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Maria Magdalene.
Hayll brether! and god be here!
I bryng to amende youre chere,
Trist ye it and knawe;
he is rysen, the soth to say,
I met hym goyng bi the way,
he bad me tell it you.

petrus.
Do way, woman, thou carpys wast!
It is som spirite, or els som gast;
Othere was it noght;
we may trow on nokyns wyse
That ded man may to lyfe ryse;
This then is oure thoght.

paulus.
It may be sothe for mans mede,
The Iues maide hym grymly blede
Thrugh feete, handys, and syde;
With nayles on rode thay dyd hym hang,
wherfor, woman, thou says wrang,
As myght I blys abide.

Maria Magdalene.
Do way youre threpyng! ar ye wode?
I sagh hym that dyed on roode,
And with hym spake with mowth;
Therfor you both, red I,
putt away your heresy,
Tryst it stedfast and cowth.

petrus.
Do way, woman! let be thi fare,
ffor shame and also syn!
If we make neuer sich care
his lyfe may we not wyn.

paulus.

Maria magdalene.
As be I lowsid of my care,
It is as trew as ye stand thare,
By hym that is my brothere.

petrus.
I dar lay my heede to wed,
Or that we go vntill oure bed
That we shall here anothere.

paulus.
If it be sothe that we here say,
Or this be the thrid day
The sothe then mon we se.

Maria magdalene.
Bot it be sothe to trow,
As ye mon here, els pray I you
ffor fals that ye hold me.

petrus.

paulus.
Now ihesu, for thi lyfe swete who hath thus mastryd the?
That in the breede that we eytt thi self gyffen wold be;
And sythen thrugh handys and feytt be nalyd on a tre;
Grauntt vs grace that we may yit thi light in manhede se.

Tunc venit ihesus et cantat “pax vobis et non tardabit, hec est dies quam fecit dominus.”
Tercius apostolus.
This is the day that god maide all be we glad and blythe,
The holy gost before vs glad ffull softly on his sithe;
Red clothyng apon he had and blys to vs can kith;
softly on the erthe he trade ffulle myldly [he did] lythe.

Quartus apostolus.
This dede thrugh god is done thus in all oure sighte.
Mighty god, true kyng in trone Whose son in marye light,
send vs, lord, thi blissid bone As thou art god of myght,
Sothly to se hym sone and haue of hym a sight.

Iterum venit ihesus, & cantat, “pax vobis & non tardabit.”
Quintus apostolus.
Who so commys in goddis name ay blissid mot he be!
Mightfull god shelde vs fro shame In thi moder name marie;
Thise wykid Iues will vs blame Thou grauntt vs for to se
The self body and the same the which that died on tre.

Ihesus.

paratur mensa, & offerat viu s apostolus fauum mellis & piscem, dicendo.
sextus apostolus.
lord, lo here a rostid fish and a comb of hony
laide full fare in a dish and full honestly;
here is none othere mett bot this in all oure company,
Bot well is vs that we haue this to thi lykyng only.

Ihesus.
hic respirat in eos.

hic discedet ab eis.
Septimus apostolus.
Ihesu crist in trynyte Ihesu to cry and call,
That borne was of a madyn fre thou saue vs synfull all!
ffor vs hanged apon a tre drank asell and gall,
Thi seruandys saue fro vanyte In wanhope that we not fall.

Octauus apostolus.
Brethere, be we stabyll of thoght wanhope put we away,
Of mysbelefe that we be noght for we may safly say
he that mankynde on rood boght fro dede rose the thryd day;
we se the woundys in hym was wroght all blody yit were thay.

Nouenus apostolus.
he told vs fyrst he shuld be tayn And for mans syn shuld dy,
Be ded and beryd vnder a stayn and after ryse vp bodely;
Now is he quyk fro grafe gan he cam and stode vs by,
And lete vs se ilkan the Woundys of his body.

Decimus apostolus.
Deth that is so kene ihesu ouer comen has,
As he vs told, yit may we mene fro ded how he shuld pas;
Ihesu stode witnes betwene that with hym dwelland was,
All his dyscyples has hym sene safe oonly thomas.

Thomas.
hic pergit ad discipulos.

petrus.
he the saue with woundys fyfe his son ihesu to call,
That rose from deth to lyfe and shewyd hym till vs all.

