Therfore beth mery in hert!
Maria. A! dere ffrende, weel woot I this,
That he doth bye us to his blys;
But ȝitt of myrth evyr more I mys,
Whan I se this syght!
Johannes. Now, dere lady, therfore I ȝow pray,
ffro this dolful dolour wende we oure way,
ffor whan this syght ȝe se nought may,
ȝoure care may waxe more lyght.
Maria. Now sythe I must parte hym fro,