. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .fol. 181r “Of thine swete wordes, ich am swithe gled. Ich am Godes wenche; ful wel ich habbe isped. Al his wille beo ifuld, as thu iseyd.”

Bidde we thilke Louerd, wende hwer we wende,line5 That to the swete mayde Gabriel gon sende, That for his swete moder luve, that feyr is and hende, Bringe us to the blisse that lesteth buten ende. Amen.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .fol. 181r “Of your gracious words, I am very glad. I am God’s handmaid; I have fared very well. May all his will be fulfilled, just as you’ve said.”

Let us pray to this Lord, going where we go,line5 Who sent Gabriel to the blessed virgin, For love of his blessed mother, who’s fair and gentle, He may bring us to the bliss that lasts without end. Amen.