Thomas.
whannow, peter! art thou mad? on lyfe who was hym lyke!
ffor his deth I am not glad for sorow my hart will breke,
That with the Iues he was so stad to ded they can hym wreke;
Thou hym forsoke, so was thou rad when they to the can speke.

paulus.
let be, leyf brothere thomas and turne thi thoght belyfe,
ffor the thryd day ihesus rase fleshly fro ded to lyfe;
Till vs all he cam a pase and shewyd his woundys fyfe,
And lyfyng man, and etten hase hony takyn of a hyfe.

Thomas.
Let be for shame! apartly ffantom dyssauys the!
ye sagh hym not bodely his gost it myght well be,
fforto glad youre hartes sory in youre aduersyte;
he luffyd vs well and faythfully therfor sloes sorow me.

Tercius apostolus.
Thou wote, thomas and sothe it was, and oft has thou hard say,
how a fysh swalod ionas thre dayes therin he lay;
yit gaf god hym myght to pas whyk man to wyn away;
Myght not god that sich myght has rase his son apon the thryd day?

Thomas.
Man, if thou can vnderstand cryst saide his self, mynnys me,
That all lokyn was in his hande all oone was god and he!
The son wax marke, all men seand when he died on the tre,
Therfor am I full sore dredand that who myght his boote be.

Quartus apostolus.
The holy gost in marye light and in hir madynhede
Goddis son she held and dight and cled hym in manhede;
ffor luf he wentt as he had hight to fight withoutten drede;
when he had termynd that fight he skypt outt of his wede.

Thomas.
If he skypt outt of his clethyng yit thou grauntys his cors was ded;
It was his cors that maide shewyng vnto you in his sted;
fforto trow in youre carpyng my hart is hevy as led;
his dede me bryngys in great mowrneyng and I withoutten red.

Quintus apostolus.
The gost went to hell a pase whils the cors lay slayn,
And broght the sawles from sathanas for which he suffred payn;
The thryd day right he gase right vnto the cors agayn,
Mighty god and man he rase and therfor ar we fayn.

Thomas.
All sam to me ye flyte youre resons fast ye shawe,
Bot tell me a skyll perfyte any of you on raw;
when cryst cam you to vysyte as ye tell me with saw,
A whyk man from a spyryte wherby couth ye hym knaw?

Sextus apostolus.
Thomas, vnto the anone herto answere I will;
Man has both flesh and bone hu, hyde, and hore thertill;
sich thyng has goost none thomas, lo, here thi skyll;
Goddis son toke of mary flesh and bone what nede were els thertill?

Thomas.
Thou has answerd me ffull Wele and full skylfully,
Bot my hart is harde as stele to trow in sich mastry;
Say, bad he any of you fele the woundys of his body,
fflesh or bone or ilka dele to assay his body?

septimus apostolus.
yis, thomas, he bad vs se and handill hym with hande,
To loke wheder it were he ihesu, man lyfand,
That dyed apon a tre flesh and bone we fand,
his woundes had bene pyte to towch that were bledand.

Thomas.
Waloway! ye can no good youre resons ar defaced,
ye ar as women rad for blood and lightly oft solaced;
It was a goost before you stod lyke hym in blood betraced,
his cors that dyed on rood for euer hath deth embraced.

Octauus apostolus.
Certys, thomas, gretter care myght no synfull wight haue
Then she had, that wepyd so sare the mawdleyn at his graue;
ffor sorow and doyll hir awne hare of hir hede she rent and rafe,
Ihesu shewid hym till hir thare hir sorow of syn to safe.

Thomas.
lo, sich foly with you is wysemen that shuld be,
That thus a womans witnes trowys better than that ye se!
In all youre skylles more and les for mysfowndyng fayll ye;
Might I se ihesu gost and flesh gropyng shuld not gab me.

Nouenus apostolus.
lefe thomas, flyte no more bot trow and turne thi red,
Or els say vs when and whore crist gabbyd in any sted;
ffor he saide vs when thou was thore when he hym gaf in bred,
That he shuld salfe all oure sore quyk rysand fro ded.

Thomas.
he was full sothfast in his sawes that dar I hertly say,
And rightwys in all his lawes whils that he lyfyd ay;
Bot sen he shuld thole hard thrawes on tre whils that he lay,
Dede has determyd his dayes his lyfe noght trow I may.

Decimus apostolus.
Thyne hard hart thi saull will dwyrd Thomas, bot if thou blyn;
he has ded conquerd and weshen vs all fro syn.
May nawder knyfe ne swerde hym eft to ded wyn;
Goddys myght in hym apperd that neuer more shall blyn.

