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MARIA MAGDALENA
Alas, nowe lorne ys my likinge.
For woe I wander and handes wringe. My harte in sorrowe and sighinge
Ys sadlye sett and sore.
That I most loved of all thinge,
Alas, ys nowe full lowe lyenge.
Whye am I, lord, so longe livinge
To loose thy luxonne lore?
MARIA JACOBI
Alas, wayle awaye ys went.
My helpe, my heale from me ys hent. My Christ, my comfort that me kent, is clongen nowe in claye.
Mightie God omnipotent,
Thou give them hard judgment
That my soveraygne hath so shent, for so I maye well saye.
MARIA SALOME
Alas, nowe marred ys my might.
My lord through whom that I was light shamefullye slayne here in my syght!
My sorrowe ys aye unsought.
Syth I maye have no other ryght
Of these dyvelles that have my lord so dight, to balme his bodye that ys so bryght boyst here have I brought.
MARIA MAGDELENA
Suster, which of us everychon shall remove this great stonne that lyeth my sweet lord upon, for moove yt I ne maye?
MARIA JACOBI
Suster, maystrye ys hit nonne.
Hit seemes to mee as he were gonne, for on the sepulcher sytteth one,
And the stonne away.
MARIA SALOME
Two children I see ther syttinge- all of whyte ys there clothinge- and the stonne besydes lyeinge. Goe we nere and see.
ANGELUS PRIMUS
What seeke ye women here
With weepinge and unlykinge chere? Jesus, that to you was deare,
Ys rysen, leeve you mee.
ANGELUS PRIMUS
This ys the place, therfore be apayde, that Jesu our lord was in layde
But he ys rysen as he sayde,
And heathen went awaye.
ANGELUS SECUNDUS
Hye you, for ought that may befall, and tell his disciples all
And Peter allso saye you shall there fynde him that you maye.
MARIA MAGDELENA
Ah, hye wee faste for anye thinge
And tell Peter this tydinge.
A blessedfull word we may him bringe, sooth yf that hit were.
MARIA JACOBI
Yea, walke thou, suster, by on waye and we another shall assaye
Tyll we have mett with him todaye, my dereworth lord so deare.
MARIA MAGDALENA
Heathen will I never, syckerlye, tyll I be comforted of myne anoye and knowe where hee is readelye. Here will I sitt and weepe.
ANGELUS PRIMUS
Woman, whye weepest thou so aye?
LORNE YS MY LIKINGE
MARIA MAGDALENA
Sonne, for my lord ys taken awaye and I wott nere, the sooth to saye, whoe hath donne that thinge. Alas, whye were I not dead todaye, clought and clongen under claye to see my lord that here laye
Once at my likynge?
