Magdalen. Syth I must nedys with ȝow hens gon,
My brotheres grave lete me fyrst kys;
Alas! no whith may helpe my mon,
ffarewel, my brother! farewel, my blys!
Tertius consolator. Hom to ȝour place we xal ȝow wysse,
ffor Goddys love be of good chere;
Indede ȝe do ryght sore amys,
So sore to wepe, as ȝe do here.
Martha. Lete us go hom than to oure place,
We pray ȝow alle with us to abyde;