The Announcement of the Angel to the Three Marys, and Peter and John at the Sepulchre
Hic uenient ad sepulcrum Maria Magdalene, Maria Jacobi, et Maria Salomé, et dicit Maria Magdalene:
Magdalen
Swete systeryn, I 3ow besech,1
Heryght now my specyal speche:
Go we with salvys for to leche
Cryst, þat tholyd wounde.
He hath us wonnyn owt of wreche.
The ryght wey God wyl us teche
For to seke my Lorde, my leche;7
His blood hath me vnbownde.
Swete systeryn, I 3ow besech,1
Heryght now my specyal speche:
Go we with salvys for to leche
Cryst, þat tholyd wounde.
He hath us wonnyn owt of wreche.
The ryght wey God wyl us teche
For to seke my Lorde, my leche;7
His blood hath me vnbownde.
Vij develys in me were pyght.9
My loue, my Lord, my God almyght,
Awey he weryd þe fyndys wight
With his wyse wurde.
He droff fro me þe fendes lees,
In my swete sowle his chawmere I ches,
In me belevyth þe Lorde of Pes.15
I go to his burryenge boorde.
My loue, my Lord, my God almyght,
Awey he weryd þe fyndys wight
With his wyse wurde.
He droff fro me þe fendes lees,
In my swete sowle his chawmere I ches,
In me belevyth þe Lorde of Pes.15
I go to his burryenge boorde.
Maria Jacobi
My systerys sone I woot he was.17
He lyth in here as sunne in glas.
þe childe was born by oxe and asse
Vp in a bestys stall.
Thow his body be gravyd vndyr gres,
þe grete Godhede is nevyr þe lasse.
þe Lord xal rysyn and gon his pas,23
And comfortyn his frendys all.
My systerys sone I woot he was.17
He lyth in here as sunne in glas.
þe childe was born by oxe and asse
Vp in a bestys stall.
Thow his body be gravyd vndyr gres,
þe grete Godhede is nevyr þe lasse.
þe Lord xal rysyn and gon his pas,23
And comfortyn his frendys all.
Maria Salome
My name is Mary Salomé.25
His modyr and I, systerys we be;
Annys dowterys we be all thre,
Jesu, we be þin awntys.
The naylis gun his lemys feyn,
And þe spere gan punche and peyn.
On þo woundys we wold haue eyn;31
þat grace now God graunt vs.
My name is Mary Salomé.25
His modyr and I, systerys we be;
Annys dowterys we be all thre,
Jesu, we be þin awntys.
The naylis gun his lemys feyn,
And þe spere gan punche and peyn.
On þo woundys we wold haue eyn;31
þat grace now God graunt vs.
Maria Magdalen
Now go we stylle33
With good wyll
Now go we stylle33
With good wyll
þer he is leyd.35
He deyd on crowch,
We wolde hym towch,
As we han seyd.
He deyd on crowch,
We wolde hym towch,
As we han seyd.
Tunc respicit Maria Magdalene in sepulcro, dicens:
Where is my Lord, þat was here,39
þat for me bledde bowndyn in brere?
His body was beryed rygh by þis mere,
þat for me gan deye.
þe Jewys, fekyll and fals fownde,
Where haue þei do þe body with wounde?
He lyth not upon þis grownde —45
þe body is don aweye!
þat for me bledde bowndyn in brere?
His body was beryed rygh by þis mere,
þat for me gan deye.
þe Jewys, fekyll and fals fownde,
Where haue þei do þe body with wounde?
He lyth not upon þis grownde —45
þe body is don aweye!
Maria Jacobi
To my Lorde, my love, my frende,47
Fayn wolde I salve a spende,
And I myght aught amende
His woundys depe and wyde.
To my Lorde I owe lowlyté,
Bothe homage and fewté.
I wolde with my dewté53
A softyd hand and syde.
To my Lorde, my love, my frende,47
Fayn wolde I salve a spende,
And I myght aught amende
His woundys depe and wyde.
To my Lorde I owe lowlyté,
Bothe homage and fewté.
I wolde with my dewté53
A softyd hand and syde.
Maria Salome
To myghtiful God omnypotent55
I bere a boyst of oynement.
I wold han softyd his sore dent,
His sydys al abowte.
Lombe of Love withowt loth,
I fynde þe not, myn hert is wroth!
In þe sepulcre þer lyth a cloth,61
And jentyl Jesu is owte.
To myghtiful God omnypotent55
I bere a boyst of oynement.
I wold han softyd his sore dent,
His sydys al abowte.
