8. Now we shuld syng & say newell,
Quia missus est angelus Gabriell.
1
From hevyn was sent an angell of light
Vnto a cyte that Nazareth hyght,
Vnto a mayd, a bryde so bryght,
And full of blis;
Nomen Maria virginis.
2
The angell went furth, & nowght he sest;
Be-fore that mayden he hym sone drest;
He said: “All hayle, thou art full blest
And gracius!
Quia tecum est Dominus.”
3
Whan Mary this hard, a-stoned was she,
And thowght what thys gretyng myght be;
The angell her shewed of grace plente,
And gret solas,
Et dixit: “Maria, ne timeas.”
4
The angell sayd: “Thou maydyn myld,
Thou shalt conceyve & bere a chyld,
Thy maydynhed shall neuer be defyled,
Call hym Jhesus:
Hic erat altissimi filius.”
5
Whan Mary, as bryght as crystall ston,
Thes wordis hard, answered anon,
And asked, how all this myght be done,
And sayd: “How so?
Quia virum non cognosco.”
6
The angell said: “Thou maydyn still,
The Holy Gost shall the fulfill.”
The mayd answered with woyse so shryll,
And sayd mekely:
“Ecce ancilla domini!”
7
Sone after this, this chyld was borne
In Bedleme in a wynters morne.
Now make we mery hym beforne,
& syng newell,
Quia missus est angelus Gabriell.
