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MARIA MAGDALENE For hertyly sorwe, myn herte doth breke, With wepynge terys I wasch my face! Alas, for sorwe, I may not speke! My Lorde is gon, that hereinne wase. Myn owyn dere Lorde and Kynge of Gras, That sefne develys fro me dyd take — I kannat se hym, alas, alas! He is stolyn awey owt of this lake. ANGELUS Woman that stondyst here alone, Why dost thu wepe and morne and wepe so sore? What cawse hast thu to make such mone? Why makyst thu such sorwe, and wherefore? MARIA MAGDALENE I have gret cawse to wepe evyrmore. My Lord is take out of his grave, Stolyn awey and fro me lore! I kannot wete where hym to have. |
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Alas! Alas, what shal I do? My Lord awey is fro me take! A, woful wrecche! Whedyr shal I go? My joye is gon owth of this lake! JHESUS Woman, suche mornynge why dost thu make? Why is thi chere so hevy and badde? Why dost thu sythe so sore and qwake? Why dost thu wepe so sore and sadde? MARIA MAGDALENE A grettyr cawse had nevyr woman For to wepe both nyth and day Than I myself have, in serteyn, For to sorwyn evyr and ay! Alas, for sorwe myn hert doth blede! My Lorde is take fro me away! I muste nedys sore wepe and grede — Where he is put, I kannot say. But, jentyl gardener, I pray to thee, If thu hym took out of his grave, Telle me qwere I may hym se That I may go, my Lorde to have. JHESUS M. A. R. I. A.! [Spectans. MARIA MAGDALENE A! Mayster and Lorde, to thee I crave! As thu art Lord and Kynge of Blys, Graunt me, Lord, and thu vowchesave Thyn holy fete that I may kys! JHESUS Towche me not as yett, Mary, For to my Fadyr I have not ascende. But to my bretheryn in hast thee hye; With these gode wurdys, here care amende. Sey to my bretheryn that I intende To stey to my Fadyr and to yowre. To oure Lord, both God and frende, I wyl ascende to hevyn towre. In hevyn, to ordeyn yow a place, To my Fadyr now wyl I go, To merth and joye and grett solace And endeles blys to brynge yow to. For man, I sufferyd both schame and wo, More spyteful deth, nevyr man dyd take. Yit wyl I ordeyn for al this, lo, In hevyn, an halle for mannys sake. MARIA MAGDALENE Gracyous Lord, at youre byddyng, To all my bretheryn I shal go telle How that ye be man levynge, Quyk and qwethynge, of flesch and felle. Now all hevynes I may expelle, And myrth and joy now take to me. My Lord that I have lovyd so wele With opyn syght I dede hym se. Whan I sowght my Lord in grave, I was ful sory and ryght sad, For syght of hym I myght non have. For mornynge sore I was nere mad. Grettere sorwe yit nevyr whith had, Whan my Lord awey was gon. But now in herte I am so glad, So grett a joy nevyr wyff had non. How myght I more gretter joye have Than se that Lorde with opyn syght, The whiche my sowle from synne to save, From develys sefne he made me qwyght. There kan no tounge my joye expres Now I have seyn my Lorde on lyve. To my bretheryn I wyl me dresse And telle to hem anon ryght belyve; With open speche I shal me shryve, And telle to hem with wurdys pleyn How that Cryst from deth to lyve To endles blys is resyn ageyn. Bretheryn, all blyth ye be, For joyful tydyngys tellyn I kan! I saw oure Lord Cryst — lyste wel to me — Of flesch and bon, quyk, levynge man! Beth glad and joyful as for than, For trost me, trewly, it is ryght thus! Mowth to mowth, this is sertayn, I spak ryght now with Cryst Jhesus! PETRUS A woundyrful tale, forsothe, is this, Ever onowryd oure Lorde mote be! We pray thee, Lord, and Kynge of Blys: Onys thi presence that we may se, Ere thu ascende to thi magesté. Gracyous God, if that ye plese, Late us have sum syght of thee, Oure careful hertys to sett in ease. Amen. [Explicit apparicio Marie Magdalene. |
Where from this grave sigh; shake (see note) night certainly mourn forever; (t-note) lament ask you where (t-note) Looking intently; (see note) vouchsafe feet ascended haste; hurry; (t-note) good words; sorrow; their To ascend; to yours heaven’s tower prepare; (see note) have prepare mansion; man’s living Alive; speaking; whole body grief plain view; did; see When not great mourning; nearly Greater sorrow yet; any one When great; woman to see; in plain view soul seven devils; free tongue alive go them at once confess them; aloud life risen joyful tidings listen bone; alive then trust; the truth Face to face; (t-note) spoke honored; may Before Let sorrowful (see note); (t-note) Here ends the appearance to Mary Magdalene; (t-note) |