My sowle! my swetyng! my frute! myn ffood!
Send me sum wurd where that thou be!
Telle me, good seres, ffor charyté,
Jhesu, my childe, that babe of blysse,
Among this compayné dude ȝe hym se?
ffor Godys love, telle where he is!
Primus doctor. Of oo qwestyone I am bethought,
Alle of ȝour modyr, that blessed may;
In what governauns is she brought?
How is sche rewlyd be nyght and day?