And tho that departe in sorwe, God make ther metyng glad!
Senior tribus. Worchepful sere Joachym, be ȝe redy now?
Alle ȝour kynrede is come ȝow to exorte,
That thei may do sacrifice at the temple with ȝow,
ffor ȝe be of grett wurchep, as men ȝow report.
Joachym. Alle synfulle, seke, and sory, God mote comforte,
I wolde I were as men me name!
Thedyr in Goddys name now late us alle resorte:
A Anne, Anne, Anne, God scheeld us fro shame!
Anne. Now am I left alone, sore may I wepe,