_Thomas._ As a ravaschyd man whos witt is alle gon, Grett mornynge I make ffor my dredfful dowte; Alas! I was dowteful that Crysst from undyr ston Be his owyn grett myght no wyse myght gone owte. Alas! what mevyd me thus in my thought? My dowtefful beleve ryght sore me avexit, The trewthe do I knowe that God so hath wrought, Quod mortuus et sepultus nunc resurrexit! He that was bothe deed and colde put in grave, To lyve is arysen by his owyn myght; In his dere herte blood myn hand wasche I have, Where that the spere poynt was peynfully pyght. I take me to feyth, fforsakynge alle unryght, The dowte that I had fful sore me avexit, ffor now have I seyn with ful opyn syght, Quod mortuus et sepultus nunc resurrexit! I trustyd no talys that were me tolde, Tylle that myn hand dede in his hert blood wade; My dowte dothe aprevyn Cryst levynge fful bolde, And is a grett argument in feyth us to glade. Thou man that seyst this, ffrom feyth nevyr thou ffade, My dowte xal evyr chere the, that sore me avexit; Truste wele in Cryst that suche meracle hath made, Quod mortuus et sepultus nunc resurrexit! The prechynge of Petir might not converte me, Tylle I felyd the wounde that the spere dyde cleve; I trustyd nevyr he levyd that deed was on a tre, Tylle that his herte blood dede renne in my sleve. Thus be my grett dowte oure feyth may we preve, Behold my blody hand to feyth that me avexit, Be syght of this myrroure ffrom feyth not remeve, Quod mortuus et sepultus nunc resurrexit! Thow that Mary Magdalyn in Cryst dede sone beleve, And I was longe dowteful, ȝitt putt me in no blame; ffor be my grett dowte oure ffeyth may we preve, Aȝens alle tho eretykys that speke of Cryst shame. Truste wel Jhesu Cryst, the Jewys kyllyd the same, The ffende hath he fferyd oure feyth that evyr avexit; To hevyn ȝow brynge and save ȝow alle in same, That mortuus et sepultus iterum resurrexit! Amen. XXXIX. THE ASCENSION. _Hic incipit ascencio Domini nostri cum Maria et undecim discipulis et duobis angelis sedentibus in albis, et Jhesus dicit discipulis suis etc._ _Jhesus._ Pax vobis! amonge ȝow pes, Bothe love, and reste, and charyté, Amonge all vertues lete it not ses, ffor amonge alle vertues prynspal his he. ȝe be to blame I may wel preve, ffor I wyl use to ȝow wurdys pleyn, That ȝe be so hard of herte to beleve, That from dethe to lyve I am resyn ageyn. Nottwithstondynge, as ȝe knowe serteyn, To ȝow viij. sythys aperyd have I, Be soundry tymes the trewth to seyn, And this is the ix. tyme sothly, Evyn and no mo. But now sum mete Anon doth gete, ffor I wyl ete With ȝow, and goo.