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				GABRIEL   Hayle, myghtfull Marie, Godis modir so mylde, 
				Hayle be thou, roote of all reste, hayle be thou ryall. 
				Hayle floure and frewte noght fadid nor filyd, 
				Haile, salve to all synnefull; nowe saie thee I schall, 
				Thy Sone to thiselve me has sente 
				His sande, and sothly he saies, 
				No lenger than ther thre dayes 
				Here lefte thee this liffe that is lente. 
				 
				And therfore he biddis thee loke that thou blithe be, 
				For to that bigly blisse that berde will thee bring 
				There to sitte with hymselve, all solas to see, 
				And to be crowned for his quene and he hymselve kyng 
				In mirthe that evere schall be newe. 
				He sendis to thee worthely, iwis, 
				This palme oute of paradise 
				In tokenyng that it schall be trewe. 
				 
				MARIA   I thanke my Sone semely of all his sandis sere; 
				Unto hym lastandly be ay lovyng 
				That me thus worthely wolde menske on this manere 
				And to his bigly blisse my bones for to bringe. 
				But, gode ser, nevenes me thi name? 
				 
				GABRIELL   Gabriell, that baynly ganne bringe 
				The boodworde of his bering, 
				Forsothe, Lady, I ame the same. 
				 
				MARIA   Nowe, Gabriell, that sothly is fro my Sone sent, 
				I thanke thee ther tythyngis thou tellis me untill, 
				And loved be that Lorde of the lane that has me lente, 
				. . . 
				And dere Sone, I beseke thee, 
				Grete God, thou graunte me thi grace, 
				Thyne appostelis to have in this place 
				That thei at my bering may be. 
				 
				GABRIELL   Nowe, foode faireste of face, most faithfull and fre, 
				Thyne askyng thi Sone has graunte of his grace, 
				And saies all same in sight ye schall see 
				All his appostelis appere in this place 
				To wirke all thi will at thi wending. 
				And sone schall thi peynes be paste 
				And thou to be in liffe that schall laste 
				Evermore withouten any ending. 
				 
				JOHANNES   Marie, my modir, that mylde is and meke 
				And cheffe chosen for chaste, nowe telle me, what chere? 
				 
				MARIA   John, sone, I saie thee forsothe I am seke; 
				My swete Sone sonde I hente, right nowe it was here 
				And douteles he saies I schall dye. 
				Within thre daies, iwis, 
				I schall be beldid in blisse 
				And come to his awne company. 
				 
				JOHANNES   A, with thi leve, Lady, thou nevene it me noght, 
				Ne telle me no tydingis to twynne us in two, 
				For be thou, blissid birde, unto bere broght 
				Evermore whils I wonne in this worlde will me be full woo; 
				Therfore lete it stynte, and be still. 
				 
				MARIA   Nay John, sone, myselve nowe I see. 
				Atte Goddis will moste it nedis be; 
				Therfore be it wroght at his will. 
				 
				JOHANNES   A, worthy, when thou art wente will me be full woo, 
				But God giffe the appostelis wiste of thi wending. 
				 
				MARIA   Yis John, sone, for certayne schall it be so. 
				All schall thei hardely be here at myne ending. 
				The sonde of my Sone saide me thus, 
				That sone schall my penaunce be paste 
				And I to be in liffe that evere schall laste, 
				Than baynly to belde in that blisse. 
				 
				PETRUS   O God, omnipotent, the giffer of all grace, 
				Benedicite Dominus, a clowde now full clere 
				Umbelappid me in Jude prechand as I was, 
				And I have mekill mervayle how that I come here. 
				 
				JACOBUS   A, sesse, of this assemelyng can I noght saie 
				Howe and in what wise that we are here mette, 
				Owthir myrthe or of mornyng mene wele it maye 
				For sodenly in sight here sone was I sette. 
				 
				ANDREAS   A, bredir, be my wetand and iwisse so wer we 
				In diverse landes lely I wotte we were lente, 
				And how we are semelid thus can I noght see 
				But as God of his sande has us same sente. 
				 
				JOHANNES   A, felawes, late be youre fare, 
				For as God will it moste nedis be, 
				That pereles is of posté, 
				His myght is to do mekill mare. 
				 
				For Marie, that worthy, schall wende now, I wene, 
				Unto that bigly blisse that high barne baynly us boght 
				That we in hir sight all same myght be sene 
				Or sche dissever us froo, hir Sone sche besoght. 
				And thus has he wroght atte hir will 
				Whanne sche shal be broght on a bere 
				That we may be neghand hir nere 
				This tyme for to tente hir untill. 
				 
