God ȝeld ȝow that most may avayl.
Elizabeth. Now, cosynes bothe, Gow ȝow spede,
And wete ȝow wele withowtyn mo,
ȝour presens comfortyth me indede;
And therfore now am I ryght wo,
That ȝe, my ffrendys and my kynrede,
Thus sone now xul parte me fro:
But I pray God he mote ȝow lede,
In every place wher so ȝe go.
Here Mary and Eliȝabet partyn, and Eliȝabeth goth to Zakarie, and seyth,