Anne. Alas! ffor myn husbond me is ful wo,
I xal go seke hym what so evyr be-falle;
I wote not in erth whiche wey is he go,
ffadyr of hefne, ffor mercy to your ffete I falle.
Angelus. Anne, thin husbond ryght now I was with-alle,
The aungel of God, that bare hym good tydynge,
And as I seyd to hym so to the sey I xal,
God hath herd thi preyour and thi wepynge.
At the goldyn gate thou xalte mete hym ful mylde,
And in grett gladnes returne to ȝour hous;