MARY MAGDALENE 5 PETER 10 PAUL 15 MARY MAGDALENE 20 [fol. 112r] PETER 26 PAUL 30 35 40 45 50 MARY MAGDALENE 55 PETER PAUL 60 MARY MAGDALENE PETER 66 70 75 [fol. 112v] 80 85 90 95 PAUL 100 APOSTLE 3 105 110 APOSTLE 4 115 120 APOSTLE 5 125 JESUS 130 135 [fol. 113r] 140 145 150 155 160 165 170 175 APOSTLE 6 180 JESUS 186 190 195 [fol. 113v] 200 205 210 215 220 225 230 235 240 APOSTLE 7 245 APOSTLE 8 250 255 APOSTLE 9 260 [fol. 114r] APOSTLE 10 266 270 THOMAS 275 280 285 290 295 300 PETER THOMAS 306 310 PAUL 315 320 THOMAS 325 APOSTLE 3 330 335 THOMAS 340 APOSTLE 4 346 350 THOMAS 355 360 APOSTLE 5 365 THOMAS 370 375 APOSTLE 6 380 THOMAS 386 390 APOSTLE 7 395 400 THOMAS 405 APOSTLE 8 410 415 THOMAS 420 APOSTLE 9 426 430 THOMAS 435 440 APOSTLE 10 445 THOMAS 450 [fol. 115v] 455 PETER 460 465 THOMAS 470 PAUL 475 THOMAS 480 APOSTLE 3 THOMAS 486 APOSTLE 4 490 THOMAS 495 APOSTLE 5 500 THOMAS APOSTLE 6 506 510 THOMAS APOSTLE 7 515 520 THOMAS 525 APOSTLE 8 530 535 THOMAS 540 APOSTLE 9 546 THOMAS 550 APOSTLE 10 555 THOMAS 560 JESUS 565 THOMAS 570 575 [fol. 116v] 580 585 590 595 600 605 610 615 JESUS 620 625 630 635 640 [fol. 117r] 645

Mary Magdalene Peter Paul Apostle 3 Apostle 4 Apostle 5 Jesus Apostle 6 Apostle 7 Apostle 8 Apostle 9 Apostle 10 Thomas Thomas Indie Hayll, brether, and God be here. I bryng to amende youre chere: Trist ye it and knawe He is rysen, the soth to say. I met hym goyng bi the way; He bad me tell it you. Do way, woman, thou carpys wast. It is som spirite or els som gast; Othere was it noght. We may trow on no kyns wyse That ded man may to lyfe ryse. This then is oure thoght. It may be sothe for mans mede The Jues maide hym grymly blede Thrugh feete, handys, and syde; With nayles on rode thay dyd hym hang, Wherfor, woman, thou says wrang, As myght I blys abide. Do way youre threpyng! Ar ye wode? I sagh hym that dyed on roode And with hym spake with mowth. Therfor you both, red I, Putt away youre heresy; Tryst it stedfast and cowth. Do way, woman; let be thi fare For shame and also syn; If we make never sich care, His lyfe may we not wyn. And it is wretyn in oure law: Ther is no trust in womans saw, No trust faith to belefe, For with thare quayntyse and thare gyle Can thay laghe and wepe somwhile And yit nothyng theym grefe. In oure bookes thus fynde we wretyn — All manere of men well it wyttyn — Of women on this wyse: Till an appyll she is lyke; Withoutten faill ther is none slyke In horde ther it lyse. Bot if a man assay it wittely, It is full roten inwardly, At the colke within. Wherfor in woman is no laghe, For she is withoutten aghe, As Crist me lowse of syn. Therfor trast we not trystely, Bot if we sagh it witterly Then wold we trastly trow; In womans saw affy we noght, For thay ar fekill in word and thoght, This make I myne avowe. As be I lowsid of my care, It is as trew as ye stand thare, By hym that is my brothere. I dar lay my heede to wed Or that we go untill oure bed That we shall here anothere. If it be sothe that we here say, Or this thrid day be away The sothe then mon we se. Bot it be sothe to trow As ye mon here, els pray I you For fals that ye hold me. Waloway, my lefe deres. There I stand in this sted, Sich sorow my hart sheres For rewth I can no red. Sen that Mawdleyn witnes beres That Jesus rose from ded, Myn ees has letten salt teres On erthe to se hym trede. Bot alas that ever I woke That carefull catyf nyght, When I for care and cold qwoke By a fyre burnyng full bright, When I my Lord Jesu forsoke For drede of womans myght. A rightwys dome I will me loke, That I tyne not that semely sight. Bot ever alas, what was I wode. Myght no man be abastir. I saide if he nede bestode To hym shuld none be trastir; And for a woman that there stode That spake to me of frastir, I saide I knew not that good Creature, my master. Alas, that we fro thee fled, That we ne had with thee gone. When thou with Jues was sted, With thee was dwelland none Bot forsoke thee that us fed, For we wold not be tayn; We were as prysoners sore adred With Jues for to be slayn. Now Jesu, for thi lyfe swete Who hath thus mastryd thee, That in the breede that we eytt Thiself gyffen wold be, And sythen thrugh handys and feytt Be nalyd on a tre? Grauntt us grace that we may yit Thi light in manhede se. Tunc venit Jesus et cantat “pax vobis” et non tardabit. 