Here owe Lady xal ryse and renne and halse the crosse.
Maria Magdalen. A! good lady, why do ȝe thus?
ȝour dolful cher now chevit us sore.
And for the peyne of my swete Lord Jhesus,
That he seyth in ȝou, it peyneth hym more.
Maria virgo. I pray yow alle lete me ben here,
And hang me up here on this tre,
Be my frend and sone that me is so dere;
ffor ther he is, ther wold I be.
Johannes. Jentyl lady, now leve ȝour mornyng,