He is now quyk and man lyvenge,
That fyrst was slayn and put in grave;
Now may we chaunge alle oure mornynge,
ffor oure Lord is resyn his servauntes to save!
Lucas. Alas! for sorwe, what hap was this?
Whan he dyd walke with us in way,
He prevyd by Scripture, ryght wel i-wys,
That he was resyn from undyr clay.
We trustyd hym not, but evyr seyd nay;
Alas, for shame! why seyd we so?