				MARIA   Jesu, my darlyng that ding is and dere, 
				I thanke thee my dere Sone of thi grete grace 
				That I all this faire felawschip atte hande nowe has here, 
				That thei me some comforte may kythe in this case. 
				This sikenes it sittis me full sare; 
				My maidens, take kepe nowe on me 
				And caste some watir uppon me. 
				I faynte, so febill I fare. 
				 
				I ANCILLA   Allas, for my Lady that lemed so light 
				That evere I leved in this lede thus longe for to lende, 
				That I on this semely schulde se such a sight. 
				 
				II ANCILLA   Allas, helpe, sche dyes in oure hende. 
				A, Marie, of me have thou mynde 
				. . .  
				Some comforte us two for to kythe, 
				Thou knowes we are comen of thi kynde. 
				 
				MARIA   What ayles yow women for wo thus wynly to wepe? 
				Yhe do me dere with youre dynne, for me muste nedis dye. 
				Yhe schulde, whenne ye saw me so slippe and slepe, 
				Have lefte all youre late and lette me lye. 
				John, cosyne, garre thame stynte and be still. 
				 
				JOHANNES   A, Marie, that mylde is of mode, 
				When thi Sone was raised on a rode, 
				To tente thee he toke me thee till, 
				 
				And therfore at thi bidding full bayne will I be. 
				Iff ther be oght, modir, that I amende may, 
				I pray thee, myldest of mode, meve thee to me, 
				And I schall, dereworthi dame, do it ilke a daye. 
				 
				MARIA   A, John, sone, that this peyne were overe paste. 
				With goode harte ye alle that are here 
				Praies for me faithfully in feere, 
				For I mon wende fro you as faste. 
				 
				I JUDEUS   A, foode fairest of face, moste faithfull to fynde, 
				Thou mayden and modir that mylde is and meke, 
				As thou arte curtaise and comen of oure kynde 
				All oure synnes for to sesse thi Sone thou beseke 
				With mercy to mende us of mys. 
				 
				II JUDEUS   Sen thou, Lady, come of oure kynne, 
				Thou helpe us nowe, thou veray virginne, 
				That we may be broght unto blisse. 
				 
				MARIA   Jesu, my Sone, for my sake beseke I thee this, 
				As thou arte gracious and grete God, thou graunte me thy grace. 
				Thei that is comen of my kynde and amende will there mys, 
				Nowe specially thou thame spede and spare thame a space, 
				And be ther belde, if thi willis be; 
				And dere Sone, whane I schall dye, 
				I pray thee than, for thi mercy, 
				The fende thou latte me noght see. 
				 
				And also, my blissid barne, if thi will be, 
				I sadly beseke thee, my Sone, for my sake, 
				Men that are stedde stiffely in stormes or in see 
				And are in will wittirly my worschippe to awake 
				And thanne nevenes my name in that nede, 
				Thou late thame not perissh nor spille; 
				Of this bone, my Sone, at thi will, 
				Thou graunte me specially to spede. 
				 
				Also, my bliste barne, thou graunte me my bone, 
				All that are in newe or in nede and nevenes me be name, 
				I praie thee, Sone, for my sake, thou socoure thame sone, 
				In alle ther schoures that are scharpe thou shelde thame fro schame. 
				And women also in thare childing, 
				Nowe speciall thou thame spede, 
				And if so be thei die in that drede, 
				To thi blisse thane baynly thou thame bringe. 
				 
				JESUS   Marie, my modir, thurgh thee myght nowe of me 
				For to make thee in mynde with mirthe to be mending, 
				Thyne asking all haly here heete I nowe thee. 
				But modir, the fende muste be nedis at thyne endyng 
				In figoure full foule for to fere thee; 
				Myne aungelis schall than be aboute thee. 
				And therfore, dere dame, thou thar noght doute thee, 
				For douteles thi dede schall noght dere thee. 
				 
				And therfore, my modir, come myldely to me, 
				For aftir the Sonne my sande will I sende, 
				And to sitte with myselfe all solas to se 
				In aylastand liffe in likyng to lende. 
				In this blisse schall be thi bilding, 
				Of mirth schall thou nevere have missing 
				But evermore abide in my blissing. 
				All this schall thou have at thi welding. 
				 
				MARIA   I thanke thee, my swete Sone, for certis I am seke. 
				I may noght now meve me, for mercie almoste 
				To thee, Sone myne that made me, thi maiden so meke, 
				Here thurgh thi grace, God Sone, I giffe thee my goste. 
				Mi sely saule I thee sende 
				To hevene that is highest on heghte; 
				To thee, Sone myne, that moste is of myght, 
				Ressayve it here into thyne hande. 
				 
