_Jhesus._ Goo hom ageyn, and telle hem thus, I xal come to hem whan that I may. _Nuncius._ At ȝour comaundement, O prophete Jhesus! I xal hem telle, as ȝe do say. _Jhesus._ Com forthe, bretheryn, walke we oure way, Into Jurye go we anon; I cam not there ful many a day, Therfore thedyr now wyl I gon. _Omnes discipuli._ The Jewys ageyn the were grym and grylle, Whan thou were there wolde the a slayn; With stonys they sowte the ffor to kylle, And wylt thou now go thedyr ageyn. _Jhesus._ Xij. owrys the day hathe in certeyn, In them to walke bothe clere and bryght; He xal not stomble ageyn hylle nor pleyn, That goth the wey whyl it is day lyght. But if men walke whan it is nyght, Sone they offende in that dyrknes, Becawse they may have no cler syght, They hurte there ffete ofte in suche myrkenes. But as ffor this, ȝitt nevyrthelesse, The cawse therfore I thedyr wyl wende, Is ffor to reyse, ffrom bedde expresse, Laȝarus that slepyth, oure althere ffrende. _Omnes discipuli._ Of his syknes he xal be save, If that he slepe, good sygne it is. _Jhesus._ Laȝarus is deed and leyd in grave, Of his slepynge ȝe deme amys; I was not there, ȝe knew weyl this, To strengthe ȝoure feyth I am ful glad. Therfore I telle ȝow the trewthe i-wys, Oure ffrende is deed and undyr erthe clad. _Thomas._ Than goo we alle ryght evyn streyth thedyr, There as oure ffrende Laȝarus is deed; And lete us deye with hym togedyr, Ther as he lyth in the same stede. _Jhesus._ The ffor to deye have thou no drede, The wey streyth thedyr in hast we take; Be the grett myght of myn Godhede, Oute of his slepe he xal awake. _Nuncius._ Alle heyl! Martha and Mawdelyn eke, To Jhesu I have ȝour massage seyd, I tolde hym how that ȝour brothyr was seke, And with grett peyn in his bed leyd. He bad ȝe xulde not be dysmayde, Alle his syknes he xal askape; He wylle byn here within a brayde, As he me tolde, he comyth in rape. _Mawdelyn._ That holy prophete doth come to late, Oure brothyr is beryed iij. days or this; A grett stone stoppyth the pyttys gate, There as oure brothere beryde is. _Nuncius._ Is Laȝarus deed? now God his sowle blys! ȝit loke ȝe take non hevynes, So longe to wepe ȝe don amys, It may not helpe ȝour sorynes. _Martha._ Oute of myn herte alle care to lete, Alle sorwe and wo to caste away, I xal go forthe in the strete To mete with Jhesu, if that I may. _Secundus consolator._ God be ȝour spede bothe evyr and ay, ffor with ȝour sustyr we wyl abyde; Here to comforte we xal asay, And alle here care to caste asyde.