Myn handys power is now all lorn, Styff as a stykke, and may nowth plyght
And for my face, shee left it in such plyght
, That none can knowe mee by my looke.
Thou art confessed so clene, beknowen of thy mysses, And hatz the penaunce apert of the point of myn egge, I halde the polysed of that plyght
, and pured as clene As thou hadez neuer forfeted sythen thou watz fyrst borne.
Za, pat old shrewe Joseph, my trowth I plyght
, Was so anameryd upon pat mayd Pat of hyre bewte whan he had syght, He sesyd nat tyll [he] had here asayd