Here duellyth Cristis moder I se wel in syth,
Sum merveylous message is comyn that mayde tylle;
I wyl go saluse that berde that in vertu is moste brith,
And of my sodeyn comyng wete what is the skele.
Hic pulsabit super portam, intrante domum Mariæ sibi dicente,
Heyl! moder Mary, maydyn perpetualle!
Maria. A! welcome, mayde John, wyth alle myn herte in specyalle,
ffor joye of youre presence myn herte gynnyth sweme;
Thynke ye not, John, how my child eternalle,
When he hynge on cros sayd us this teme,