Et exaltavit humiles. _Eliȝabeth._ The prowde men fro hey setys put he, And the lowly upon heyth in the sete of pes. _Maria._ Esurientes implevit bonis, Et divites dimisit inanes. _Eliȝabeth._ Alle the pore and the nedy he fulfyllyth with his goodys, And the ryche he fellyth to voydnes. _Maria._ Suscepit Israel puerum suum, Recordatus est misericordiæ suæ. _Eliȝabeth._ Israel for his childe up toke he to cum, On his mercy to thynk ffor hese that be. _Maria._ Sicut locutus est ad patres nostros, Abraham et semini ejus in secula. _Eliȝabeth._ As he spak here to oure forfaderys in clos, Abraham and to alle hese sede of hym in this werd sa. _Maria._ Gloria Patri et Filio Et Spiritui Sancto. _Eliȝabeth._ Presyng be to the Fadyr in hevyn lo! The same to the Son here be so, The Holy Gost also to ken! _Maria._ Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, Et in secula seculorum! Amen. _Eliȝabeth._ As it was in the begynnynge and now is and xal be for evyr, And in this werd in alle good werkys to abydyn then. _Maria._ This psalme of proyhesye seyd betwen us tweyn, In hefne it is wretyn with aungellys hond, Evyr to be songe and also to be seyn, Every day amonge us at oure evesong. But, cosyn Elyȝabeth, I xal ȝow here kepe, And this thre monethis abide here now, Tyl ȝe han childe, to wasche, skore, and swepe, And in alle that I may to comforte ȝow. _Eliȝabeth._ A! ȝe modyr of God, ȝe shewe us here how We xulde be meke that wrecchis here be; Alle hefne and herthe wurchepp ȝow mow, That are trone and tabernakyl of the hyȝ Trinité. _Joseph._ A! how do ȝe, how do ȝe, ffadyr ȝacharye? We ffalle ffast in age withowte othe; Why shake ȝe so ȝour hed? have ȝe the palsye? Why speke ȝe not, sere? I trowe ȝe are not wroth. _Eliȝabeth._ Nay, wys ffadyr Joseph, therto he were ful loth, It is the vesytation of God he may not speke veryly; Lete us thank God therffor bothe, He xal remedy it whan it plesyth his mercy. Come and pray ȝow specialy; I-wys ȝe are welcome, Mary; ffor this comfortabelest comynge, good God, gramercy! _Joseph._ Of ȝour dissese thynkys no greff, Thank God of al adversyté, ffor he wyl chastyse and repreff Tho that he lovyth most hertylé. Mary, I hold best that we go hens, We have fer hom withowt fayl. _Maria._ Al redy husbond without defens, I wyl werke be ȝour counsayl. Cosyn, be ȝour leve and ȝour lycens, For homward now us must travayl. Of this refreschynge in ȝour presens, God ȝeld ȝow that most may avayl. _Elizabeth._ Now, cosynes bothe, Gow ȝow spede, And wete ȝow wele withowtyn mo, ȝour presens comfortyth me indede; And therfore now am I ryght wo, That ȝe, my ffrendys and my kynrede, Thus sone now xul parte me fro: But I pray God he mote ȝow lede, In every place wher so ȝe go. _Here Mary and Eliȝabet partyn, and Eliȝabeth goth to Zakarie, and seyth_,