Angelus. Wendyth fforthe, ȝe women thre,
Into the strete of Galylé;
ȝour Savyour ther xul ȝe se
Walkynge in the waye.
ȝour ffleschely lorde now hath lyff,
That deyd on tre with strook and stryff;
Wende fforthe, thou wepynge wyff,
And seke hym, I the saye.
Now, gothe fforthe ffast alle thre
To his dyscyplys ffayr and fre,