_Joachym._ Now, ffadyr, and Sone, and Holy Gost, On God and personys thre! We offre to the, Lorde of myghtes most, Oure dowtere thi servaunt evyr more to be! _Anna._ Ther-to most bounde evyr more be we: Mary, in this holy place leve ȝow we xalle; In Goddys name now up go ȝe! Oure fadyr, oure prest, lo! doth ȝow calle. _Maria._ Modyr, and it plese ȝow, fyrst wole I take my leve Of my fadyr and ȝow my modyr i-wys; I have a fadyr in hefne, this I beleve, Now, good ffadyr, with that fadyr ȝe me blysse! _Joachym._ In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti! _Maria._ Amen! Now ȝe, good modyr. _Anne._ In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti! _Maria._ Amen! _Maria._ Now, oure Lord, thank ȝow for this! Here is my fadyr and my modyr bothe, Most mekely I beseche I may ȝow kys;— Now forȝeve me yf evyr I made ȝow wrothe! _Et explexendo osculabit patrem et matrem._ _Joachym._ Nay, dowtere, ȝe offendyd nevyr God nor man; Lovyd be that lord ȝow so doth kepe! _Anne._ Swete dowtyr, thynk on ȝour modyr An, ȝour swemynge smytyht to myn hert depe. _Maria._ ffadyr and modyr, I xal pray for ȝow and wepe, To God with al myn hert specyaly; Blysse me day and nyght evyr her ȝe slepe, Good ffadyr and modyr, and be mery. _Joachym._ A! ho had evyr suche a chylde? Nevyr creature ȝit that evyr was bore! Sche is so gracyous, she is so mylde,— So xulde childyr to fadyr and modyr evyr more. _Anne._ Than xulde thei be blyssyd and plese God sore! Husbond, and it plese ȝow not hens go we xal, Tyl Mary be in the temple above thore, I wold not for al erthe se here fal. _Episcopus._ Come, gode Mary, come, babe, I the calle; Thi pas pratyly to this plas pretende, Thou xalt be the dowtere of God eternalle, If the fyftene grees thou may ascende; It is meracle if thou do; now God the dyffende! ffrom Babylony to hevynly Jherusalem this is the way; Every man that thynk his lyf to amende, The fyftene psalmys in memorye of this mayde say, Maria! _Maria! et sic deinceps usque ad finem quindecim psalmorum._ The fyrst degré gostly applyed, It is holy desyre with God to be, In trobyl to God I have cryed, And in sped that lord hath herde me. _Ad Dominum cum tribularer clamavi, et exaudivit me._ The secunde is stody with meke inquysissyon veryly, How I xal have knowynge of Godys wylle, To the mownteynes of hefne I have lyfte myn ey, ffrom qwens xal comyn helpe me tylle. _Levavi oculos meos in montes, unde veniat auxilium mihi._ The thrydde is gladnes in mende in hope to be, That we xalle be savyd alle thus; I am glad of these tydynges ben seyd to me,— Now xal we go into Goddys hous. _Lætatus sum in hiis, quæ dicta sunt mihi: in domum Domini ibimus._ The fourte is meke obedyence, as is dette, To hym that is above the planetes sefne; To the I have myn eyn sette, That dwellys above the skyes in hefne!