fol. 188vItem cantustextual note 1
Fromtextual note 2heovene into eorthe,God gretynge he sende
Bi on archaungletextual note 3that to Marye wende.
Milde wes that maydeswete and swithe hende,
And of fayre ibere.textual note 4
line5Gabriel hire grette,thus quethinde:
“Edy beo thu, mayde,thus wunyinde.textual note 5
Ther schal a child in the kenyenand springe,
Ilef me, Marie.”textual note 6
Marie him onsweredemyd stephne swithe mylde:
line10“Hw myhte hit iwurthethat ich were myd childe?
Monnes imonetextual note 7 on mene may notextual note 8 mon fynde.”explanatory note 1
Ofdred wes that mayde.textual note 9textual note 10
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fol. 188vA song
From heaven to earth,God sent a greeting
By an archangelwho came to Mary.
Mild was that maidengentle and very gracious,
And of fair demeanor.
line5Gabriel greeted her,saying thus:
“Blessed be you, maiden,thus dwelling.
There shall a child in you be conceivedand born,
Believe me, Mary.”
Mary answered himwith a gentle voice:
line10“How might it bethat I am with child?
Of my company with menmay no one find.”
Frightened was that maiden.
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