Now God be oure begynnynge,
And of my tonge I wole ses.
Joseph. A! A! wyff, in feyth I am wery,
Therfore I wole sytt downe and rest me ryght here.
Lo! wyff, here is the house of ȝakary,
Wole ȝe I clepe Elyȝabeth to ȝow to apere.
Maria. Nay, husbond, and it plese ȝow I xal go ner,
Now the blyssyd Trynité be in this hous!
A! cosyn Eliȝabeth, swete modyr, what cher?
ȝe grow grett, a! my God! how ȝe be gracyous.