We purpose to shewe in oure pleyn place, In the xxxj.ᵗⁱ pagent, thorwe Godys mythe, How to Crystes herte a spere gan pace, And rent oure lordys bryst in ruly plyth. ffor Longeus that olde knyth, blynd as he was, A ryth sharpe spere to Crystes herte xal pythe, The blod of his wounde to his oyn xal tras, And thorwe gret meracle ther hath he syth. Than in that morn, Crystes soule goth downe to helle, And ther ovyrcomyth the fend so felle, Comfortyth the soulys that therin dwelle, And savyth that was fforlorn. _Tertius vexillator._ Joseph and Nycodemus to Cryst trew servaunt In the xxxij. page[nt] the body thei aske to have. Pylat ful redyly the body doth hem graunt, Than thei with reverens do put it in grave. The Jewys more wyckyd than ony geawunt, ffor Crystes ded body kepers do thei crave, Pylat sendyth iiij. knytes that be ryth hardaunt, To keep the blody body in his dede conclave. And ȝit be his owyn myth, The body that was hevy as led, Be the Jewys nevyr so qwed, Aryseth from grave that ther lay ded, And ffrayth than every knyth. _Primus vexillator._ In the xxiij. pagent the soule of Cryst Jhesu Xal brynge alle his ffrendys ffrom helle to paradyse, The soule goth than to the grave, and be ryth gret vertu That body that longe ded hath loyn to lyf aȝen doth ryse. Than doth Cryst Jhesu onto his modyr sew, And comfortyth alle here care in temple ther she lyse, With suche cher and comforth his modyr he doth indew, That joy it is to here ther speche for to devyse. And than Oure lady of hefne so cler, In herte sche hath ryth glad chere, Whan here sone thus doth apere, Here care awey is tan. _Secundus vexillator._ In the xxxiiij. pagent xal Maryes thre Seke Cryst Jhesu in his grave so coolde; An aungel hem tellyth that aresyn is he; And whan that this tale to them is tolde, To Crystes dyscyplis with wurdys fful fre, They telle these tydynges with brest ful bolde. Than Petyr and John, as ȝe xal se, Down rennyn in hast over lond and wolde, The trewth of this to have. Whan thei ther comyn, as I ȝow say, He is gon ffrom undyr clay, Than thei wytnesse anoon that day, He lyth not in his grave. _Tertius vexillator._ Onto Mary Mawdelyn as we have bent, Cryst Jhesu xal than apere, In the xxxv.ᵗⁱ pagent, And she wenyth he be a gardenere. Mary, be name verament, Whan Cryst here callyth with speche ful clere, She fallyth to ground with good entent, To kys his fete with gladsom chere. But Cryst byddyth here do way, He byddyth his feet that sche not kys, Tyl he have styed to hefne blys, To Crystes dyscyplys Mary i-wys Than goth the trewthe to say. _Primus vexillator._