Alas! dame, why dedyst thou so?
ffor this synne that thou hast do,
I the forsake and from the go,
ffor onys, evyr, and ay.
Maria. Alas! gode spowse, why sey ȝe thus?
Alas! dere hosbund, amende ȝour mod.
It is no man, but swete Jhesus,
He wylle be clad in flesche and blood,
And of ȝour wyff be born.
Sephor, ffor sothe, the aungel, thus seyd he,