Thomas. Be in pes, Petyr, thou gynnyst to rave,
Thy wurdys be wantowne and ryght unwyse;
How xulde a deed man, that deed lay in grave,
With qwyk fflesche and blood to lyve ageyn ryse?
Petrus. ȝis, Thomas, dowte the not, oure mayster is on lyve!
Record of Mawdelyn and of here systeres too,
Cleophas and Lucas, the trewthe ffor to contryve,
ffro Jerusalem to Emaws with hym dede they go.
Thomas. I may nevyr in hert trust that it is so;
He was ded on cros and colde put in pitt,