Wherfore oure dowtyr ryth good and dowse,
Into the tempyl sche must be ledde,
And that anoon ryght sone.
Anne. Sere, I grawnt that it be so,
Aȝen the lawe may we not do,
With here togedyr lete us now go,
I hold it ryght weyl done.
Joachym. Sere busshopp, here, aftyr thin owyn hest,
We have here brought oure dowtyr dere;
Mary, my swete childe, she is ful prest