Book IV, 4: A Dialogue betweene GABRIEL and MARY

GABRIEL. Haile blessed Mary:
MA, What celestial tongue
Cals sinfull Mary blessed?
GAB: It is I:
MA. Who art thou?
GA. I am Gabriel that belong
To the high Quire of Heaven:
MA. I faint, I dye.
GA. Feare not sweet Virgin; all the Earth shall be Son
Made debters to thy Womb, and blest in Thee.
MA. How Lord?
GA: Thy Virgin womb shal beare a
That shal redeem the world.
MA. My Lord, how can
Such wonders come to passe; such things be done
By a poore Virgin, never knowne by Man?
GA. The holy Ghost, at his appointed howre,
Shall make thee pregnant by his sacred powre:
MA. Wonder of wonders!
GA. At whose height the Quire
Of heav'n stand ravisht, tremble, & admire.
MA. O may it be according to thy Word:
GA. Before that twice five Moons compleated be
Thou shalt be knowne the Mother of our Lord,
And thou shalt dance thy Saviour on thy knee.
MA. Both heav'n & earth shall triumph; & the frame
Of hell shall tremble at Maria's name:
GA. All Ages past, and present, and to come,
Shall joy in Mary, and in Marye's wombe.