Capellanus. It is the lawe, as ȝe woot how,
Joseph, ȝe an do rygh a-now,
As for ȝour childys sake.
But othere offerynge ȝett must ȝe make;
And therfore take ȝour sone, Mary!
In meche joye ȝe may awake,
Whylys he is in ȝour company.
Maria. Therto I am ful glad and fayn,
ffor to receyve my childe agayn,
Ellys were I to blame.