Plesynge to ȝow if that it be,
To the castel of Emawus, a lytyl way,
That ȝe vowchesaf to go with me.
Lucas. Alle redy, brother, I walke with the
To ȝone castelle with ryght good chere;
Evyn togedyr anon go we,
Brother Cleophas, we to in fere.
Cleophas. A! brother Lucas! I am sore mevyd,
Whan Cryst oure mayster comyth in my mynde;
Whan that I thynke how he was grevyd,