1 Hec est dies quam fecit dominus: 2 This is the day that God maide; All be we glad and blythe. The Holy Gost before us glad Full softly on his sithe. Red clethyng apon he had And blys to us can kith; Softly on the erthe he trade, Full myldly he did lythe. This dede thrugh God is done Thus in all oure sight. Mighty God, true kyng in trone, Whose Son in Marye light, Sende us, Lord, thi blissid bone, As thou art God of myght, Sothly to se hym sone And have of hym a sight. Iterum venit Jesus et cantat “pax vobis” et non tardabit. 3 Whoso commys in Goddys name Ay blissid mot he be; Mightfull God shelde us fro shame In thi moder name Marie. Thise wykid Jues will us blame; Thou grauntt us for to se The self body and the same The which that died on tre. Peasse emangys you everichon. It is I, drede you noght, That was wonte with you to gone And dere with ded you boght. Grope and fele flesh and bone And fourme of man well wroght; Sich thyng has goost none. Loke wheder ye knawe me oght. My rysyng fro dede to lyfe Shall no man agane moytt; Behold my woundes fyfe Thrugh handys, syde, and foytt. To ded can luf me dryfe And styrryd my hart roytt; Of syn who will hym shryfe Thyes woundys shal be his boytt. For oon so swete a thyng Myself so lefe had wroght, Man sawll, my dere derlyng, To batell was I broght. For it thay can me dyng To bryng out of my thoght; On roode can thay me hyng, Yit luf forgate I noght. Luf makys me, as ye may se, Strenkyllid with blood so red Luf gars me have hart so fre It opyns every sted. Luf so fre so dampnyd me It drofe me to the ded. Luf rasid me thrug his pausté; It is swetter then med. Wytterly, man, to thee I cry: Thou yeme my Fader fere. Thyn awne sawll kepe cleynly Whyls thou art wardan here; Slo it not with thi body Synnyng in synnes sere. On me and it thou have mercy, For I have boght it dere. Mi dere freyndys, now may ye se Forsoth that it is I That dyed apon the roode tre And sythen rose bodely. That it allgatys sothfast be Ye shall se hastely; Of youre mett gif ye me Sich as ye have redy. Paratur mensa et offerat sextus apostolus favum mellis et piscem, dicendo, 4 Lord, lo, here a rostid fish And a comb of hony Laide full fare in a dish And full honestly. Here is none othere mett bot this In all oure company, Bot well is us that we have this To thi lykyng only. Mi dere Fader of heven That maide me borne to be Of a madyn withoutten steven And sithen to die on tre, From ded to lif at set stevyn, Rasid me thrugh thi paustee With the wordys that I shall neven, This mette thou blis thrugh me: In the Fader name and the Son And the Holy Gast, Thre persons to knaw and con In oone godhede stedfast, I gif this mett my benyson Thrugh wordys of myghtys mast. Now will I ette as I was won My manhede eft to tast. My dere freyndys, lay hand till, Eyttys for charité. I ette at my Fader will; At my will ette now ye. That I ette is to fulfill That writen is of me In Moyses law, for it is skyll Fulfillyd that it be. Myn ye noght that I you told In certan tyme and sted, When I gaf myself to wold To you in fourme of bred, That my body shuld be sold, My bloode be spylt so red, This cors gravyn ded and cold The thrid day ryse fro ded? Youre hartes was fulfillyd with drede Whyls I have fro you bene, The rysyng of my manhede Unethes wold ye weyn. Of trouth now may ye spede Thorow stedfast wordys and cleyn. Leyf freyndys, trow now the dede That ye with ees have sene. Ye have forthynkyng and shame For youre dysseferance; I forgif you the blame. In me now have affyance. The folk that ar with syn lame, Preche