Ther now alle joye is turnyd to woo.
Primus consolator. Be of good comforte and thank God of al,
ffor dethe is dew to every man;
What tyme that deth on us xal ffal,
Non erthely wyght the oure telle can.
Martha. We alle xul dye, that is sertan,
But ȝit the blood of kynde nature,
When dethe the brothyr awey hath tan,
Must nedys murne that sepulture.
Secundus consolator. Good ffrendys, I pray ȝow holde ȝour pes,