Amonge the bestys herboryd may ȝe be.
Maria. Now the fadyr of hefne he mut ȝow ȝelde!
His sone in my wombe forsothe he is;
He kepe the and thi good be fryth and ffelde!
Go we hens, husbond, for now tyme it is.
But herk now, good husbond, a newe relacyon,
Whiche in myself I know ryght welle;
Cryst in me hath take incarnacion,
Sone wele be borne, the trowthe I fele.
In this pore logge my chawmere I take,