Thomas.
That god I trow full Wele goostly to you light,
Bot bodely neuer a dele ihesu that woundid wyght.
My hart is harde as stele to trow in sich a myght,
Bot if I that wounde myght fele that hym gaf longeus the knyght.

petrus.

Thomas.
Nothyng that ye may neuen his rysyng gars me weyn,
If ye me told sich seuen the more ye myght me teyn.

paulus.
Thomas, brothere, turne thi thoght and trust that I say the;
Ihesu so dere has boght oure synnes apon a tree,
which rysyng hath broght adam and his meneyee.

Thomas.
lett be youre fayr! shew it noght that he efte quyk shuld be.

Tercius apostolus.
That must thou nedelyngys trow if thou thi saull will saue,
ffor that we sa we dar avowe ihesu rose quyk from graue.

Thomas.
I haue you saide, and yit dos now thise wordes to wast ye haue;
he shewid hym not to you for mysfoundyng ye rafe.

Qaurtus apostolus.
ffor we say that we haue sene thou holdys vs wars then woode;
Ihesu lyfyng stod vs betwene oure lord that with vs yode.

Thomas.
I say ye wote neuer what ye mene a goost before you stode;
ye wenyd that it had bene the cors that died on roode.

Quintus apostolus.
The cors that dyed on tre was berid in a stone,
The thurgh beside fande we and in that graue cors was none;
his sudary ther myght we se and he thens whik was gone.

Thomas.
Noght, bot stolne is he with Iues that hym haue slone.

Sextus apostolus.
Certys, thomas, thou sais not right thay wold hym not stele,
ffor thay gart kepe hym day and nyght with knyghtys that they held lele;
he rose has we haue sene in sight fro all the Iues fele.

Thomas.
I lefe not bot if I myght myself with hym dele.

septimus apostolus.
He told vs tythyngys, thomas yit mynnys me,
That as Ionas thre dayes was In a fysh in the see,
so shuld he be, and bene has in erth by dayes thre,
pas fro ded, ryse, and rase as he saide done has he.

Thomas.
Certys, that worde I harde hym say and so harde ye hym all,
Bot for nothyng trow I may that it so shuld befall,
That he shuld ryse the thrid day that dranke asell and gall:
sen he was god and ded lay from ded who myght hym call?

Octauus apostolus.
The fader that hym sent rasid hym that was ded,
he comforth vs in mowrnyng lent and counseld vs in red;
he bad vs trow with good intent his rysyng in euery sted;
Thyne absens gars thi saull be shent and makys the heuy as led.

Thomas.
Thou says soth, harde and heuy am I to traw that ye me say;
Mi hardnes I trow skilfully for he told vs thus ay,
That his fader was euer hym by for all bot oon were thay;
That he rose bodely for nothyng trow I may.

Nouenus apostolus.
May thou not trow withoutten mo for sothe, that it was he?
Thomas wherto shuld we say so? then wenys thou fals we be.

Thomas.
I wote youre hartes was full wo and fownd with vanyte;
If ye swere all and ye were mo I trow it not or that I se.

Decimus apostolus.
Thomas, of errowre thou blyn and till vs turne thi mode;
Trow his rysyng by dayes threyn sen he died on the rode.

Thomas.
Noght bot I myght my fynger wyn in sted as nayle stode,
And his syde my hande put in ther he shed his hart bloode.

Ihesus.
Brethere all, be with you peasse! leaffe stryfe that now is here!
Thomas, of thyn errowre seasse of sothe Witnes thou bere;
putt thi hande in my syde, no fres ther longeus put his spere;
loke my rysyng be no les let no wan-hope the dere.

Thomas.

Ihesus.
None myght bryng the in that wytt for oght that thay myght say,
To trow that I myght flytt fro ded to lyfe to wyn away;
My saull and my cors haue knytt a knott that last shall ay;
Thus shall I rase, well thou wytt ilk man on domesday.

Who so hath not trowid right to hell I shall theym lede,
Ther euer more is dark as nyght and greatt paynes to drede;
Those that trow in my myght and luf well almus dede,
Thai shall shyne as son bright and heuen haue to thare mede.

That blys, thomas, I the hete that is in heuen cytee,
ffor I se the sore grete of the I haue pytee;
Thomas, for thi teres wete thi syn forgiffen be,
Thus shall synfull thare synnes bete that sore haue grefyd me.

Thomas, for thou felys me and my woundes bare,
Mi risyng is trowed in the and so was it not are;
All that it trowes and not se and dos after my lare,
Euer blissid mot thay be and heuen be theym yare!