CXIX. Mary so mylde, so meke, so fre
Hath borne a chylde of hyghe degre,
And his name ys Ihesus.
1
An angelle seide to thatte meyde so fre:
‘Hayle, fulle of grace: god is with the;
Of alle women blessid thou be!
Thou shalt conceyue Ihesus.’
2
When she hurde this, thatt blessid meyde,
Sore in here mynde she was afreyde
Of theys wordys, thatte he hadde seyde:
‘Thou shalt conceyue Ihesus.’
3
‘Drede not,’ he seide, thatte angelle bryght;
‘Thou hast founde grace in goddys syght:
Withyn thy wombe by his grete myght
Thou shalt conceyue Ihesus.’
4
Sche seide vnto thatte angelle than:
‘Hou shalle this be (telle, if thou can),
Sith I entende to knowe no man
And shalle conceyue Ihesus?’
5
He seide: ‘God, thatt is withoute ende,
The holigost to the shalle sende,
And by grace, thatte he shalle extende,
Thou shalt conceyue Ihesus.
6
Elyzabeth by highe suffrage
Hath conceyuyd in here old age
A chyld alsoo: withowte bondage
Thou shalt conceyue Ihesus.’
7
Sche answerd hym, thatt meyde so fre:
‘As thou hast seide, be done to me;
The wille of god fulfyllyd be
Thus to conceyue Ihesus.’
8
He toke his leue, thatt angell bryght,
Of here and went to blysse full ryght,
And forthwithall, as he behyght,
Sche conceyuyd Ihesus.
