Bretheryn alle, in herte be glad, Bothe blythe and joyful in herte ful fayn, ffor ryght good tydandys have we had That oure Lord is resyn agayn! An aungel bade us ryght thus sertayn, To the, Petyr, that we xulde telle, How Cryst is resyn, the whiche was slayn, A lovynge man evyr more to dwelle. _Maria Jacobi._ To lyve is resyn ageyn that Lorde, The qwyche Judas to Jewys solde; Of this I bere ryght trewe recorde, By wurdys that the aungel tolde. Now myrthe and joye to man on molde! Every man now myrthe may have! He that was closyd in cley ful colde This day is resyn owt of his grave! _Petrus._ Sey me, systeryn, with wurdys blythe, May I troste to that ȝe say? Is Cryst resyn ageyn to lyve, That was ded and colde in clay? _Maria Salome._ ȝa, trostythe us truly, it is no nay; He is aresyn, it is no les; And so an aungel us tolde this day, With opyn voys and speche expres. _Johannes._ ȝa, these be tydynges of ryght gret blys, That oure mayster resyn xulde be; I wyl go renne in hast i-wys, And loke my Lord yf I may se. _Petrus._ ffor joye also I renne with the, My brother John, as I the say; In hast anon evyn forthe go we,— To his grave we renne oure way. _Hic currunt Johannes et Petrus simul ad sepulcrum; et Johannes prius venit ad monumentum, sed non intrat._ _Johannes._ The same shete here I se That Crystys body was in wounde; But he is gon, where so ever he be, He lyth not here upon this grownde. _Petrus intrat monumentum, et dicit Petrus_, In this cornere the shete is fownde, And here we fynde the sudary In the whiche his hed was wounde, Whan he was take from Calvary. _Hic intrat Johannes monumentum, dicens_, The same sudary and the same shete, Here with my syth I se bothe tweyn; Now may I wele knowe and wete, That he is rysyn to lyve ageyn. Onto oure bretheryn lete us go seyn The trewthe ryght hevyn as it is; Oure mayster lyvythe, the wheche was slayn, Allemyghty Lorde and kynge of blys. _Petrus._ No lengere here wylle we dwelle, To oure bretheryn the wey we take; The trewthe to them whan that we telle, Grett joye in hert than wul thei make. _Hic Petrus loquitur omnibus apostolis simul collectis._ Bethe mery, bretheryn, for Crystys sake,— That man that is oure mayster so good, ffrom deth to lyve he is awake, That sore was rent upon the rood. _Johannes._ As women seyd so have we fownde, Remevyd awey we saw the ston; He lyth no lengere undyr the grownde, Out of his grave oure mayster is gon. _Omnes congregatus Thomas._ We have grett woundyr everychon Of these wurdys that ȝe do speke; A ston ful hevy lay hym upon, ffrom undyr that ston how xuld he breke?