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,