I be-held a berde so bryȝt,
a child she bare on honde.
Here lokyng was so louely, [ 5]
here semblant was so swete,
of alle my care & sorwe
she may my balys bete.
By here sate a seruant
þat seide al in his sawe— [ 10]
he semyd by his semblant
a man of þe olde lawe—
'þou wondryst', he seide skilfully,
'in þynge þou hast be-holde;
and so Y dyde trywly [ 15]
tyl talys were me y-tolde.
They þat Y vnworthy be, [ 18b.]
she is Mary myn owne wyf;
God wote she hadde neuer childe by me,
& ȝyt Y loue here as my lyf. [ 20]
Y trust vn-to here godenys,
she wolde not mysdoo,
þat Y wyst ful wel, Y-wys,
for ofte Y haue y-founde hit soo.'
I be-helde þat swete wyȝt, [ 25]
and to my-selfe Y sayde:
she hadde y-do man-kynde vnryȝt
yf she were a mayde.
His here was hore al on his hede,
his ble be-gan to glyde; [ 30]
she herde ful wel what Y sayde
& bade me faire a-byde,
and saide she was a-lone,
maide and moder y-core,
and with-oute wem of man [ 35]
a childe she hadde y-bore.
'But er euer Y wyste
here wombe be-gan to ryse.