				JESUS   Myne aungellis lovely of late, lighter than the levene, 
				Into the erthe wightly I will that ye wende 
				And bringe me my modir to the highest of hevene 
				With mirthe and with melody hir mode for to mende, 
				For here schall hir blisse never be blynnande. 
				Mi modir schall myldely be me 
				Sitte nexte the high Trinité 
				And nevere in two to be twynnand. 
				 
				I ANGELUS   Lorde, atte thi bidding full bayne will I be, 
				That floure that nevere was fadid full fayne will we fette. 
				 
				II ANGELUS   And atte thi will, gode Lorde, wirke will we 
				With solace on ilke side that semely umsitte. 
				 
				III ANGELUS   Latte us fonde to hir faste hir fors to deffende, 
				That birde for to bringe unto this blis bright. 
				Body and sawle we schall hir assende 
				To regne in this regally be regentte full right. 
				 
				IV ANGELUS   To blisse that birde for to bringe, 
				Nowe Gabriell, late us wightly be wendand; 
				This maiden mirthe to be mendand 
				A semely song latte us sing. 
				 
				   Cum uno diabolo. 
				 
				   Et cantant antiphona, scilicet, Ave regina celorum.1 
				
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				(see note); (t-note) 
				royal 
				flower; fruit; defiled 
				remedy 
				 
				messenger; truthfully 
				 
				life; given; (t-note) 
				 
				glad 
				great; Lord 
				 
				(t-note) 
				joy 
				 
				 
				sign; true 
				 
				many messages 
				everlastingly; praising 
				honor 
				perfect 
				say to me 
				 
				did 
				message; bearing 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				gift; given; (t-note) 
				[line missing, see textual note] 
				beseech 
				 
				(see note) 
				burial (funeral) 
				 
				person 
				[For] your asking; has granted 
				together 
				 
				passing away 
				finished 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				chief; chastity 
				 
				sick 
				message; received; (t-note) 
				without doubt 
				(see note) 
				sheltered 
				own 
				 
				speak 
				separate 
				Lady; bier 
				dwell 
				cease 
				 
				son 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				knowledge 
				 
				Yes 
				forthwith 
				messenger 
				soon 
				 
				willingly; dwell 
				 
				 
				Praise God; (see note) 
				Encircled; Judea preaching; (t-note) 
				 
				 
				cease; assembling 
				 
				Either joy; mourning 
				 
				 
				so far as I know 
				 
				assembled 
				message; together 
				 
				matter 
				 
				peerless; power 
				much more 
				 
				 
				person; willingly us purchased 
				together; seen; (t-note) 
				Ere; separate herself 
				 
				bier 
				coming near her 
				attend 
				 
				worthy 
				 
				(t-note) 
				show 
				sickness; sore 
				 
				(see note) 
				 
				 
				shone; brightly 
				lived; place (land) 
				beautiful one 
				 
				hands 
				(t-note) 
				[line missing, see textual note] 
				 
				people 
				 
				excessively; (see note) 
				harm; crying; (t-note) 
				(i.e., go to sleep) 
				your fuss 
				make; to stop 
				 
				mood 
				cross 
				attend 
				 
				ready 
				 
				speak 
				excellent; this same day; (t-note) 
				 
				passed over (concluded) 
				 
				Pray; all together 
				must go 
				 
				person 
				humble 
				courteous 
				cease; beseech; (t-note) 
				sin (error) 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				(t-note) 
				people; (see note) 
				assist 
				their defender 
				 
				 
				fiend; (see note) 
				 
				 
				solemnly 
				steadfast; sea; (see note) 
				willing wisely 
				call on 
				allow them; perish 
				request 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				trouble; call on me by 
				 
				troubles; shield 
				their childbirth 
				 
				dread 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				wholly; promise; (see note) 
				 
				form; frighten 
				(see note) 
				worry yourself 
				death; harm 
				 
				 
				messenger 
				 
				everlasting; bliss to dwell 
				dwelling 
				 
				 
				wielding (control); (t-note) 
				 
				 
				move (speak) 
				 
				through; spirit 
				simple; (see note) 
				 
				 
				Receive 
				 
				aspect; brighter; lightning 
				humanly 
				 
				 
				ceasing 
				meekly by 
				 
				separated 
				 
				ready 
				flower; gladly; bring 
				 
				 
				of that lovely one be seated around 
				 
				go; strength 
				Lady 
				 
				reign; dominion 
				 
				Lady; (t-note) 
				let; going 
				joy; mending 
				let; (t-note) 
				 
				With one devil; (t-note) 
				 
				(see note) 
				
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