If God send frute and it be a mayd childe;
Withe alle reverens I vow to his magesté,
Sche xal be here foot-mayd to mynyster here most mylde.
Joachym. Now lete be it as God wole, ther is no more,
Tweyn turtelys ffor my sacryfice with me I take;
And I beseche, wyff, and evyr we mete more,
That hese grett mercy us meryer mut make.
Anna. For dred and ffor swem of ȝour wourdys I qwake,
Thryes I kysse ȝow with syghys ful sad;
And to the mercy of God mekely I ȝow betake,