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				PETRUS   Allas, to woo that we wer wrought! 
				Hadde never no men so mekill thought 
				Sen that oure Lorde to dede was brought 
				With Jewes fell. 
				Oute of this steede ne durst we noght, 
				But here ay dwelle. 
				 
				JOHANNES   Here have we dwelte with peynes strang. 
				Of oure liffe us lothis, we leve to lange, 
				For sen the Jewes wrought us that wrong 
				Oure Lorde to sloo, 
				Durste we nevere come thame emang, 
				Ne hense to goo. 
				 
				JACOBUS   The wikkid Jewes hatis us full ille 
				And bittir paynes wolde putte us till; 
				Therfore I rede that we dwelle stille 
				Here ther we lende, 
				Unto that Criste oure Lorde us wille 
				Some socoure sende. 
				 
				DEUS   Pees and reste be with yowe. 
				 
				PETRUS   A, brethir dere, what may we trowe, 
				What was this sight that we saughe nowe 
				Shynand so bright, 
				And vanysshed thus and we ne wote how, 
				Oute of oure sight? 
				 
				JOHANNES   Oute of oure sight nowe is it soghte; 
				Itt makith us madde, the light it broght. 
				What may it be? 
				 
				JACOBUS         Sertis I wotte noght 
				But sekirly 
				Itt was vanyté in oure thought, 
				Nought ellis trowe I it be. 
				 
				DEUS   Pees unto yowe evermore myght be, 
				Drede you noght, for I am hee. 
				 
				PETRUS   On Goddis name, benedicité, 
				What may this mene? 
				 
				JACOBUS   Itt is a sperite, forsothe thynketh me, 
				That dose us tene. 
				 
				JOHANNES   A sperite it is, that trowe I right, 
				All thus appered here to oure sight; 
				Itt makis us madde of mayne and myght, 
				So it us flaied, 
				Yone is the same that broughte the light 
				That us affraied. 
				 
				DEUS   What thynke ye, madmen, in youre thought? 
				What mournyng in youre hertis is brought? 
				I ame Criste, ne drede you noght, 
				Her may ye se 
				The same body that has you bought 
				Uppon a tre. 
				 
				That I am comen you here to mete, 
				Behalde and se myn handis and feete, 
				And grathely gropes my woundes wete 
				Al that here is; 
				Thus was I dight youre balis to beete 
				And bring to blis. 
				 
				For yowe thusgatis thanne have I gone; 
				Felys me grathely everilkone, 
				And se that I have flessh and bone. 
				Gropes me nowe, 
				For so ne has sperite none, 
				That schall ye trowe. 
				 
				To garre you kenne and knowe me clere, 
				I schall you schewe ensaumpillis sere; 
				Bringe nowe forthe unto me here 
				Some of youre mette, 
				If ye amange you all in fere 
				Have ought to ete. 
				 
				JACOBUS   Thou luffand Lorde that laste schall ay, 
				Loo, here is mette that thou ete may: 
				A hony kombe the soth to saye, 
				Roste fecche thertill; 
				To ete therof here we thee praie 
				With full goode will. 
				 
				DEUS   Nowe sen ye have broughte me this mete, 
				To make youre trouthe stedfast and grete 
				And for ye schall wanhope forgete 
				And trowe in me, 
				With youe than here wol I ete, 
				That ye schalle see. 
				 
				Nowe have I done, ye have sene howe, 
				Boldely etyng here with youe, 
				Stedfastly loke that ye trowe 
				Yitt in me efte, 
				And takis the remenaunte sone to you 
				That her is lefte. 
				 
				For youe thus was I revyn and rayst; 
				Therfore some of my peyne ye taste 
				And spekis now nowhare my worde waste, 
				That schall ye lere; 
				And unto you the Holy Goste 
				Releffe you here. 
				 
				Beis now trewe and trowes in me, 
				And here I graunte youe in youre poste: 
				Whome that ye bynde bounden schall be 
				Right at youre stevene, 
				And whome that ye lesid losed schal be 
				Evermore in hevene. 
				 
				THOMAS   Allas for sight and sorowes sadde, 
				Mornyng makis me mased and madde; 
				On grounde nowe may I gang ungladde, 
				Bothe even and morne. 
				That hende that I my helpe of hadde 
				His liffe has lorne. 
				 
				Lorne I have that lovely light 
				That was my maistir moste of myght; 
				So doulfully as he was dight 
				Was never no man. 
				Such woo was wrought of that worthy wighte 
				With wondis wan. 
				 
				Wan was his wondis and wonderus wette, 
				With skelpis sore was he swongen, that swette, 
				All naked nailed thurgh hande and feete. 
				Allas, for pyne, 
				That bliste, that beste my bale myght bete, 
				His liffe schulde tyne. 
				 
				Allas, for sorowe myselffe I schende 
				When I thynke hartely on that hende; 
				I fande hym ay a faithfull frende, 
				Trulie to telle. 
				To my brethir nowe will I wende 
				Wherso thei dwell. 
				 
				So wofull wightis was nevere none; 
				Oure joie and comforte is all gone, 
				Of mournyng may we make oure mone 
				In ilka lande. 
				God blisse you, brether, bloode and bone, 
				Same ther ye stande. 
				 
				PETRUS   Welcome, Thomas, where has thou bene? 
				Wete thou wele withouten wene, 
				Jesu oure Lorde than have we sene 
				On grounde her gang. 
				 
				THOMAS   What saie ye, men? Allas, for tene, 
				I trowe ye mang. 
				 
				JOHANNES   Thomas, trewly it is noght to layne: 
				Jesu oure Lorde is resen agayne. 
				 
				THOMAS   Do waie, thes tales is but a trayne 
				Of fooles unwise. 
				He that was so fully slayne, 
				Howe schulde he rise? 
				 
