Maria Jacoby. In hert I was ryght sore dysmayd,
The aungel to us whan that he sayd
That Cryst is resyn; I was affrayd
The aungel whan I say.
Maria Salome. Now lete us alle thre fulfylle
The angelys wurde and Goddys wylle,
Lett us sey, with voys wul shrylle,
Cryst that Jewys dede sle,
Oure Lord that naylyd was on the rode,
And betyn out was his bodyes blode,