fol. 188vItem cantus
Fromheovene into eorthe,God gretynge he sendeBi on archaunglethat to Marye wende.Milde wes that maydeswete and swithe hende,And of fayre ibere.line5Gabriel hire grette,thus quethinde:“Edy beo thu, mayde,thus wunyinde.Ther schal a child in the kenyenand springe,Ilef me, Marie.”
Marie him onsweredemyd stephne swithe mylde:line10“Hw myhte hit iwurthethat ich were myd childe?Monnes imone on mene may no mon fynde.”
Ofdred wes that mayde.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
fol. 188vA song
From heaven to earth,God sent a greetingBy 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.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .