Maria Magdelene. O, inmaculate modyr, of alle women most meke!

O devowtest, in holy medytacyon evyr abydyng!

The cawse, Lady, that I to ȝour person seke,

Is to wetyn yf ȝe heryn ony tydyng

Of ȝour swete sone, and my reverent Lord Jhesu,

That was ȝour dayly solas, — ȝour gostly consolacyon!

Mary. I wold ȝe xuld telle me, Mawdelyn, and ȝe knew,

ffor to here of hym it is alle myn affeccyon.

Maria Magdelene. I wold fayn telle, Lady, and I myth for wepyng,

For sothe, Lady, to the Jewys he is solde;