_Maria._ I trostyn in his grace, I xal hym nevyr greve, His servaunt I am in worde, dede, and thought; A mayd undefyled I hope he xal me preve, I pray ȝow lett me nought. _Episcopus._ Now be that good Lord, that alle this werd hath wrought, If God on the shewe ony manyr tokyn, Purgacion I trowe was nevyr so dere bowth, If I may on the in any wyse be wrokyn. Holde here the botel and take a large draught, And abowth the awtere go thi processyon. _Marya._ To God in this case my cawse I have be-taught, Lorde, thorwe thin helpe, I drynke of this potacyon. _Hic beata virgo bibit de potacione, et postea circuivit altare, dicens_, God, as I nevyr knew of mannys maculacion, But evyr have lyved in trew virginité, Send me this day thin holy consolacion, That alle this fayr peple my clennes may se. O gracyous God, as thou hast chose me, ffor to be thi modyr, of me to be born! Save thi tabernacle that clene is kepte for the, Whiche now am put at repref and skorn. Gabryel me tolde with wordys he beforn, That ȝe of ȝour goodnes wold become my chylde; Help now of ȝour hyȝness, my wurchep be not lorn, A! dere sone, I pray ȝow, help ȝour modyr mylde. _Episcopus._ Almyghty God, what may this mene, ffor alle the drynke of Goddys potacyon, This woman with chylde is fayr and clene, Withowtyn fowle spotte, or maculacion. I cannat, be non ymagynacion, Preve hyre gylty and synful of lyff; It shewit opynly, by here purgacion, Sche is clene mayde, bothe modyr and wyff! _Primus detractor._ Be my fadyr sowle here is gret gyle, Because sche is syb of ȝour kynreed; The drynk is chaungyd by sum fals wyle, That sche no shame xulde have this steed. _Episcopus._ Becawse thou demyst that we do falshede, And for thou dedyst hem fyrst defame; Thou xalt ryght here, magré thin heed, Beforn alle this pepyl, drynk of the same. _Primus detractor._ Syr, in good ffeyth oo draught I pulle, If these to drynkeres have not alle spent. _Hic bibit et scenciens dolorem in capite cadit, et dicit_, Out, out, alas! what heylith my sculle, A! myn heed with ffyre me thynkyht is brent! Mercy, good Mary, I do me repent, Of my cursyd and ffals langage. _Maria._ Now, God, Lord in hevyn omnypotent, Of his grett mercy ȝour seknes aswage. _Episcopus._ We alle on knes ffalle here on grownd, Thou Goddys handemayd prayng for grace; Alle cursyd langage and schame on sownd, Good Mary, fforȝeve us here in this place. _Maria._ Now God forȝeve ȝow alle ȝowre trespace, And also forȝeve ȝow alle defamacion That ȝe have sayd, bothe more and lesse, To myn hynderawnce and maculacion.