In hese mynistracion the howre of incense,
The aungel Gabryel apperyd hym to,
That hese wyff xulde conseyve he ȝaff hym intelligence,
Hes juge, hes unwurthynes, and age not belevyd so.
The plage of dompnesse his lippis lappyd, lo!
Thei wenten hom and his wyff was conseyvenge;
This concepcion Gabryel tolde oure lady to,
And in soth sone aftere that sage sche was sekynge.
And of her tweyners metyng
Here gynnyth the proces,