ffor he xal save alle that is lorn!
Salomee. O gloryous chylde, and kynge of blysse!
I aske ȝow mercy for my trespace;
I knowlege my synne, I demyd amys;
O blyssyd babe, grawnt me sum grace!
Of ȝow, mayde, also here in this place,
I aske mercy, knelynge on kne;
Moste holy mayde, grawnt me solace,
Sum wurde of comforte sey now to me.
Maria. As Goddys aungel to ȝow dede telle,