In the xj.ᵈᵉ pagent goth Gabryelle,
And doth salute oure lady ffre,
Than grett with chylde, as I ȝow telle,
That blyssyd mayde, forsothe is she.
Tho iij. maydenys that with here dwelle,
Here gret speche, but noon thei se,
Than they suppose that sum angelle,
Goddys masangere that it xuld be.
And thus
The Holy Gost in here is lyth,