Why shake ȝe so ȝour hed? have ȝe the palsye?
Why speke ȝe not, sere? I trowe ȝe are not wroth.
Eliȝabeth. Nay, wys ffadyr Joseph, therto he were ful loth,
It is the vesytation of God he may not speke veryly;
Lete us thank God therffor bothe,
He xal remedy it whan it plesyth his mercy.
Come and pray ȝow specialy;
I-wys ȝe are welcome, Mary;
ffor this comfortabelest comynge, good God, gramercy!
Joseph. Of ȝour dissese thynkys no greff,