mete,
These tabelleis I take the in thin honde,
With my ffynger in hem is wrete
Alle my lawys, thou undyrstonde.
Loke that thou preche alle abowte,
Hoo so wylle have frenshipp of me,
To my lawys loke thei lowte,
That thei be kept in alle degré.