Go to ȝour broythyr and cheryse hym wele,
ffor I walke fforthe streyte in my way.
Martha. What chere, good brothyr? telle me I pray;
What wele ȝe ete? what wele ȝe drynk?
Loke what is plesynge to ȝour pay;—
ȝe xal have what ȝe wole thynke.
Laȝarus. My wynde is stoppyd, gon is my brethe,—
And dethe is come to make myn ende;
To God in hevyn my sowle I qwethe,—
ffarwelle, systeryn, for hens I wende.