Lombe of Love withowt loth,
I fynde þe not, myn hert is wroth!
In þe sepulcre þer lyth a cloth,61
And jentyl Jesu is owte.
Angelus
Wendyth forth, 3e women thre,63
Into þe strete of Galylé.
3oure Savyour þer xul 3e se
Walkynge in þe waye.
3oure fleschly Lorde now hath lyff,
þat deyd on tre with strook and stryff.
Wende forth, þu wepynge wyff,69
And seke hym, I þe saye.
Wendyth forth, 3e women thre,63
Into þe strete of Galylé.
3oure Savyour þer xul 3e se
Walkynge in þe waye.
3oure fleschly Lorde now hath lyff,
þat deyd on tre with strook and stryff.
Wende forth, þu wepynge wyff,69
And seke hym, I þe saye.
Now goth forth fast, all thre,71
To his dyscyplys fayr and fre.
And to Petyr þe trewth telle 3e —
þerof haue 3e no dreed.
Spare 3e not þe soth to say:
He þat was deed and closyd in clay,
He is resyn þis same day,77
And levyth with woundys reed.
To his dyscyplys fayr and fre.
And to Petyr þe trewth telle 3e —
þerof haue 3e no dreed.
Spare 3e not þe soth to say:
He þat was deed and closyd in clay,
He is resyn þis same day,77
And levyth with woundys reed.
Maria Magdalen
A, myrthe and joye in herte we haue,79
For now is resyn out of his graue
He levyth now oure lyff to saue,
þat dede lay in þe clay.
A, myrthe and joye in herte we haue,79
For now is resyn out of his graue
He levyth now oure lyff to saue,
þat dede lay in þe clay.
Maria Jacoby
In hert I was ryght sore dysmayd83
The aungel to us whan þat he sayd
þat Cryst is resyn; I was affrayd,
þe aungel whan I say.
In hert I was ryght sore dysmayd83
The aungel to us whan þat he sayd
þat Cryst is resyn; I was affrayd,
þe aungel whan I say.
Maria Salome
Now lete us all thre fulfylle87
þe angelys wurde and Goddys wylle;
Left us sey with voys wul shrylle,
Cryst, þat Jewys dede sle,
Oure Lord, þat naylyd was on þe rode,
And betyn out was his bodyes blode,
He is aresyn! þough they ben wode,93
A, Lorde, 3itt wele þu be.
Now lete us all thre fulfylle87
þe angelys wurde and Goddys wylle;
Left us sey with voys wul shrylle,
Cryst, þat Jewys dede sle,
Oure Lord, þat naylyd was on þe rode,
And betyn out was his bodyes blode,
He is aresyn! þough they ben wode,93
A, Lorde, 3itt wele þu be.
Maria Magdalene dicit Petro et ceteris apostolis:
[Maria Magdalene]
Bretheryn all, in herte be glad,95
Bothe blythe and joyful, in herte ful fayn.
For ryght good tydandys haue we had
þat oure Lord is resyn agayn!
An aungel us bad ryght þus, sertayn,
To þe, Petyr, þat we xulde telle
How Cryst is resyn, þe which was slayn,101
A levynge man evyrmore to dwelle.
Bretheryn all, in herte be glad,95
Bothe blythe and joyful, in herte ful fayn.
For ryght good tydandys haue we had
þat oure Lord is resyn agayn!
An aungel us bad ryght þus, sertayn,
To þe, Petyr, þat we xulde telle
How Cryst is resyn, þe which was slayn,101
A levynge man evyrmore to dwelle.
Maria Jacobi
To lyve is resyn ageyn þat Lorde,103
The qwych Judas to Jewys solde.
Of þis I bere ryght trewe recorde
By wurdys þat þe aungel tolde.
Now myrth and joye to man on molde;
Euery man now myrth may haue.
He þat was closyd in cley ful colde109
This day is resyn owt of his grave.
To lyve is resyn ageyn þat Lorde,103
The qwych Judas to Jewys solde.
Of þis I bere ryght trewe recorde
By wurdys þat þe aungel tolde.
Now myrth and joye to man on molde;
Euery man now myrth may haue.
He þat was closyd in cley ful colde109
This day is resyn owt of his grave.
Petrus
Sey me, systeryn, with wurdys blythe,111
May I troste to þat 3e say?
Is Cryst resyn ageyn to lyve
þat was ded and colde in clay?
Sey me, systeryn, with wurdys blythe,111
May I troste to þat 3e say?
Is Cryst resyn ageyn to lyve
þat was ded and colde in clay?
