The Deyté that dede xal determyn and dyscus,
ȝe xal nevyr, lady, be lefte here alone.
Maria. I crye the mercy, Lorde, and thin erthe cus,
Recomendyng me to that Godhyd that is tryne in trone.
Hic osculet terram. Here xal comyn alwey an aungel with dyvers presentes, goynge and comynge, and in the tyme thei xal synge in hefne this hympne. “Jhesu corona virginum.” And after ther comyth a minister fro the buschop with a present and seyth,
Minister. Prynce of oure prestes, Ysakare be name,
He hath sent ȝow hymself his servyce in dede;
And bad ȝe xulde ffede ȝow spare for no shame,
In this tyme of mete no lenger ȝe rede.
Maria. Recomende me to my fadyr, sere, and God do hym mede,