Merveyle not, mekest maydone, of my mynystracion, I am a good aungel sent of God alle-myght, With aungelys mete ffor ȝour sustentacion, ȝe to receyve it ffor natural myght; We aungellys xul serve ȝow day and nyght: Now fede ȝow therwith in Goddys name. We xal lerne ȝow the lyberary of oure Lordys lawe lyght, ffor my sawys in ȝow shewyth sygnes of shame. _Maria._ To thank oure soveryen Lord not sufficyth my mende, I xal fede me of this fode my Lord hath me sent; Alle maner of savowres in this mete I fynde, I felt nevyr non so swete ner so redolent. _Angelus._ Eche day therwith ȝe xal be content; Aunge alle howrys xal to ȝow apere. _Maria._ Mercy, my makere, how may this be ment? I am the sympelest creature that is levynge here. _Angelus._ In ȝour name Maria ffyve letterys we han,— M. Mayde most mercyfulle and mekest in mende; A. Averte of the anguysche that Adam began; R. Regina of regyon reyneng withowtyn ende; I. Innocent be influens of Jesses kende; A. Advocat most autentyk ȝour autecer Anna, Hefne and helle here kneys down bende, Whan this holy name of ȝow is seyd, MARIA. _Maria._ I qwake grettly ffor dred to here this comendacion! Good swete aungel, why wole ȝe sey thus? _Aungelle._ ffor ȝe xal hereaftere have a salutacion, That xal this excede, it is seyd amonge us; The Deyté that dede xal determyn and dyscus, ȝe xal nevyr, lady, be lefte here alone. _Maria._ I crye the mercy, Lorde, and thin erthe cus, Recomendyng me to that Godhyd that is tryne in trone. _Hic osculet terram. Here xal comyn alwey an aungel with dyvers presentes, goynge and comynge, and in the tyme thei xal synge in hefne this hympne. “Jhesu corona virginum.” And after ther comyth a minister fro the buschop with a present and seyth_, _Minister._ Prynce of oure prestes, Ysakare be name, He hath sent ȝow hymself his servyce in dede; And bad ȝe xulde ffede ȝow spare for no shame, In this tyme of mete no lenger ȝe rede. _Maria._ Recomende me to my fadyr, sere, and God do hym mede, These vesselys aȝen sone I xal hym sende; I xal bere it my systeres, I trowe thei have more nede, Goddys foyson is evyr to his servauntes hendyr than we wende. Systeres, oure holy ffadyr Isakare Hath sent us hese servyce here ryght now; ffede ȝow therof hertyly, I pray ȝow nat spare, And if owght beleve, specyaly I pray ȝow, That the pore men the relevys ther of have now; ffayn and I myth I wolde do the dedys of mercy; Pore ffolk ffaryn God knowyth how, On hem evyr I have grett pety.