Maria Salome
3a, trostyth us truly, it is no nay!115
He is aresyn, it is no les.
And so an aungel us tolde þis day
With opyn voys and speche expres.
3a, trostyth us truly, it is no nay!115
He is aresyn, it is no les.
And so an aungel us tolde þis day
With opyn voys and speche expres.
Johannes
3a, þese be tydyngys of ryght gret blys,119
þat oure maystyr resyn xulde be!
I wyl go renne in hast, iwys,
And loke my Lord yf I may se.
3a, þese be tydyngys of ryght gret blys,119
þat oure maystyr resyn xulde be!
I wyl go renne in hast, iwys,
And loke my Lord yf I may se.
Petrus
For joye also I renne with the,123
My brothyr Johan, as I þe say.
For joye also I renne with the,123
My brothyr Johan, as I þe say.
In hast anon evyn forth go we;125
To his grave we renne oure way.
To his grave we renne oure way.
Hic currunt Johannes et Petrus simul ad sepuicrum, et Johannes prius venit ad monumentum, sed non intrat.
Johannes
The same shete here I se127
þat Crystys body was in wounde.
But he is gon! Wheresoever he be,
He lyth not here upon þis grownde.
The same shete here I se127
þat Crystys body was in wounde.
But he is gon! Wheresoever he be,
He lyth not here upon þis grownde.
Petrus intrat monumentum, et dicit Petrus:
Petrus
In þis cornere þe shete is fownde;131
And here we fynde þe sudary
In þe whiche his hed was wounde
Whan he was take from Calvary.
In þis cornere þe shete is fownde;131
And here we fynde þe sudary
In þe whiche his hed was wounde
Whan he was take from Calvary.
Hic intrat Johannes monumentum dicens:
Johannes
The same sudary and þe same shete135
Here with my syth I se both tweyn.
Now may I wele knowe and wete
þat he is rysyn to lyve ageyn!
Onto oure bretheryn lete us go seyn
þe trewth ryght hevyn as it is:
Oure maystyr lyvyth, þe whech was slayn,141
Allmyghty Lorde and Kynge of Blys.
The same sudary and þe same shete135
Here with my syth I se both tweyn.
Now may I wele knowe and wete
þat he is rysyn to lyve ageyn!
Onto oure bretheryn lete us go seyn
þe trewth ryght hevyn as it is:
Oure maystyr lyvyth, þe whech was slayn,141
Allmyghty Lorde and Kynge of Blys.
Petrus
No lengere here wyll we dwelle;143
To oure bretheryn þe wey we take.
The trewth to them whan þat we telle,
Grett joye in hert þan wul þei make.
No lengere here wyll we dwelle;143
To oure bretheryn þe wey we take.
The trewth to them whan þat we telle,
Grett joye in hert þan wul þei make.
Hic Petrus loquitur omnibus apostolis simul collectis:
Beth mery, bretheryn, for Crystys sake!147
þat man þat is oure mayster so good,
From deth to lyve he is awake,
þat sore was rent upon þe rood.
þat man þat is oure mayster so good,
From deth to lyve he is awake,
þat sore was rent upon þe rood.
Johannes
As women seyd, so haue we fownde:151
Remevyd awey we saw þe ston!
He lyth no lengere vndyr þe grownde;
Out of his graue oure maystyr is gon.
As women seyd, so haue we fownde:151
Remevyd awey we saw þe ston!
He lyth no lengere vndyr þe grownde;
Out of his graue oure maystyr is gon.
[Omnibus congregatis.]
Thomas
We haue grett woundyr, everychon,155
Of þese wurdys þat 3e do speke.
A ston ful hevy lay hym vpon —
From vndyr þat ston how xulde he breke?
We haue grett woundyr, everychon,155
Of þese wurdys þat 3e do speke.
A ston ful hevy lay hym vpon —
From vndyr þat ston how xulde he breke?
Petrus
The trewth to tellyn, it passyth oure witt!159
Wethyr he be resyn thorwe his owyn myght,
Or ellys stolyn out of his pitt
Be sum man prevely be nyght.
That he is gon we saw with syght,
For in his graue he is nowth.
We cannot tellyn in what plyght165
Out of his graue þat he is browth.
The trewth to tellyn, it passyth oure witt!159
Wethyr he be resyn thorwe his owyn myght,
Or ellys stolyn out of his pitt
Be sum man prevely be nyght.
That he is gon we saw with syght,
For in his graue he is nowth.
We cannot tellyn in what plyght165
Out of his graue þat he is browth.
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