Heyl, fful of grace, God is with the, Amonge alle women blyssyd art thu; Here this name Eva is turnyd Ave, That is to say withowte sorwe ar ȝe now. Thow sorwe in ȝow hath no place, ȝett of joy, lady, ȝe nede more, Therfore I adde and sey “fful of grace,” ffor so ful of grace was nevyr non bore. ȝett who hath grace, he nedyth kepyng sore, Therfore I sey “God is with the,” Whiche xal kepe ȝow endlesly thore, So amonge alle women blyssyd are ȝe. _Maria._ A! mercy God, this is a mervelyous herynge; In the aungelys wordys I am trobelyd her, I think how may be this gretynge, Aungelys dayly to me doth aper. But not in the lyknes of man that is my fer, And also thus hyȝly to comendyd be, And am most unwirthy, I cannot answere, Grett shamfastnes and grett dred is in me. _Gabryel._ Mary, in this take ȝe no drede, ffor at God grace ffownde have ȝe, ȝe xal conceyve in ȝour wombe indede A childe, the sone of the Trynyté. His name of ȝow Jhesu clepyd xal be, He xall be grett, the son of the hyest clepyd of kende, And of his ffadyr, Davyd, the Lord xal ȝeve hym the se, Reynyng in the hous of Jacob, of whiche regne xal be non ende. _Maria._ Aungel, I sey to ȝow, In what manere of wyse xal this be? ffor knowyng of man I have non now, I have evyrmore kept and xal my virginyté. I dowte not the wordys ȝe han seyd to me, But I aske it xal be do. _Gabryel._ The Holy Gost xal come fro above to the, And the vertu of hym hyest xal schadu the so. Therfore that Holy Gost of the xal be bore, He xal be clepyd the son of God sage; And se Elyȝabeth ȝour cosyn thore, She hath conseyvid a son in hyre age; This is the sexte monyth of here passage, Of here that clepyd was bareyn:— Nothynge is impossyble to Goddys usage. They thynkyth longe to here what ȝe wyl seyn. _Here the aungel makyth a lytyl restynge, and Mary beholdyth hym, and the Aungel seythe_, Mary, come of, and haste the, And take hede in thyn entent, Whow the Holy gost, blyssyd he be! Abydyth thin answere and thin assent; Thorwe wyse werke of dyvinyté, The secunde persone verament Is mad man by fraternyté, Withinne thiself in place present. fferthermore take hede this space; Whow alle the blyssyd spyrytys of vertu, That are in hefne byffore Goddys face, And alle the gode levers and trew That are here in this erthely place, Thyn owyn kynrede, the sothe ho knew, And the chosyn sowlys, this tyme of grace, That are in helle, and byde ther rescu. As Adam, Abraham, and Davyd in fere, And many othere of good reputacion, That thin answer desyre to here, And thin assent to the Incarnacion, In whiche thou standyst as persevere, Of alle mankende savacion; Gyff me myn answere now, lady dere, To alle these creatures comfortacion.