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¶ Gabriel and Mary.
THe Salutation which the Angel brings, Imports, that joys come and depart with wings.Gab.
—Hail, blessed Mary, never cast thy mind
To trace the passage of this pleasing wind.
Mary.
—What voice is this that calls me blessed? when—
Gab.
—Stay, wandring thoughts, 'tis I: thou'rt bless'd agen,
Blessed of women.
Mary.
—Oh, I faint, I die.
Gab.
—Eternally thou liv'st: Again, 'tis I;
God hath thee favour'd so, as to entomb
A blessed Saviour in thy blessed Womb.
Mary.
—How shall this be? alas, my Lord, how can
I bear a Childe, that never knew a man,
But am a Virgin pure?
Gab.
—Farther attend:
Of his Dominions there shall be no end.
Thou shalt be shadow'd by the Holy One,
And what thou bearest shall be call'd his Son.
Mary.
Then, Lord, behold thy Hand-maid, let it be
As thou hast said, All shall be bless'd in me:
That Angels may rejoyce, and Men may sue;
That Devils may believe, and tremble too.