¶ Sei{n}t Ion hire kepte {and} was hire dere; He was hire eure a trewe fere. Nolde he neure fram hire gon; Al þ{a}t heo wolde he dude anon. 80 Þe whiles hi were in þ{a}t stede, Al þ{a}t heo wolde he hit dede. Whane heo hadde beo þ{er} longe, Ten wynt{er}e he{m} amonge, 84 Hire sone wolde heo come hym to, Whane he hit wolde, hit was ido. Seynt Io{ha}n hure kep{er} was hure dere, And to hure was a trewe fere. 84 Ne wolde he neu{er} fro hure gone; Al þat sche wolde he wolde done. While sche was in þat stede, Al þat sche wolde he hure dede. 88 When sche hadde þ{er} longe ben, That faire ladi, heuene quen, Than wolde hure sone sche com hi{m} to. When he wolde, hit was do. 92 ¶ He sente hire on Au{n}gel of heuene, {And} grette hire wiþ murie steuene. 88 In þe temple he bad hire bede; Þ{er} liȝte þe au{n}gel i{n} þ{a}t stede, {And} sede, “lefdi ful of grace, He sent to hure an angel of heuene, That gret hure w{i}t{h} myry steuene, Ther sche was {and} bad hure bede, Lyȝth an angel in þat stede, 96 [Sidenote: [leaf 64]] And seide, “ladi, ful of g{ra}ce, [Headnote: _The angel announces that Mary will be summoned to heaven._] “Wel þe beo in eche place. 92 Ne beo noȝt of drad þeȝ ihc beo her; Ihc am þi sones Messager. Fram hym to þe ihc am icome Þe grette wel þi dere sone. 96 Flur of erþe, of heuene quen, Iblessed mote þu eure ben. “Blessed be þou in eche place. Be nouȝt adrad þouȝ I be here; I am þi sones messagere. 100 Fro hym I am to þee come; He gret þee wel, þi dere sone. Floure of erþe, heuene quene, Blessed mote þ{o}u euer bene. 104 Wel beo þe time þ{a}t þu were ibore, For al þis wordle were forlore; 100 Ef þu nere {and} þ{a}t frut of þe, Marie lefdi, wel þe be. Lefdi, best of alle þinge, Wel bliþe bode ihc þe bringe, 104 Nym þis palm wiþ þi riȝt honde; Hit is þi dere sones sonde. Wel be þat tyme þat þ{o}u was born, For al þis worlde hit was forlorn, Ȝif þou ne were {and} þe fruyt of þee; Marie, ladi, wel þee be. 108 Ladi, best of al þinge, Bliþe tiþynges I þee brynge, Thou take þis palme þ{a}t I brynge þee; Thi dere sone haþ sent it þee. 112 He þinkeþ lo{n}g hym to se; Ne schaltu her no leng{er} beo. 108 He wile senden aft{er} þe, Fram heuene adun of his meigne, {And} fecche þe in to his blisse, Þ{a}t eure schal leste wiþute misse. 112 Þer he is kyng þu schalt beo quen; Al heuene for þe schal bliþe beon.”