And ryse from dethe to lyve ageyn?
Cleophas. Now trewly, sere, ȝour wurdys ben good,
I have in ȝow ryght grett delyght;
I pray ȝow, sere, with mylde mood,
To dwelle with us alle this nyght.
Christus. I must gon hens anon ful ryght,
ffor grett massagys I have to do;
I wolde abyde, yf that I myght,
But at this tyme I must hens go.
Lucas. ȝe xal not gon fro us this nyght,