Martha. God graunt grace that it may sese,
Of syknes God make ȝow sownde;
Or ellys oure joy wylle sone dyscres,
In so grett peynes if ȝe ly bownde.
Magdalyn. A! brothir, brothir, lyfte up ȝoure herte,
ȝour hevy cher doth us grevaunce;
If deth from us ȝow xulde departe,
Than were we brought in comberaunce.
ȝe be oure brothyr syb of alyaunce,
If ȝe wore deed, than had we none;