When I am p{ar}ted, Ioh{a}n, fram þee, That þei do my bodi none euelte. 280 My sone, þat woneþ i{n} heuene liȝt, Lete hem neu{er} þ{er} to haue myȝt.” [Headnote: _The apostles arrive from distant regions._] [Sidenote: Ioh{ann}es] seynt Ioh{an} answerd tho, “sey me, lady, if it is so, that we shall dep{ar}te atwo. “swete lady, how shałł y do? 280 sey me þe tyme when it shal be, that thu shalt to heuene te.” “Ladi, sithen hit is so, That we schal dep{ar}te a two, 284 Seie me how long hit is to þan.” [Sidenote: Maria] she seid, “Ioh{a}n, that þ{o}u shałł se; ne bide y here but dayes thre.” 284 Then was Ioh{an} ful hertely sory. “For soþe,” marie seide to Iohan, “Bi þis {and} þe þridde day, No leng{er} abide I ne may.” 288 [Sidenote: [leaf 68]] When he it herde, he was sory; [Sidenote: Ioh{ann}es] wepand he seyd, “dame, m{er}cy! how shal y leue? how shal y fare? now cometh al my sorow {and} care. 288 my lord was hard y-broght to detħ, thurgh fals Iewis that couthe no metħ. now shal our{e} lady me fro; now cometh to me al my woo. 292 wold god that y wer{e} ded, for right now can y no red.” He wept, {and} seide, “ladi, mercy. How schal I lyue? how schal I fare? How schal I blis or ioie haue? 292 Furst my lord was brouȝt to dede, Thorw þe felun iewes rede, And now my ladi wil me fro, Swete lord, now me is wo. 296 Wolde my lord I wolde be dede, For I ne can no bett{er} rede.” [Sidenote: [leaf 79, back]] [Sidenote: Maria] “Nay,” she seid, “whi seist thu so? angelis the shałł come to, 296 and loke to the wher{e} thu be, erlich and late to comfort the.” “Ioh{a}n,” sche seide, “whi seistou so? Th[e] aungeles schal þee come to, 300 To kepe þee where so þou be, Erliche {and} late to gladen þee.” [Sidenote: no{t}a de ap{osto}lis om{n}ib{us} mirac{u}lose.] when she spake to seynt Ioh{a}n, thapostellis cam yn eu{er}ychon~, 300 and none of hem wiste be-forn~, how thei wer{e} thed{er} y com, Whiles he spak so to seynt Ion, Come þe apostles eu{er}ychon, 304 To gidre; but þei wist nouȝt How þei weren to gidre brouȝt; and seid, “lady, ne drede þ{o}u noght, thi sone hath vs hider broght, 304 to knowe the for our{e} lady, while that we ben{e} the by.”