'In blysse I se þe blyþely blent, 25 And I a man al mornyf mate; Ȝe take þeron ful lyttel tente, Þaȝ I hente ofte harmeȝ hate. Bot now I am here in your presente, I wolde bysech, wythouten debate, 30 Ȝe wolde me say in sobre asente What lyf ȝe lede erly and late. For I am ful fayn þat your astate Is worþen to worschyp and wele, iwysse; Of alle my ioy þe hyȝe gate 35 Hit is, _and_ grounde of alle my blysse.' 'Now blysse, burne, mot þe bytyde,' Þen sayde þat lufsoum of lyth and lere, 'And welcum here to walk and byde, For now þy speche is to me dere. 40 Maysterful mod and hyȝe pryde, I hete þe, arn heterly hated here. My Lorde ne loueȝ not for to chyde, For meke arn alle þat woneȝ Hym nere; And when in Hys place þou schal apere, 45 Be dep deuote in hol mekenesse; My Lorde þe Lamb loueȝ ay such chere, Þat is þe grounde of alle my blysse. 'A blysful lyf þou says I lede; Þou woldeȝ knaw þerof þe stage. 50 Þow wost wel when þy perle con schede I watȝ ful ȝong and tender of age; Bot my Lorde þe Lombe, þurȝ Hys Godhede, He toke myself to Hys maryage, Corounde me quene in blysse to brede 55 In lenghe of dayeȝ þat euer schal wage; And sesed in alle Hys herytage Hys lef is, I am holy Hysse; Hys prese, Hys prys, and Hys parage Is rote and grounde of alle my blysse.' 60 'Blysful,' quod I, 'may þys be trwe?— Dyspleseȝ not if I speke errour— Art þou þe quene of heueneȝ blwe, Þat al þys worlde schal do honour? We leuen on Marye þat grace of grewe, 65 Þat ber a barne of vyrgynflour; Þe croune fro hyr quo moȝt remwe Bot ho hir passed in sum fauour? Now, for synglerty o hyr dousour, We calle hyr Fenyx of Arraby, 70 Þat freles fleȝe of hyr fasor, Lyk to þe quen of cortaysye.' 'Cortayse Quen,' þenne s<a>yde þat gaye, Knelande to grounde, folde vp hyr face, 'Makeleȝ Moder and myryest May, 75 Blessed Bygynner of vch a grace!' Þenne ros ho vp and con restay, And speke me towarde in þat space: 'Sir, fele here porchaseȝ and fongeȝ pray, Bot supplantoreȝ none wythinne þys place. 80 Þat emperise al heueneȝ hatȝ, And vrþe and helle in her bayly; Of erytage ȝet non wyl ho chace, For ho is quen of cortaysye.