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				DOCTOUR   Lord God, grete mervell es to mene 
				Howe man was made withouten mysse 
				And sette whare he sulde ever have bene 
				Withouten bale, bidand in blisse, 
				And howe he lost that comforth clene 
				And was putte oute fro paradys, 
				And sithen what sorouse sor warr sene 
				Sente unto hym and to al his; 
				And howe they lay lange space 
				In helle, lokyn fro lyght, 
				Tille God graunted tham grace 
				Of helpe, als he hadde hyght. 
				 
				Than is it nedfull for to neven 
				How prophettis all Goddis counsailes kende, 
				Als prophet Amos in his steven 
				Lered whils he in his liffe gun lende: 
				Deus pater disposuit salutem fieri in medio terre, etc.1 
				He sais thus, God the Fadir in heven 
				Ordand in erthe mankynde to mende, 
				And to grayth it with Godhede even, 
				His Sone he saide that he suld sende 
				To take kynde of mankyn 
				In a mayden full mylde. 
				So was many saved of syn 
				And the foule fende begyled. 
				 
				And for the feende sulde so be fedd 
				Be tyne, and to no treuth take tentt, 
				God made that mayden to be wedded 
				Or he his Sone unto hir sentte. 
				So was the Godhede closed and cledde 
				In wede of weddyng whare thy wente, 
				And that oure blisse sulde so be bredde 
				Ful many materes may be mente: 
				Quoniam in semine tuo benedicentur omnes gentes, etc.2  
				God hymself sayde this thynge 
				To Abraham als hym liste: 
				Of thy sede sall uppe sprynge 
				Wharein folke sall be bliste. 
				 
				To prove thes prophetts ordande er, 
				Als Isay, unto olde and yenge, 
				He moved oure myscheves for to merr, 
				For thus he prayed God for this thynge, 
				Rorate celi desuper, 
				Lord, late thou doune at thy likyng 
				The dewe to fall fro heven so ferre, 
				For than the erthe sall sprede and sprynge 
				A seede that us sall save, 
				That nowe in blisse are bente. 
				Of clerkis whoso will crave, 
				Thus may ther gatis be mente. 
				 
				The dewe to the gode Haly Gaste 
				May be remened in mannes mynde, 
				The erthe unto the mayden chaste, 
				Bycause sho comes of erthely kynde. 
				Thir wise wordis ware noght wroght in waste 
				To waffe and wende away als wynde, 
				For this same prophett sone in haste 
				Saide forthermore, als folkes may fynde, 
				Propter hoc dabit dominus ipse vobis signum, etc.3 
				Loo, he sais thus, God sall gyffe 
				Hereof a syngne to see 
				Tille all that lely lyffe 
				And this thare sygne sal be, 
				Ecce virgo concipiett, and pariet filium, etc.4 
				 
				Loo, he sais a mayden mon 
				Here on this molde mankynde omell, 
				Ful clere consayve and bere a Sonne 
				And neven his name Emanuell. 
				His kyngdom that evere is begonne, 
				Sall never sese, but dure and dwell. 
				On David sege thore sall he wonne, 
				His domes to deme and trueth to telle: 
				Zelus domini faciet hoc, etc. 
				He says, luffe of oure Lorde, 
				All this sall ordan thanne 
				That mennes pees and accorde 
				To make with erthely manne. 
				 
				More of this maiden meves me. 
				This prophett sais for oure socoure, 
				Egredietur virga de Jesse, 
				A wande sall brede of Jesse boure. 
				And of this same also, sais hee, 
				Upponne that wande sall springe a floure 
				Wheron the Haly Gast sall be 
				To governe it with grete honnoure. 
				That wande meynes untill us 
				This mayden, even and morne, 
				And the floure is Jesus, 
				That of that blyst bees borne. 
				 
				The prophet Johell, a gentill Jewe, 
				Somtyme has saide of the same thyng: 
				He likenes Criste even als he knewe 
				Like to the dewe in doune-commyng: 
				Ero quasi ros, et virgo Israell germinabit sicut lilium.5 
				The maiden of Israell al newe, 
				He sais, sall bere one and forthe brynge 
				Als the lelly floure, full faire of hewe, 
				This meynes sa to olde and yenge 
				That the hegh Haly Gaste 
				Come oure myscheffe to mende 
				In Marie mayden chaste, 
				When God his Sone walde sende. 
				 
				This lady is to the lilly lyke, 
				That is bycause of hir clene liffe, 
				For in this worlde was never slyke 
				One to be mayden, modir, and wyffe: 
				And hir Sonne, kyng in heven ryke, 
				Als oft es red be reasoune ryfe, 
				And hir husband bath maistir and meke, 
				In charité to stynte all striffe. 
				This passed all worldly witte, 
				How God had ordand thaim thanne 
				In hir one to be knytte: 
				Godhed, maydenhed, and manne. 
				 
