And whence hapeneth this to me that the mother of my Lorde shuld come to me?
Thomas answered and sayde vnto him: my Lorde and my God.
that nothinge be done thorow stryfe or vayne glory but that in mekenes of mynde every man esteme other better then him selfe
for vnto you is borne this daye in the cite of David a saveoure which is Christ ye lorde.
Ye I thinke all thynges but losse for that excellet knowledges sake of Christ Iesu my lorde. For whom I have counted all thynge losse and do iudge them but donge that I myght wynne Christ
Ye call me master and Lorde and ye saye well for so am I.
Wherfore I thought not my silfe worthy to come vnto the: but saye the worde and my servaunt shalbe whoole.
But Ihon forbade hym saynge: I ought to be baptysed of the: and comest thou to me?
Whill he yet talked to the people: beholde his mother and his brethren stode without desyringe to speake with him.
and cryed with a loude voyce and sayde: Blessed arte thou amonge wemen and blessed is the frute of thy wombe.
For loo assone as the voyce of thy salutacion sownded in myne eares the babe sprange in my belly for ioye.