Lete us sytt down here by the grave,
Or we go hens wepe alle oure ffylle.
Martha. Us for to wepe no man may lett,
Beforn oure face to se this syght.
Alas! qwhy doth deth us not fett,
Us for to brynge to this same plyght?
Secundus consolator. Arys, for shame, ȝe do not ryght,
Streyth from this grave he xul go hens.
Thus for to grugge ageyns Godys myght,
Aȝens hyȝ God ȝe do offens.