Maria. ffarewel, good dame, and God ȝour wey wysse,
In all ȝour jurnay God be ȝourspede;
And of his hyȝ mercy that Lord so ȝow blysse,
That ȝe nevyr offende more in word, thought, nor dede.
ȝelomy. And I also do take my leve here,
Of alle this blyssyd good company;
Praynge ȝour grace, bothe fere and nere;
On us to spede ȝour endles mercy.
Joseph. The blyssyng of that Lord that is most myghty,
Mote sprede on ȝow in every place,