Whos heyȝ mercy doth the excuse;
ffor thi purgacion we xal recorde,
With hyre of synne thou dedyst never muse.
But, Mary, thiself mayst not refuse;
Alle grett with chylde we se the stonde,
What mystyr man dede the mysuse,
Why hast thou synnyd ageyn thin husbonde?
Maria. I trespacyd nevyr with erthely wyght;
Therof I hope, thorowe Goddys sonde,
Here to be purgyd before ȝour syght,