When she herd Hym for His enmyse preye,
And promesid the thefe the blissis aye,
And to hirself no worde wolde saye,
She sighed, be ye sure;
The Sonne hynge, and the Mother stode,
And ever she kissid the drops of Blode
That so fast ran down.
And when after the Resurrection she runs joyfully to tell the holy women that she has seen her risen Lord, and the second Mary asks
But have ye seen our Lord, Sister, are ye sure?
Her reply is from the heart:—