Can ȝe gon alone? lett se beth bolde.
Maria. To go to Goddys hous wole ȝe now beholde,
I am joyful thedyrward, as I may be.
Joachym. Wyff, I ryght joyful oure dowter to beholde.
Anne. So am I wys, husbond; now in Goddys name go we!
Joachym. Sere, prince of prestes, and it plese ȝow,
We that were barreyn God hath sent a childe,
To offre here to Goddys service we mad oure avow,
Here is the same mayde, Mary most mylde.
Isakar. Joachym, I have good mende how I ȝow revyled,