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 Than spak the mother of pyte, Lo the Lordys handmayde I am, Aftꝛ thi woorde be do to me; And at that poynt God bycome man.

Than roos that blissyd mayde Marye, And gede up to the hillys with hasty breeth Unty the hows of Zakarye, And salewed ther Elizabeth.

And whan Elizabeth dide her The gretyng of that lady swete, Hir childe Seynt John glad cher than made With inne hir wombe there as sche sete.

And than, fulfilled of the holy Goost, Elizabeth bigan to crye Blessed the art of wymen moost So is the fruyt of thi bodye.

And how is this, that thus to me Cometh the mothir of my Lord, To make my childe so welcome thee As voys dothe voys in gode acorde?

And blessyd be thou in feith so trewe, For what is seyde from God to thee, By p̄phets alle bothe olde and newe, Now is fulfilled, blessyd mote the be.