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Meruele nozt, iosep, on Mary mylde; forsake hyr not they she be w$t$ chylde. I iosep wonder how this may be, That mary wex gret when y and she euer haue leuyd in chastite; If she be w$t$ chylde, hit ys not by me. Meruell not, Joseph. The holy gost w$t$ mercifull disstens In here hathe entryd w$t$ owte offens, God and man conceyued by hys p̃sens, An the virgyn pure w$t$ owte violens. Meruell no, ioseph. What the angell of god to me dothe say, I ioseph muste and will vmble obay, Ellys pꝛuely y wolde have stole a way, But now will y srue her tille y$t$ y day. mũell not, iosep. Josep, thow shalt her$e$ mayde & moder fynde, here sone redemptor of all man kynde, Thy fore faders of paynes to unbynde; There for muse not this mater in thy mynde. mũell not.