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He schal be grete by goldy myght,
And cleped hys sone that is most hee;
He schal hym gyve by mothir ryght
The sete of David hys fathir free.
In Jacob hows he schal be kyng,
And of hys rewme shcal be noon ende;
Then askyd Marye of this thing,
How it schulde be sche wolde be kende,
For man I purpose nevꝛ to knowe;
Than seyde the Aungell from above
The Holy Gost schal come and schowe
To thee in the strengthe of love,
And umbischadwe thee with light
And vꝛtue grete of hys godhede;
Th͏̃fore that holy thing of myght
That schal be born of thee in dede
Schal be Goddis sone, and so be called,
And so Elizabeth thi awnte
Sche hath conseyved, though sche be olde,
A sone, suche grace God hath hir graunte.
And now the Sixte moneth is this
To hir that passed in childe berynge,
To God unmyghty no thing is,
At hym be may no failyng thinge.