				Bot of this werke grete witnes was 
				With formefaders, all folke may tell. 
				Whan Jacob blyst his sone Judas, 
				He tolde the tale thaim two emell: 
				Non auferetur septrum de Juda, 
				donec veniat qui mittendus est.6 
				He sais the septer sall noght passe 
				Fra Juda lande of Israell, 
				Or he comme that God ordand has 
				To be sente feendis force to fell: 
				Et ipse erit expectacio gencium. 
				Hym sall alle folke abyde 
				And stande unto his steven, 
				Ther sawes wer signified 
				To Crist, Goddis Sone in heven. 
				 
				For howe he was sente, se we more, 
				And howe God wolde his place purvay, 
				He saide, Sonne, I sall sende byfore 
				Myne aungell to rede thee thy way: 
				Ecce mitto angelum meum ante faciem 
				tuam qui preparabit viam tuam ante te.7 
				Of John Baptist he menyd thore, 
				For in erthe he was ordand ay 
				To warne the folke that wilsom wore 
				Of Cristis comyng, and thus gon say: 
				Ego quidem baptizo in aqua vos, autem 
				baptizabimini spiritu sancto.8 
				Eftir me sall come nowe 
				A man of myghtis mast, 
				And sall baptis yowe 
				In the high Holy Gast. 
				 
				Thus of Cristis commyng may we see 
				How Sainte Luke spekis in his gospell, 
				Fro God in heven es sent, sais he, 
				An aungell is named Gabriell 
				To Nazareth in Galale, 
				Where than a mayden mylde gon dwell, 
				That with Joseph suld wedded be; 
				Hir name is Marie, thus gan he telle. 
				How God his grace than grayd 
				To man in this manere, 
				And how the aungell saide, 
				Takes hede, all that will here. 
				 
				Tunc cantat angelus 
				 
				ANGELUS   Hayle, Marie, full of grace and blysse, 
				Oure Lord God is with thee 
				And has chosen thee for his. 
				Of all women blist mot thou be. 
				 
				MARIA   What maner of halsyng is this 
				Thus prevely comes to me? 
				For in myn herte a thoght it is, 
				The tokenyng that I here see. 
				 
				Tunc cantat angelus, Ne timeas, Maria. 
				 
				ANGELUS   Ne drede thee noght, thou mylde Marie, 
				For nothyng that may befalle, 
				For thou has fun soveranly 
				At God a grace over othir all. 
				In chastité of thy bodye 
				Consayve and bere a childe thou sall. 
				This bodword brynge I thee, forthy 
				His name Jesu sall thou calle. 
				 
				Mekill of myght than sall he bee; 
				He sall be God and called God Sonn. 
				David sege, his fadir free, 
				Sall God hym giffe to sytte uppon, 
				Als kyng forever regne sall hee, 
				In Jacob house ay for to wonne. 
				Of his kyngdome and dignité 
				Shall noo man erthly knaw ne con. 
				 
				MARIA   Thou Goddis aungell, meke and mylde, 
				Howe sulde it be, I thee praye, 
				That I sulde consayve a childe 
				Of any man by nyght or daye? 
				I knawe no man that shulde have fyled 
				My maydenhode, the sothe to saye. 
				Withouten will of werkis wilde 
				In chastité I have ben ay. 
				 
				ANGELUS   The Holy Gast in thee sall lighte, 
				Hegh vertue sall to thee holde, 
				The holy birthe of thee so bright, 
				God Sonne he sall be calde. 
				Loo, Elyzabeth, thi cosyne, ne myght 
				In elde consayve a childe for alde; 
				This is the sexte moneth full ryght 
				To hir that baran has ben talde. 
				 
				MARIA   Thou aungell, blissid messanger, 
				Of Goddis will I holde me payde: 
				I love my Lorde with herte clere, 
				The grace that he has for me layde. 
				Goddis handmayden, lo, me here 
				To his wille all redy grayd, 
				Be done to me of all manere 
				Thurgh thy worde als thou hast saide. 
				 
				Now God, that all oure hope is in, 
				Thur the myght of the Haly Gaste, 
				Save thee, dame, fro sak of synne 
				And wisse thee fro all werkis wast. 
				Elyzabeth, myn awne cosyne, 
				Methoght I coveyte alway mast 
				To speke with thee of all my kynne; 
				Therfore I comme thus in this hast. 
				 
				ELIZABETH   A, welcome, mylde Marie, 
				Myne aughen cosyne so dere, 
				Joifull woman am I 
				That I nowe see thee here. 
				Blissid be thou anely 
				Of all women in feere, 
				And the frute of thy body 
				Be blissid ferre and nere. 
				 
				This is joyfull tydyng 
				That I may nowe here see 
				The modyr of my Lord Kyng, 
				Thusgate come to me. 
				Sone als the voyce of thine haylsing 
				Moght myn neres entreand be  
				The childe in my wombe so yenge 
				Makes grete myrthe unto thee. 
				 
