Anna Prophetissa. Alle heyl, salver of seknes!
Symeon. Alle heyl, lanterne of lyght!
Anna Prophetissa. Alle heyl, thou modyr of mekenes!
Maria. Symeon, I undyrstand and se,
That bothyn of my sone and me
ȝe have knowynge clere;
And also in ȝour compané
My sone desyryth for to be;—
And therffore have hym here.
Et accipiet Jhesum.