They telle these tydynges with brest ful bolde.
Than Petyr and John, as ȝe xal se,
Down rennyn in hast over lond and wolde,
The trewth of this to have.
Whan thei ther comyn, as I ȝow say,
He is gon ffrom undyr clay,
Than thei wytnesse anoon that day,
He lyth not in his grave.
Tertius vexillator.
Onto Mary Mawdelyn as we have bent,