That my brether the appostelis myht me be before,
To se me and I hem or I passe to that lyth;
But they ben so deseverid me thynkyth it nyl be.
Angelus. A! this, lady, inpossible to God nothyng trowe the,
ffor he that sent Abbacuc with mete to Babylonye from Juré
Into the lake of lyonys to Danyel the prophete
Be an her of his hed, lo, so myhty was he,
Se the same myht God make may the Appostolis here mete;
And therfore abasche you not, lady, in yowre holy mende.
Maria. No more I do, glorious aungyl in kynde;