Maria. A! dere childe! dere chylde! why hast thou thus done?
ffor the we have had grett sorwe and care;
Thy ffadyr and I thre days have gone,
Wyde the to seke of blysse ful bare.
Jhesus. Why have ȝe sought me with hevy fare?
Wete ȝe not wele that I muste bene
Amonge hem that is my faderes ware,
His gostly catel for to ovyrsen?
Maria. ȝour ffaderes wyl must nedys be wrought,
It is most wurthy that it so be;