49. Newell, newell, newell, newell,
This ys þe salutacion of Gabryell.
1
Tydyngis trewe, ther be com newe,
Sent from the trynyte
By Gabryell from Nazareth to a cite of Galely:
‘A clene maydyn, a pure virgyn,
By her humylite
Hath born the person second in divinite.’
Newell, [newell, newell, newell,
This ys þe salutacion of Gabryell.]
2
Whan that he presentid was
Beffore her fayre visage,
In moste demvre & goodly wise
He dide to her homage
& said: “Lady, from hevyn so hye,
That lordis herytage,
For he of the now born will be,
I am sent on the message.”
Newell, [newell, newell, newell,
This ys þe salutacion of Gabryell.]
3
“Hayll, virgyn celestiall,
The mekeste þat euer was!
Hayll, temple of the deite!
Hayll, myrrowr of all grace!
Hayll, virgyn pure! I the ensure,
With-in a lytill space
Thow shalt conceyve, & hym receyve
That shall brynge gret solas.”
Newell, [newell, newell, newell,
This ys þe salutacion of Gabryell.]
4
Than bespak the virgyn agayn,
& answered womanly:
“What-so-euer my lord comaundith me,
I will obbey trewly.
Ecce sum humilima ancilla domini:
Secundum verbum tuum, fiat michi.”
Newell, [newell, newell, newell,
This ys þe salutacion of Gabryell.]
Explicit.
