Spekyng to my spowse these unkynde wurdys;
ffor now I beleve wel it may non other be,
But that my spowse beryght the kyngys son of blys;
He help us now at oure nede!
Of the kynrede of Jesse worthely were ȝe bore,
Kynges and patryarkys ȝow beffore,
Alle these wurthy of ȝour kynred wore,
As clerkys in story rede.
Maria. Now, gramercy, husbond, for ȝour report!
In oure weys wysely late us forth wende;