ȝour rodde foreschyth fayrest, that man may se;
The Holy Gost we se syttyht on a bow!
Now ȝelde we alle preysyng to the trenyté.
Et hic cantent, “Benedicta sit beata Trinitas.”
Joseph, wole ȝe have this maydon to ȝour wyff,
And here honour and kepe, as ȝe howe to do?
Joseph. Nay, sere, so mote I thryff,
I have ryght no nede therto.
Episcopus. Joseph, it is Goddys wyl it xuld be so!
Sey aftyr me, as it is skyl.