To save mankynd that is forlorn,
Go chere hyre therfore, I say.
Joseph. A! lord God, benedicite!
Of thi gret comforte I thank the,
That thou sent me this space.
I myght wel a wyst par-dé,
So good a creature as she
Wold nevyr a donne trespace.
For sche is ful of Grace;
I know wel I have myswrought,