I pray ȝow ȝe wole help therto;
He wole aqwyte us ryth wele oure mede,
And I have lysens for to do.
Here Joseph and Nychodemus takyn Cryst of the cros, on on o ledyr and the tother on another leddyr; and qwhan is had down, Joseph leyth hym in our Ladys lappe, seyng the knytes turnyng hem, and Joseph seyth,
Joseph. Lo! Mary modyr, good and trewe,
Here is thi son, blody and bloo!
ffor hym myn hert ful sore doth rewe,
Kysse hym now onys eer he go!
Maria Virgo. A, mercy! mercy! myn owyn sone so dere,
Thi blody face now I must kysse!