The þynkeþ longe hi{m} to see; Ther fore most I no lengere be, He schal sende after þee Of heuene ferde moche plente, 116 And brynge þee in to his blisse, That euer was {and} now is. Þer he is kyng, þou schalt be quene; Al heuen ryche bliþe schal bene. 120 [Sidenote: [leaf 64, back]] And alle him þenkeþ swiþe longe Til þou comest hem amonge.” ¶ Þa{n}ne ansuaredi vre lefdi, To þe au{n}gel þat stod hire by, 116 “Artu Mi sones Messager, Þ{a}t bringest me þis greting her? Haþ he set me any day Aȝenes þ{a}t ihc me greþi may, 120 {And} nyme lyue of mine kenesmen, {And} myne frend þ{a}t wiþ me beon, {And} of him þ{a}t haþ me cloþed {and} fed, {And} don also my sone hym bed?” 124 Than answerede oure ladi, And seide to þe angel, “belamy, 124 Art þou my sones massagere, That bryngest me þis bodes here? Haueþ he me sette any day, Aȝens when I me greithe may, 128 W{i}t{h} my frendes {and} my kynnes men, And w{i}t{h} hem þat I in erþe haue ben, And hem þ{a}t I haue fedde {and} clad, And don al þat my sone hem bad?” 132 ¶ Þo sede þe aungel, “ihc telle þe; Þu ne schalt beo her bute daȝes þre. Þe þridde day we schulle come, Au{n}gles f{ra}m heuene aboue, 128 “And fette þe wiþ m{ur}ye song; For aft{er} þe us þinket long.” Tho seide þe angel, “I sei þee; Thou schalt be here but daies þre. The þridde dai we schal come, Alle ix. ordres fram heuen a boue, 136 “And fecche þee with myry songe; For after þee vs þinketh longe.” ¶ Þanne ansuarede vre lefdy, “What is þi name, belamy?” 132 He sede, “my name ne telle ihc þe noȝt; Bute nym þis palm þ{a}t ihc habbe þe broȝt {And} kep hit wel ihc bidde þe; Ne let hit neure f{ra}m þe be. 136 To þat aungel seide oure ladi, “What is þi name, þat standeþ me bi?” 140 “My name seie I þee nouȝt; But take þis palme þ{a}t I haue brouȝt. Kepe it wel, I bidde þee, Ne lete it neu{er} be fro þee. 144 I ne dar no le{n}g dwelle her, For ihc was sent as Messager. To þe apostles ihc schal gon, {And} bidde he{m} alle, eurech on, 140 Þ{a}t hi beon her þe þridde day; No leng abiden I ne may.” [Sidenote: [leaf 65]] Ne mai I no lengere abide here, For I am sent a massagere. I schal to þe apostles sone anone, And seie to hem sundry, on {and} one, 148 That þei ben here þe þridde dai; No leng{er}e abide I ne mai.” [Headnote: _Mary attires herself, then prays to her Son._]