theym to repentance. Forgif syn in my name; Enjoyne theym to penance. The grace of the Holy Gost to wyn, Resave here at me The which shall never blyn. Hic respirat in eos. 5 I gif you here pausté: Whom in erth ye lowse of syn In heven lowsyd shall be, And whom in erthe ye bynd therin In heven bonden be he. Hic discedet ab eis. 6 Jesu Crist in Trynyté, Jesu to cry and call That borne was of a madyn fre, Thou save us synfull all; For us hanged apon a tre, Drank asell and gall, Thi servandys save fro vanyté In wanhope that we not fall. Brethere, be we stabyll of thoght, Wanhope put we away Of mysbelefe that we be noght; For we may safly say He that mankynde on rood boght Fro dede rose the thryd day; We se the woundys in hym was wroght, All blody yit were thay. He told us fyrst he shuld be tayn And for mans syn shuld dy, Be ded and beryd under a stayn And after ryse up bodely; Now is he quyk fro grafe gon He cam and stode us by And lete us se ilkon The woundys of his body. Deth that is so kene Jesu overcomen has; As he us told yit may we mene Fro ded how he shuld pas. Jesu stode witnes betwene That with hym dwelland was; All his dyscyples has hym sene, Safe oonly Thomas. If that I prowde as pacok go, My hart is full of care; If any sorow myght a man slo, My hart in sonder it share. Mi life wyrkys me all this wo; Of blys I am full bare, Yit wold I nawthere freynd ne fo Wyst how wo me ware. 7 Jesu, my lyfe so good, Ther none myght better be, None wysere man then better food, Nor none kyndere then he: The Jues have nalyd his cors on rood, Nalyd with nales thre, And with a spere thay spylt his blood; Great sorow it was to se. To se the stremes of blood ryn, Well more then doyll it was, Sich great payn for mans syn, Sich doyllfull ded he has. I have lyfid withoutten wyn Sen he to ded can pas, For he was fare of cheke and chyn. For doyll of ded, alas. Hic pergit ad discipulos. 8 Myghty God for to dyscryfe, That never dyed ne shall Wo and wandreth from you dryfe That ye not therin fall. He thee save with woundys fyfe, His Son Jesu to call, That rose from deth to lyfe And shewyd hym till us all. Whannow, Peter, art thou mad? On lyfe who was hym lyke? For his deth I am not glad; For sorow my hart will breke, That with the Jues he was so stad To ded they can hym wreke. Thou hym forsoke, so was thou rad When they to thee can speke. Let be, leyf brothere Thomas, And turne thi thoght belyfe, For the thryd day Jesus rase Fleshly fro ded to lyfe. Till us all he cam apase And shewyd his woundys fyfe And lyfyng man, and etten hase Hony takyn of a hyfe. Let be, for shame. Apartly Fantom dyssavys thee. Ye sagh hym not bodely; His gost it myght well be, For to glad youre hartes sory In youre adversyté. He luffyd us well and faythfully, Therfor sloes sorow me. Thou wote, Thomas, and sothe it was, And oft has thou hard say How a fysh swalod Jonas: Thre dayes therin he lay, Yit gaf God hym myght to pas Whyk man to wyn away; Might not God that sich myght has Rase his Son apon the thryd day? Man, if thou can understand, Cryst saide hisself, mynnys me, That all lokyn was in his hande, All oone was God and he, The son wax marke, all men seand, When he died on the tre. Therfor am I full sore dredand That who myght his boote be. The Holy Gost in Marye light, And in hir madynhede Goddys Son she held, and dight And cled hym in manhede; For luf he wentt as he had hight To fight withoutten drede; When he had termynd that fight, He skypt outt of his wede. If he skypt outt of his clethyng Yit thou grauntys his cors was ded; It was his cors that maide shewyng Unto you in his sted? For to trow in youre carpyng My hart is hevy as led; His dede me bryngys in great mowrneyng, And I withoutten red. The gost went to hell apase Whils the cors lay slayn, And broght the sawles from Sathanas For which he suffred payn. The thryd day right he gase Right unto the cors agayn; Mighty God and man he rose And therfor ar we