And Jhesu in this tombe stylle xal be;
And we wyl walke hom ful pleyn,—
The day passyth fast I se.
Farewel, Joseph, and wel ȝe be;
No lengere teryeng here we make.
Joseph. Sere, almythy God be with the,
Into his blysse he mote ȝou take!
Maria. ffarewel, ȝe jentyl princes kende,
In joye evyr mote ȝe be!
The blisse of hefne withowtyn ende