They comyn to us and evyn thus tolde,
How that an aungelle seyd to them thre,
That he xuld leve with brest fful bolde.
ȝitt Petyr and John preve this wolde,
To Crystys grave they ran, thei tweyne;
And whan they come to the grave so coolde,
They fownde the women fful trewe serteyne.
Jhesus. A! ȝe ffonnys and slought of herte
ffor to beleve in holy Scrypture!
Have not prophetys with wurdys smerte,