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				JESUS   Myne aungellis that are bright and schene, 
				On my message take ye the waye 
				Unto Marie, my modir clene; 
				That berde is brighter than the daye, 
				Grete hir wele haly bedene 
				An to that semely schall ye saye, 
				Off hevene I have hir chosen quene 
				In joie and blisse that laste schall aye. 
				 
				I wille you saie what I have thoughte 
				And why that ye schall tille hir wende; 
				I will hir body to me be brought 
				To beilde in blisse withouten ende. 
				 
				Mi flesshe of hir in erthe was tone; 
				Unkindely thing it were, iwis, 
				That scho schulde bide be hire allone 
				And I beilde here so high in blis. 
				 
				Forthy tille hir than schall ye fare 
				Full frendlye for to fecche hir hedir; 
				There is nothyng that I love more 
				In blisse thanne schall we belde togedir. 
				 
				I ANGELUS   O, blisful Lorde, nowe moste of myght, 
				We are redye with all oure myght 
				Thy bidding to fulfille, 
				To thi modir, that maiden free, 
				Chosen cheffe of chastité, 
				As is thy wille. 
				 
				II ANGELUS   Off this message we are full fayne; 
				We are redy with myght and mayne 
				Bothe be day and be nyght. 
				Hevene and erthe nowe gladde may be 
				That frely foode nowe for to see 
				In whome that thou did light. 
				 
				III ANGELUS   Lorde Jesu Criste, oure governoure, 
				We are all boune atte thi bidding: 
				With joie and blisse and grete honnoure, 
				We schall thi modir to thee bringe. 
				 
				IV ANGELUS   Hayle, the doughtir of blissid Anne, 
				Thee whiche consayved thurgh the Holy Goste, 
				And thou brought forthe both God and manne, 
				The whiche felled doune the fendis boste. 
				 
				V ANGELUS   Haile, roote of risse, that fourthe brought 
				That blissid floure, oure Saveoure, 
				The whiche that made mankynde of noght 
				And brought hym uppe into his toure. 
				 
				VI ANGELUS   Of thee allone he wolde be borne 
				Into this worlde of wrecchidnesse 
				To save mankynde that was forlorne 
				And bringe thame oute of grete distresse. 
				 
				I ANGELUS   Thou may be gladde, bothe day and nyght 
				To se thy Sone oure Saveoure; 
				He will thee croune nowe, Lady bright, 
				Thou blissid modir and faire floure. 
				 
				II ANGELUS   Marie, modir and mayden clene, 
				Chosen cheffe unto thi childe, 
				Of hevene and erthe thou arte quene; 
				Come uppe nowe, Lady, meke and mylde. 
				 
				III ANGELUS   Thi Sone has sente us aftir thee 
				To bringe thee nowe unto his blisse; 
				Ther schall thou belde and blithe be, 
				Of joie and mirthe schall thou noght misse. 
				 
				IV ANGELUS   For in his blisse withouten ende 
				There schall thou alkynne solas see, 
				Thi liffe in likyng for to lende 
				With thi dere Sone in Trinité. 
				 
				MARIA   A, blissid be God, Fadir all weldand, 
				Hymselffe wottith best what is to doo; 
				I thanke hym with harte and hande 
				That thus his blisse wolde take me too. 
				 
				And you also, his aungellis bright 
				That fro my Sone to me is sente, 
				I am redy with all my myght 
				For to fulfille his comaundement. 
				 
				V ANGELUS   Go we nowe, thou worthi wight, 
				Unto thi Sone that is so gente; 
				We schall thee bringe into his sight 
				To croune thee quene, thus hase he mente. 
				 
				VI ANGELUS   Alle hevene and erthe schall worschippe thee 
				And baynnely be at thi biddinge; 
				Thy joie schall evere incressid be, 
				Of solas sere than schall thou synge. 
				 
				   Cantando. 
				 
				I ANGELUS   Jesu, Lorde and heveneis Kyng, 
				Here is thi modir thou aftir sente. 
				We have her brought at thi biddynge; 
				Take hir to thee as thou haste mente. 
				 
				MARIA   Jesu, my Sone, loved motte thou be. 
				I thanke thee hartely in my thought 
				That this wise ordand is for me, 
				And to this blisse thou haste me broght. 
				 
				JESUS   Haile be thou, Marie, maiden bright, 
				Thou arte my modir and I thy Sone. 
				With grace and goodnesse arte thou dight, 
				With me in blisse ay schall thou wonne. 
				 