fayn. All sam to me ye flyte, Youre resons fast ye shawe; Bot tell me a skyll perfyte, Any of you on raw: When Cryst cam you to vysyte, As ye tell me with saw, A whyk man from spyryte, Wherby couth ye hym knaw? Thomas, unto thee anone Herto answere I will: Man has both flesh and bone, Hu hyde and hore thertill; Sich thyng has goost none. Thomas, lo, here thi skyll: Goddys Son toke of Mary flesh and bone; What nede were els thertill? Thou has answerd me full wele And full skylfully, Bot my hart is harde as stele To trow in sich mastry. Say, bad he any of you fele The woundys of his body, Flesh or bone or ilka dele, To assay his body? Yis, Thomas, he bad us se And handill hym with hande To loke wheder it were he, Jesu, man lyfand That dyed apon a tre. Flesh and bone we fand; His woundes had bene pyté To towch that were bledand. Waloway, ye can no good. Youre resons ar defaced; Ye ar as women, rad for blood And lightly oft solaced. It was a goost before you stod, Lyke hym in blood betraced; His cors that dyed on rood Forever hath deth embraced. Certys, Thomas, gretter care Myght no synfull wight have Then she had that wepyd so sare, The Mawdleyn at his grave; For sorow and doyll hir awne hare Of hir hede she rent and rafe. Jesu shewid hym till hir thare, Hir sorow of syn to safe. Lo, sich foly with you is, Wysemen that shuld be, That thus a womans witnes trowys Better then that ye se. In all youre skylles, more and les, For mysfowndyng fayll ye; Might I se Jesu, gost and flesh, Gropyng shuld not gab me. Lefe, Thomas, flyte no more Bot trow and turne thi red, Or els say us when and whore Crist gabbyd in any sted, For he saide us when thou was thore When he hym gaf in bred That he shuld salfe all oure sore Quyk rysand fro ded. He was full sothfast in his sawes, That dar I hertly say, And rightwys in all his lawes Whils that he lyfyd ay, Bot sen he shuld thole hard thrawes On tre whils that he lay, Dede has determyd his dayes; His lyfe noght trow I may. Thyne hard hart thi saull will dwyrd, Thomas, bot if thou blyn. He has ded conquerd And weshen us all fro syn; May nawder knyfe ne swerde Hym eft to ded wyn. Goddys myght in hym apperd That nevermore shall blyn. That God I trow full wele Goostly to you light, Bot bodely never a dele, Jesu that woundid wyght. My hart is harde as stele To trow in sich a myght, Bot if I that wounde myght fele That hym gaf Longeus the knyght. That wounde have we sene, Thomas, And so has mo then we; With Lucas and with Cleophas He welke a day jurnee; Thare hartes that for hym sory was With prophecy comforted he. To Emaus castell can thai pas Ther hostyld thai all thre. Jesu, Goddys Son of heven, At sopere satt betweyn; Ther bred he brake as even As it cutt had beyn. Nothyng that ye may neven His rysyng gars me weyn; If ye me told sich seven The more ye myght me teyn. Thomas, brothere, turne thi thoght And trust that I say thee: Jesu so dere has boght Oure synnes apon a tree, Which rysyng hath broght Adam and his meneyee. Lett be youre fayr; shew it noght That he efte quyk shuld be. That must thou nedelyngys trow If thou thi saull will save, For that we saw we dar avowe: Jesu rose quyk from grave. I have you saide and yit dos now Thise wordes to wast ye have. He shewid hym not to you; For mysfoundyng ye rafe. For we say that we have sene Thou holdys us wars then wode. Jesu lyfyng stod us betwene, Oure Lord that with us yode. I say ye wote never what ye mene. A goost before you stode; Ye wenyd that it had bene The cors that died on roode. The cors that dyed on tre Was berid in a stone; The thurgh beside fande we And in that grave cors was none. His sudary ther myght we se, And he thens whik was gone. Noght bot stolne is he, With Jues that hym have slone. Certys, Thomas, thou sais not right. Thay wold hym not stele For thay gart kepe hym day and nyght With knyghtys that they held lele; He rose has we have sene in sight Fro all the Jues fele. I lefe not