I beseke you now say me upon youre hie nortur,
What is the very name that to youre persone dith is?
Angelus. What nedith you, Lady, my name ben desyrand?
Maria. A! this, gracyows aungyl, I beseke you requyrand.
Angelus. My name is gret and merveylous, treuly you telland,
The hye God youre sone abidyth you in blis,
The thrydde day hens ye schul ben expirand,
And assende to the presence there my God youre sone is.
Maria. Mercy and gromercy, God, now may I be seyand,
Thankyng you suete aungyl for this message i-wys.