It is not convenient a man to be
Ther women gon in travalynge;
Wherfore sum mydwyff ffayn wold I se,
My wyff to helpe that is so ȝenge.
ȝelomy. Why makyst thou man suche mornyng?
Telle me sumdele of ȝour gret mone.
Joseph. My wyf is now in gret longynge,
Travelyng of chylde, and is alone:
ffor Godys love that sytt in trone,
As ȝe, mydwyvys, that kan ȝour good,