				Nowe schall thou have that I thee hight, 
				Thy tyme is paste of all thi care: 
				Wirschippe schall the aungellis bright, 
				Of newe schall thou witte nevere more. 
				 
				MARIA   Jesu my Sone, loved motte thou be. 
				I thanke thee hartely in my thoght 
				That on this wise ordand is for me 
				And to this blisse thou has me broght. 
				 
				JESUS   Come forth with me, my modir bright, 
				Into my blisse we schall assende 
				To wonne in welthe, thou worthi wight, 
				That neveremore schall it have ende. 
				 
				Thi newis, modir, to neven thame nowe, 
				Are turned to joie, and soth it is 
				All aungellis bright thei schall thee bowe 
				And worschippe thee worthely, iwis. 
				For mekill joie, modir, had thou 
				Whan Gabriell grette thee wele be this 
				And tolde thee tristely for to trowe 
				Thou schulde consayve the kyng of blisse. 
				 
				Nowe maiden, meke and modir myne, 
				Itt was full mekill myrthe to thee 
				That I schuld ligge in wombe of thine 
				Thurgh gretyng of an aungell free. 
				The secounde joie, modir, was syne 
				Withouten payne whan thou bare me. 
				The thirde aftir my bittir peyne 
				Fro dede on lyve thou sawe me be. 
				 
				The fourthe was when I stied uppe right 
				To hevene unto my Fadir dere. 
				My modir, when thou saught that sight, 
				To thee it was a solas seere. 
				This is the fifte, thou worthy wight, 
				Of the jois this has no pere; 
				Nowe schall thou belde in blisse so bright 
				Forever and ay, I highte thee here. 
				 
				For thou arte cheffe of chastité, 
				Off all women thou beris the floure, 
				Nowe schalle thou, Lady, belde with me 
				In blisse that schall evere indowre. 
				Full high on highte in magesté 
				With all worshippe and all honnoures 
				Wher we schall evere samen be, 
				Beldand in oure bigly boures. 
				 
				Alle kynnys swetnesse is therin 
				That manne uppon may thynke, or wiffe, 
				With joie and blisse that nevere schall blynne; 
				Ther schall thou, Lady, lede thy liffe. 
				 
				Thou schalte be worshipped with honnoure 
				In hevene blisse that is so bright 
				With martiris and with confessouris, 
				With all virginis, that worthy wight. 
				Before all othere creatours 
				I schall thee giffe both grace and might 
				In hevene and erthe to sende socoure 
				To all that servis thee day and nyght. 
				 
				I graunte thame grace with all my myght 
				Thurgh askyng of thi praier 
				That to thee call be day or nyght 
				In what disease so that thei are. 
				 
				Thou arte my liffe and my lekyng, 
				Mi modir and my mayden schene. 
				Ressayve this croune, my dere darlyng, 
				Ther I am kyng, thou schalte be quene. 
				 
				Myne aungellis bright, a songe ye singe 
				In the honnoure of my modir dere, 
				And here I giffe you my blissing 
				Haly nowe, all in fere. 
				
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				shining; (see note); (t-note) 
				 
				pure 
				Lady 
				Greet; wholly forthwith 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				dwell 
				 
				taken 
				 
				by herself 
				 
				 
				 
				lovingly; bring; hither 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				glad 
				power 
				 
				 
				worthy person 
				(i.e., In whose womb) 
				 
				 
				obliged 
				 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				conceived 
				 
				put down; boast 
				 
				branch; forth 
				flower; (see note) 
				 
				tower (i.e., heaven) 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				chief 
				 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				 
				dwell; happy 
				 
				 
				 
				every kind of solace 
				bliss; live 
				 
				 
				controlling 
				knows 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				gracious 
				 
				intended 
				 
				 
				obediently 
				 
				 
				 
				[The angels] are to sing; (see note); (t-note) 
				 
				heaven’s 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				ordained 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				adorned 
				dwell 
				 
				promised 
				passed; trouble 
				Worship [you] 
				annoyance; know (experience) 
				 
				praised must 
				 
				ordained 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				annoyances; speak 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				greeted 
				trustfully; believe 
				 
				 
				(see note); (t-note) 
				 
				lie 
				 
				since (when) 
				 
				 
				From death to life 
				 
				climbed (went) 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				peer 
				 
				promise 
				 
				 
				bears; flower 
				 
				continue 
				 
				 
				together 
				commodious bowers 
				 
				types of sweetness 
				woman 
				 
				lead 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				martyrs 
				person (i.e., Mary) 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				misery 
				 
				liking (desire) 
				bright 
				 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				 
				 
				Wholly; all together 
				
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