ffor here wyl be born the kynges sone of blys!
Joseph. Now, jentyll wyff, be of good myrthe,
And if ȝe wyl owght have, telle me what ȝe thynk;
I xal not spare for schep nor derthe,—
Now telle me ȝour lust of mete and drynk.
Maria. ffor mete and drynk lust I ryght nowth,
Allemyghty God my fode xal be!
Now that I am in chawmere brought,
I hope ryght welle my chylde to se.
Therfore husbond, of ȝour honesté,