bot if I myght Myself with hym dele. He told us tythyngys, Thomas, Yit mynnys me, That as Jonas thre dayes was In a fysh in the see, So shuld he be, and bene has In erth by dayes thre, Pas fro ded, ryse — and rase As he saide, done has he. Certys, that worde I harde hym say, And so harde ye hym all, Bot for nothyng trow I may That it so shuld befall, That he shuld ryse the thrid day That dranke asell and gall. Sen he was God and ded lay, From ded who myght hym call? The Fader that hym sent Rasid hym that was ded. He comforth us in mowrnyng lent And counseld us in red: He bad us trow with good intent His rysyng in every sted. Thyne absens gars thi saull be shent And makys thee hevy as led. Thou says soth: harde and hevy am I To trow that ye me say. Mi hardnes I trow skilfully, For he told us thus ay That his Fader was ever hym by For all bot oon were thay. That he rose bodely For nothyng trow I may. May thou not trow withoutten mo Forsothe that it was he? Thomas, wherto shuld we say so? Then wenys thou fals we be. I wote youre hartes was full wo And fownd with vanyté. If ye swere all and ye were mo I trow it not or that I se. Thomas, of errowre thou blyn And till us turne thi mode. Trow his rysyng by dayes threyn Sen he died on the rode. Noght bot I myght my fynger wyn In sted as nayle stode, And his syde my hande put in Ther he shed his hart bloode. Brethere, all be with you peasse. Leaffe stryfe that now is here. Thomas, of thyn errowre seasse, Of sothe witnes thou bere. Putt thi hande in my syde, no fres, Ther Longeus put his spere. Loke, my rysyng be no les; Let no wanhope thee dere. Mercy, Jesu, rew on me: My hande is blody of thi blode! Mercy, Jesu, for I se Thi myght that I not understode. Mercy, Jesu, I pray thee, That for all synfull died on roode; Mercy, Jesu, of mercy fre, For thi goodnes that is so goode. Kest away my staf will I And with no wepyn gang; Mercy will I call and cry, Jesu that on roode hang. Rew on me, kyng of mercy; Let me not cry thus lang. Mercy, for the velany Thou tholyd on Jues with wrang. Mi hat will I kest away, My mantill sone onone; Unto the poore help it may, For richere knawe I none. Mercy will I abyde and pray To thee, Jesu, alone. My synfull dede I rew ay; To thee make I my mone. Mercy, Jesu, Lorde swete, For thi fyfe woundys so sore: Thou suffred thrugh handys and feete, Thi semely side a spere it share. Mercy, Jesu, Lord, yit For thi moder that thee bare. Mercy for the teres thou grett When thou rasid Lazare. Mi gyrdill gay and purs of sylk And cote, away thou shall. Whils I am werere of swylke The longere mercy may I call. Jesu that soke the madyns mylk Ware noght bot clothes of pall; Thi close so can thai fro thee pyke, 9 On roode thay left thee small. Mercy, Jesu, honoure of man; Mercy, Jesu, mans socoure; Mercy, Jesu, rew thi leman; Mans saull thou boght full soure. Mercy, Jesu, that may and can Forgif syn and be socoure; Mercy, Jesu, as thou us wan, Forgif and gif thi man honoure. None myght bryng thee in that wytt 10 For oght that thay myght say, To trow that I myght flytt Fro ded to lyfe to wyn away. My saull and my cors have knytt A knott that last shall ay; Thus shall I rase well, thou wytt, Ilk man on domesday. Whoso hath not trowid right To hell I shall theym lede, Ther evermore is dark as nyght And greatt paynes to drede. Those that trow in my myght And luf well almus dede, Thai shall shyne as son bright And heven have to thare mede. That blys, Thomas, I thee hete That is in heven cytee, For I se thee sore grete; Of thee I have pytee. Thomas, for thi teres wete, Thi syn forgiffen be; Thus shall synfull thare synnes bete That sore have grefyd me. Thomas, for thou felys me And my woundes bare, Mi risyng is trowed in thee, And so was it not are. All that it trowes and not se, And dos after my lare, Ever blissid mot thay be And heven be theym yare. Explicit Thomas Indie. 11

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