_Anna Prophetessa._ Al heyl, Symeon! what tydynges with ȝow? Why make ȝe al this myrth now? Telle me whedyr ȝe fare. _Symeon._ Anne prophetes, and ȝe wyst whou, So xulde ȝe, I make avow, And alle maner men that are. ffor Goddys son, as I declare, Is born to bye mankende; Oure Savyour is come to sesyn oure care; Therfore have I grett merthe to wende. And that is the cawse I hast me Onto the temple hym to se; And therfor lett me not, good frende! _Anna._ Now blyssyd be God in Trinyté, Syn that tyme is come to be, And with ȝow wyl I wende. To se my Savyour ende, And wurcheppe hym also, With alle my wytt and my ful mende, As I am bound, now wyl I do. _Et tunc ibunt ambo ad templum et prophetissa_, _Symeon._ In the temple of God who undyrstod, This day xal be offeryd with mylde mood, Whiche that is kynge of alle; That xal be skorgyd and shedde his blood, And aftyr dyen on the rood, Withowtyn cawse to calle. ffor whos passyon ther xal beffalle, Swyche a sorwe bothe sharpe and smerte; That a swerd perce it xalle, ȝevene thorwe his moderys herte. _Anna._ ȝa, that xal be, as I wel fynde, ffor redempcion of alle mankende, That blysse ffor to restore. Whiche hath be lost fro oute of mende, As be oure fadyr of oure owyn kende, Adam and Eve beffore. _Maria._ Joseph my husbond withowtyn mys, ȝe wote that ffourty days nere is, Sythe my sonys byrth fful ryght; Wherfore we must to the temple i-wys, Therfor to offre oure sone of blys, Up to his fadyr in hyght. And I in Goddys syght, Puryfyed ffor to be; In clene sowle with al my myght, In presence of the Trinyté. _Joseph._ To be purefyed have ȝe no nede, Ne thi son to be offryd, so God me spede; ffor fyrst thou art ful clene, Undefowlyd in thought and dede; And anothyr, thi son withowtyn drede, Is God and man to mene. Wherefore it nedyd not to bene, But to kepe the lawe on Moyses wyse; Wherefore we xal take us betwene Dowys and turtelys ffor sacrefyce. _Et ibunt ad templum._ _Symeon._ Alle heyl, my kyndely comfortour! _Anna Prophetissa._ Alle heyl, mankyndys creditour! _Symeon._ Alle heyl, thou God of myght! _Anna Prophetissa._ Alle heyl, mankyndys savyour! _Symeon._ Alle heyl, bothe kynge and emperour! _Anna Prophetissa._ Alle heyl, as it is ryght! _Symeon._ Alle heyl, also, Mary bryght! _Anna Prophetissa._ Alle heyl, salver of seknes! _Symeon._ Alle heyl, lanterne of lyght! _Anna Prophetissa._ Alle heyl, thou modyr of mekenes! _Maria._ Symeon, I undyrstand and se, That bothyn of my sone and me ȝe have knowynge clere; And also in ȝour compané My sone desyryth for to be;— And therffore have hym here. _Et accipiet Jhesum._