A, husbond! ageyn God wel mote ȝow brynge!
And fro shame and sorwe he mote ȝow kepe,
Tyl I se ȝow ageyn I kan not sees of wepynge.
Senior. Prynce of oure prestys, if it be ȝour plesynge,
We be com mekely to make our sacrefice.
Ysakar. God do ȝow mede, bothe elde and ȝynge,
Than devowtly we wyl begynne servyse.
There they xal synge this sequens, “Benedicta sit beata Trinitas.” And in that tyme Ysakar with his ministeres ensensythe the autere, and than thei make her offryng, and Isaker seyth,
Comyth up, serys, and offeryth alle now,
ȝe that to do sacryfice worthy are: