Here for to abyde the blyssyd byrthe
Of hym that alle this werd dude make,—
Betwyn myn sydes I fele he styrthe.
Joseph. God be thin help, spowse, it swemyth me sore,
Thus febyly loggyd and in so pore degré,
Goddys sone amonge bestys ffor to be bore;
His woundyr werkys ffulfyllyd must be!
In an hous that is desolat, withowty any walle,
ffyer nor wood non here is.
Maria. Joseph, myn husbond, abydyn here I xal,