To ȝow, ffadyr and modyr, I me comende, Blyssyd be the tyme ȝe me hedyr brought. _Joachym._ Dowtere, the ffadere of oure feyth the mot defende, As he of his myght made alle thynge of nowth. _Anne._ Mary, to the sowle solas he sende, In whos wysdam alle this werd was wrought! Go we now hens, husbonde so hende, For owth of care now are we brought. _Hic Joachim et Anna recedent domum._ _Maria._ Be the Holy Gost at hom be ȝe brought, Systeres (_ad virgines_) ȝe may go do what ȝe xalle, To serve God fyrst here is al my thought, Beforn this holy awtere on my knes I falle! Lord, sefne petycions I beseche ȝow of here, ffyrst that I may kepe thi love and thi lawe; The secunde to lovyn myn evyn Crystyn as myself dere; The thrydde from alle that thou hatyst me to withdrawe; The fourte alle vertuys to thi plesauns knawe; The fyfte to obey the ordenaryes of the temple echeon; The sexte, and that alle pepyl may serve the with awe, That in this holy tempyl fawte be non. The sefnte, Lord, I haske with grett ffere, That I may se onys in my lyve, That lady that xal Goddys sone bere, That I may serve here with my wyttes fyve. If it plese ȝow, and ellys it is not therwith to stryve, With prayers prostrat ffor these gracys I wepe: O, my God! devocion depe in me dryve, That my hert may wake in the, thow my body slepe. _Here the aungel bryngyth manna in a cowpe of gold lyke to confeccions, the hefne syngynye, the aungel seyth_,