				MARIA   Nowe, Lorde, blist be thou ay 
				For the grace thou has me lente; 
				Lorde, I lofe thee, God verray, 
				The sande thou hast me sente. 
				I thanke thee nyght and day 
				And prayes with goode entente 
				Thou make me to thy paye, 
				To thee my wille is wentte. 
				 
				ELIZABETH   Blissed be thou grathely grayed 
				To God thurgh chastité, 
				Thou trowed and helde thee payed 
				Atte his wille for to bee. 
				All that to thee is saide 
				Fro my Lorde so free, 
				Swilke grace is for thee layde 
				Sall be fulfilled in thee. 
				 
				MARIA   To his grace I will me ta, 
				With chastité to dele, 
				That made me thus to ga 
				Omange his maidens feele. 
				My saule sall lovyng ma 
				Unto that Lorde so lele, 
				And my gast make joye alswa 
				In God that es my hele. 
				 
				Tunc cantat Magnificat. 
				
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				is to tell; (t-note) 
				sin 
				 
				sorrow, abiding 
				 
				 
				then; sorrows sore were; (t-note) 
				 
				a long time 
				locked (shut off) 
				 
				promised 
				 
				tell 
				revealed 
				bidding (voice); (see note) 
				Taught while he was alive 
				(t-note) 
				 
				Ordained 
				cause it to be 
				 
				the nature 
				 
				sin 
				beguiled; (see note) 
				 
				should; (see note) 
				anger; (i.e., be self-deceived) 
				 
				Before 
				clad 
				wedding garment 
				brought about 
				 
				(see note); (t-note) 
				 
				 
				seed 
				blessed 
				 
				ordained before; (t-note) 
				Isaiah; young; (t-note) 
				spoke of; impair 
				 
				Drop down, dew, from heaven; (see note) 
				let; descend 
				 
				 
				 
				inclined toward bliss 
				ask 
				(i.e., matters bespoken of) 
				 
				 
				compared 
				 
				 
				were; formed in vain 
				 
				soon 
				 
				(see note) 
				give 
				sign 
				loyally live 
				sign 
				(see note) 
				 
				may 
				earth; among 
				Without guilt conceive 
				 
				 
				endure 
				David’s throne there; (see note) 
				judgments to pronounce 
				The zeal of the Lord will perform this, etc.; (see note) 
				love 
				ordain; (see note) 
				intends 
				 
				 
				I [will] speak about; (t-note) 
				 
				And there will come forth a rod of [the root of] Jesse; (see note) 
				rod; grow from Jesse’s bower (lineage) 
				 
				flower 
				 
				 
				signifies for us 
				evening 
				(t-note) 
				blessed [maiden] is 
				 
				Joel 
				 
				 
				descending 
				(see note); (t-note) 
				 
				 
				lily flower; hue; (see note) 
				means so; young 
				high; (see note) 
				[Will] come 
				 
				would 
				 
				comparable to 
				(see note) 
				[anyone] like [her] 
				virgin, mother 
				kingdom 
				is advised by; abundant 
				both; companion 
				to end 
				knowing 
				 
				joined as one 
				(see note) 
				 
				 
				patriarchs 
				blessed; Judah 
				narrative; among 
				(see note) 
				(t-note) 
				 
				Judah 
				Before he comes 
				the fiend’s 
				And he will be the expectation of the nations; (see note) 
				await 
				be obedient to; voice 
				sayings; predicted 
				 
				 
				 
				provide 
				 
				prepare 
				(see note) 
				 
				spake there 
				 
				were in error 
				 
				(see note) 
				 
				After 
				great power; (t-note) 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				Galilee 
				then; did 
				should 
				began; to tell 
				prepared; (t-note) 
				 
				 
				hear; (see note) 
				 
				Then the angel shall sing; (t-note) 
				 
				(see note) 
				 
				 
				blessed may 
				 
				greeting 
				privately 
				 
				sign; (see note) 
				 
				Then the angel shall sing, “Do not fear, Mary”; (t-note) 
				 
				 
				 
				been found surpassingly 
				By God; (t-note) 
				 
				 
				message; (see note) 
				 
				 
				then 
				 
				throne; gracious forefather 
				give 
				 
				dwell 
				 
				can; (t-note) 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				defiled 
				truth 
				uncontrolled behavior 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				High 
				 
				 
				 
				because of old age 
				 
				barren; counted 
				 
				(see note) 
				rewarded 
				 
				established 
				 
				prepared 
				 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				Through 
				 
				guide; away from; impure 
				 
				most 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				own 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				company 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				mother 
				In this way 
				greeting 
				Might; ears entering 
				young 
				(t-note) 
				 
				 
				(t-note) 
				praise 
				message 
				 
				praise 
				liking 
				 
				 
				appropriately ready 
				 
				trusted 
				 
				 
				From 
				stored up 
				 
				 
				take 
				(i.e., maintain) 
				go 
				Among; many 
				praise 
				true 
				spirit; joy always 
				health 
				 
				Then she sings “[My soul] doth magnify [the Lord]”; (see note); (t-note) 
				
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