Do me sum wurchep befor my face,
Or be my trowthe I xal ȝow make,
If that I rolle ȝow up in my race,
ffor fere I xal do ȝour ars qwake.
But ȝit sum mede and ȝe me take,
I wyl withdrawe my gret rough toth,
Gold or sylvyr I wyl not forsake,
But evyn as alle somnores doth.
A! Joseph, good day, with thi ffayr spowse,
My lorde the buschop hath for ȝow sent;