XXXVII. CHRIST APPEARING TO MARY.
Maria Magdalene goth to the grave, and wepyth, and seyth,
ffor hertyly sorwe myn herte dothe breke,
With wepynge terys I wasche my face;
Alas! ffor sorwe I may not speke,
My Lorde is gon that hereinne wase:
Myn owyn dere Lorde and kynge of gras,
That vij. develys ffro me dyd take,
I kan nat se hym, alas! alas!