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Tunc cantat angelus, Ne timeas Maria.
Þou goddis aungell, meke and mylde,
Howe sulde it be, I the praye,
That I sulde consayve a childe
Of any man by nyght or daye.
I knawe no man þat shulde haue fyled
My maydenhode, the sothe to saye;
With-outen will of werkis wilde,
In chastite I haue ben ay.
The Halygast in þe sall lighte,
Hegh vertue sall to þe holde,
The holy birthe of the so bright,
God sonne he sall be calde.
Loo, Elyzabeth, þi cosyne, ne myght
In elde consayue a childe for alde,
Þis is þe sexte moneth full ryght,
To hir þat baran has ben talde.
Thou aungell, blissid messanger,
Of goddis will I holde me payde,
I love my lorde with herte dere,
Þe grace þat he has for me layde.
Goddis handmayden, lo! me here,
To his wille all redy grayd,
Be done to me of all manere,
Thurgh thy worde als þou hast saide.
Now God, þat all oure hope is in,
Thur[gh] the myght of þe haly gaste,
Saue þe, dame, fro sak of synne,
And wisse þe fro all werkis wast!
[Exit Angel.]
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Ang.
Ne drede þe noght, þou mylde marie,
For no-thyng þat may be-falle,
For þou has fun soueranly
At god a grace ouer othir all.
In chastite of thy bodye
Consayue and bere a childe þou sall,
This bodword brynge I þe, for-thy
His name Jesu sall þou calle.
For no-thyng þat may be-falle,
For þou has fun soueranly
At god a grace ouer othir all.
In chastite of thy bodye
Consayue and bere a childe þou sall,
This bodword brynge I þe, for-thy
His name Jesu sall þou calle.
15.
Mekill of myght þan sall he bee,
He sall be God and called God sonne.
Dauid sege, his fadir free,
Sall God hym giffe to sytte vppon;
Als kyng for euer regne sall hee,
In Jacob house ay for to wonne.
Of his kyngdome and dignite
Shall noo man erthly knaw ne con.
He sall be God and called God sonne.
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Sall God hym giffe to sytte vppon;
Als kyng for euer regne sall hee,
In Jacob house ay for to wonne.
Of his kyngdome and dignite
Shall noo man erthly knaw ne con.
16.
Maria.Þou goddis aungell, meke and mylde,
Howe sulde it be, I the praye,
That I sulde consayve a childe
Of any man by nyght or daye.
I knawe no man þat shulde haue fyled
My maydenhode, the sothe to saye;
With-outen will of werkis wilde,
In chastite I haue ben ay.
17.
Ang.The Halygast in þe sall lighte,
Hegh vertue sall to þe holde,
The holy birthe of the so bright,
God sonne he sall be calde.
Loo, Elyzabeth, þi cosyne, ne myght
In elde consayue a childe for alde,
Þis is þe sexte moneth full ryght,
To hir þat baran has ben talde.
18.
Maria.Thou aungell, blissid messanger,
Of goddis will I holde me payde,
I love my lorde with herte dere,
Þe grace þat he has for me layde.
Goddis handmayden, lo! me here,
To his wille all redy grayd,
Be done to me of all manere,
Thurgh thy worde als þou hast saide.
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[Ang.]Now God, þat all oure hope is in,
Thur[gh] the myght of þe haly gaste,
Saue þe, dame, fro sak of synne,
And wisse þe fro all werkis wast!
[Exit Angel.]
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