				JACOBUS   Thomas, trewly he is on lyve 
				That tholede the Jewes his flessh to riffe; 
				He lete us fele his woundes fyve, 
				Oure Lorde verray. 
				 
				THOMAS   That trowe I nought, so motte I thryve, 
				Whatso ye saie. 
				 
				PETRUS   Thomas, we saugh his woundes wette, 
				Howe he was nayled thurgh hande and feete; 
				Hony and fisshe with us he eette, 
				That body free. 
				 
				THOMAS   I laye my liff it was some sperit 
				Ye wende wer hee. 
				 
				JOHANNES   Nay, Thomas, thou haste misgone, 
				Forwhy he bad us everilkon 
				To grope hym grathely, bloode and bone 
				And flessh to feele. 
				Such thyngis, Thomas, hase sperite none, 
				That wote ye wele. 
				 
				THOMAS   What, leve felawes, late be youre fare. 
				Till that I see his body bare 
				And sithen my fyngir putte in thare 
				Within his hyde 
				And fele the wounde the spere did schere 
				Right in his syde, 
				 
				Are schalle I trowe no tales betwene. 
				 
				JACOBUS   Thomas, that wounde have we seene. 
				 
				THOMAS   Ya, ye wotte nevere what ye mene, 
				Youre witte it wantis; 
				Ye muste thynke no syne me thus to tene 
				And tule with trantis. 
				 
				DEUS   Pees, brethir, be unto you, 
				And Thomas, tente to me takis thou: 
				Putte forthe thy fyngir to me nowe, 
				Myn handis thou see, 
				Howe I was nayled for mannys prowe 
				Uppon a tree. 
				 
				Beholde my woundis are bledand, 
				Here in my side putte in thi hande 
				And fele my woundis and undirstande 
				That this is I, 
				And be no more mistrowand 
				But trowe trewly. 
				 
				THOMAS   Mi Lorde, my God, full wele is me, 
				A, blode of price, blessid mote thou be. 
				Mankynd in erth, behold and see 
				This blessid blode. 
				Mercy nowe, Lorde, ax I thee, 
				With mayne and mode. 
				 
				DEUS   Thomas, for thou haste sene this sight 
				That I am resen as I thee hight, 
				Therfore thou trowes it, but ilka wight, 
				Blissed be thou evere, 
				That trowis haly in my rising right 
				And saw it nevere. 
				 
				My brethir, fonde nowe forthe in fere, 
				Overe all in ilke a contré clere; 
				My rising both ferre and nere 
				And preche it schall ye. 
				And my blissyng I giffe you here 
				And my menghe. 
				
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				(t-note) 
				 
				Since; death 
				malicious 
				place; dare [go]; (see note); (t-note) 
				 
				 
				strong 
				we (find) loathsome; live too long; (t-note) 
				(t-note) 
				slay 
				among 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				advise 
				where we dwell 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				believe 
				saw 
				Shining 
				know not 
				 
				 
				(i.e., gone); (t-note) 
				 
				(t-note) 
				 
				 
				certainly 
				illusion; (see note) 
				else trust 
				 
				 
				Dread 
				 
				Praise God (or: Bless you) 
				 
				 
				ghost; (see note) 
				harm 
				 
				 
				 
				power 
				frightened; (t-note) 
				 
				frightened us 
				 
				 
				hearts; (t-note) 
				 
				(t-note) 
				purchased 
				cross 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				directly touch 
				 
				put [to death] your misery; relieve 
				 
				 
				in that manner 
				Touch; everyone; (t-note) 
				 
				Examine (i.e., Touch) 
				 
				 
				 
				cause; to know; with certainty 
				examples many 
				(see note) 
				food 
				company 
				eat; (t-note) 
				 
				loving; always (forever) 
				 
				honeycomb 
				Roast fish 
				beg; (t-note) 
				 
				 
				 
				truth 
				despair; (see note) 
				believe 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				Still; hereafter 
				leftovers soon; (t-note) 
				here 
				 
				torn; wounded; (t-note) 
				experience 
				diminish 
				learn 
				 
				Relieve (Assist); (t-note) 
				 
				Be; believe 
				power 
				bind bound; (see note) 
				word 
				loosened absolved 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				Mourning; distraught 
				go 
				 
				courteous one 
				lost 
				 
				 
				 
				dolefully; put [to death] 
				 
				man 
				dark 
				 
				(t-note) 
				blows (lashes); dear one; (t-note) 
				 
				 
				blessed one; misery; defeat 
				end 
				 
				exhaust 
				 
				found 
				 
				brethren; go 
				 
				 
				(t-note) 
				 
				complaint 
				every nation 
				 
				Together 
				 
				 
				Know; doubt 
				 
				here walking 
				 
				 
				are confused 
				 
				conceal; (t-note) 
				 
				 
				trick; (t-note) 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				alive 
				suffered; tear (wound) 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				wager 
				mistook for him 
				 
				mistaken 
				asked 
				directly 
				 
				ghost 
				 
				 
				leave (cease); matter (argument) 
				(see note) 
				 
				skin 
				shear (cut) 
				 
				 
				Before 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				lacks 
				sin; be roused; (t-note) 
				assail; deceptions 
				 
				 
				attention 
				 
				 
				benefit 
				 
				 
				bleeding; (see note) 
				 
				 
				 
				unbelieving; (t-note) 
				believe 
				 
				(see note) 
				[high] value 
				(t-note) 
				 
				ask 
				(i.e., supernatural power) 
				 
				 
				 
				(t-note) 
				(t-note) 
				believes wholly 
				 
				 
				go forth; company; (see note) 
				every country 
				far 
				 
				 
				people (household) 
				
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