He seyd to us with wordys pleyn,
He seyd we xuld fynd it trew,—
The thryd day he wold ryse ageyn.
Yf that hese dyscyplys come serteyn,
And out of his grave stele hym away,
Thei wyl go preche and pleyn seyn
That he is reson the thryd day.
This is the cowncel that I gyf here,
Take men and gyf hem charge therto
To weche the grave with gret power,