He is stolyn awey owt of this lake.
Aungelus. Woman, that stondyst here alone?
Why dost thou wepe, and morne, and wepe so sore?
What cawse hast thou to make suche mone?
Why makyst thou suche sorwe, and wherefore?
Maria Magdalene. I have gret cawse to wepe evyrmore;
My Lord is take out of his grave,
Stolyn awey and fro me lore,
I kannot wete where hym to have.
Hic parum deambulet a sepulcro, dicens,