Heyl mene for mankynde and mendere of mys!
Maria. A! wyth alle myn hol herte, brether, ye are welcom i-wys:
I beseke you now to telle me of youre sodeyne metyng.
Petrus. In dyveris contreys we prechid of youre sone and his blis,
Diveris clowdys eche of us was sodeynely curyng;
And in on were brouth before youre yate here i-wys,
The cause why no man cowde telle of oure comyng.
Maria. Now I thanke God of his mercy, an hy merakle is this;
Now I wyl telle yow the cause of my sonys werkyng;
I desyrid his bodily presence to se.