Magdalyn. Whan that we had the massangere sent,
Or he had fullyche half a myle gon,
Deyd my brother, and up we hym hent,
Here in this grave we beryed hym anon.
Jhesus. The myght of the Godhed xal gladd ȝow everychon,
Suche syght xal he se hens or ȝe wende;
Sett to ȝour handys, take of the ston,
A syght lete me have of Laȝarus my ffrende.
Martha. He stynkygh ryght fowle longe tyme or this,
Iiij. days gon forsothe he was dede.