Schulle prophesye al of a qwene,
The whiche xal staunche oure stryff and moote,
And wynnyn us welthe withoutyn wene,
In hevyn to abyde.
They xal prophecye of a mayde,
Alle ffendys of here xal be affrayde,
Here sone xal save us, be not dismayde,
With hese woundys wyde.
Tertius vexillator.
Of the grete bushop Abyacar,