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  And save the sownd in welthe from wo!
I pray the, dowtyr, thou onys me kys,
  Or that thi modyr part the fro.
          I pray to God the save.
I pray the, Mary, my swete chylde,
Be lowe and buxhum, meke and mylde,
Sad and sobyr and nothyng wylde,
          And Goddys blyssynge thou have.

Joachym. fforwel, Josephe, and God ȝow spede,
  Wher so ȝe be in halle or boure.

Joseph. Almyghty God, ȝour weys lede,
  And save ȝow sownd from alle doloure.

Anna. Goddys grace on ȝow sprede,
  ffarewel, Mary, my swete fflowre,
ffareweyl, Joseph, and God ȝow rede,
  ffareweyl my chylde and my tresowre,
          ffarewel, my dowtere ȝyng.

Maria. ffarewel, fadyr and modyr dere,
At ȝow I take my leve ryght here,
God that sytt in hevyn so clere,
          Have ȝow in his kepyng.

Joseph. Wyf, it is ful necessary this ȝe knowe,
  That I and my kynrede go hom before,
For in sothe we have non hous of oure owe,
  Therfore I xal gon ordeyn and thanne come ȝow fore.
We ar not ryche of werdly thynge,
  And ȝet of our sustenauns we xal not mys,
Therfore abydyth here stylle to ȝour plesynge,
  To worchep ȝour God is alle ȝour blysse.

He that is and evyr xal be
  Of hefne and helle ryche kynge,
In erth hath chosyn poverté,
  And alle ryches and welthis refusynge.

Maria. Goth, husbond, in oure lordys blyssynge,
  He mote ȝow spede in alle ȝour nede,