Wherefore we xal take us betwene

Dowys and turtelys ffor sacrefyce.

Et ibunt ad templum.

Symeon. Alle heyl, my kyndely comfortour!

Anna Prophetissa. Alle heyl, mankyndys creditour!

Symeon. Alle heyl, thou God of myght!

Anna Prophetissa. Alle heyl, mankyndys savyour!

Symeon. Alle heyl, bothe kynge and emperour!

Anna Prophetissa. Alle heyl, as it is ryght!

Symeon. Alle heyl, also, Mary bryght!