Born now of me, that alle thynge xal save.
Joseph. I aske ȝow grace, for I dyde rave!
O gracyous childe, I aske mercy!
As thou art Lord and I but knave,
fforȝeve me now my gret foly!
Alas! mydwyvis, what have I seyd?
I pray ȝow come to us more nere;
ffor here I fynde my wyff a mayd,
And in here arme a chylde hath here.
Bothe mayd and modyr sche is in ffere,