A syght of that cyté ffayn wolde I se;
If I myght of myn alye ony ther ffynde,
It wold be grett joye onto me.
Joseph. My spowse, ȝe be with childe, I fere ȝow to kary,
ffor me semyth it were werkys wylde;
But ȝow to plese ryght ffayn wold I,
ȝitt women benethe to greve whan thei be with childe.
Now latt us fforth wende as ffast as we may,
And almyghty God spede us in oure jurnay!
Maria. A! my swete husbond, wolde ȝe telle to me,