These vesselys aȝen sone I xal hym sende;
I xal bere it my systeres, I trowe thei have more nede,
Goddys foyson is evyr to his servauntes hendyr than we wende.
Systeres, oure holy ffadyr Isakare
Hath sent us hese servyce here ryght now;
ffede ȝow therof hertyly, I pray ȝow nat spare,
And if owght beleve, specyaly I pray ȝow,
That the pore men the relevys ther of have now;
ffayn and I myth I wolde do the dedys of mercy;
Pore ffolk ffaryn God knowyth how,