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				MARIA   Allas, in this worlde was nevere no wight 
				Walkand with so mekill woo. 
				Thou dredfull Dede, drawen hythir and dight 
				And marre me as thou haste done moo. 
				In lame is it loken, all my light, 
				Forthy on grounde onglad I goo. 
				Jesus of Nazareth he hight, 
				The false Jewes slewe hym me froo. 
				 
				Mi witte is waste nowe in wede; 
				I walowe, I walke, nowe woo is me, 
				For laide nowe is that lufsome in lede: 
				The Jewes hym nayled untill a tree. 
				My doulfull herte is evere in drede, 
				To grounde nowe gone is all my glee; 
				I sporne ther I was wonte to spede. 
				Nowe helpe me, God, in persones three. 
				 
				Thou lufsome lede in ilke a lande, 
				As thou schope both day and nyght, 
				Sonne and mone both bright schynand, 
				Thou graunte me grace to have a sight 
				Of my Lorde, or ellis his sande. 
				 
				JESUS   Thou wilfull woman in this waye, 
				Why wepis thou soo als thou wolde wede, 
				Als thou on felde woulde falle doune faie? 
				Do way, and do no more that dede. 
				Whome sekist thou this longe daye? 
				Say me the sothe, als Criste thee rede. 
				 
				MARIA   Mi Lorde Jesu and God verray 
				That suffered for synnes his sides bleede. 
				 
				JESUS   I schall thee saie, will thou me here, 
				The soth of hym that thou hast sought. 
				Withowten drede, thou faithfull fere, 
				He is full nere that mankynde bought. 
				 
				MARIA   Sir, I wolde loke both ferre and nere 
				To fynde my Lorde, I se hym noght. 
				 
				JESUS   Womane, wepe noght, but mend thy chere; 
				I wotte wele whedir that he was brought. 
				 
				MARIA   Swete sir, yf thou hym bare awaye, 
				Saie me the sothe and thedir me leede 
				Where thou hym didde; withouten delay 
				I schall hym seke agayne goode speede. 
				 
				Therfore, goode gardener, saie thou me, 
				I praye thee for the prophetis sake 
				Of thez tythyngis that I aske thee. 
				For it wolde do my sorowe to slake 
				Wher Goddis body founden myght be 
				That Joseph of the crosse gonne take. 
				Might I hym fange unto my fee, 
				Of all my woo he wolde me wrake. 
				 
				JESUS   What wolde thou doo with that body bare 
				That beried was with balefull chere? 
				Thou may noght salve hym of his sare, 
				His peynes were so sadde and seere. 
				But he schall cover mankynde of care, 
				That clowded was he schall make clere, 
				And the folke wele for to fare 
				That fyled were all in feere. 
				 
				MARIA   A, myght I evere with that man mete 
				The whiche that is so mekill of myght, 
				Drye schulde I wype that nowe is wete: 
				I am but sorowe of worldly sight. 
				 
				JESUS   Marie, of mournyng amende thy moode 
				And beholde my woundes wyde. 
				Thus for mannys synnes I schedde my bloode 
				And all this bittir bale gonne bide. 
				Thus was I rased on the roode 
				With spere and nayles that were unride. 
				Trowe it wele, it turnes to goode 
				Whanne men in erthe ther flessh schall hyde. 
				 
				MARIA   A, Rabony, I have thee sought, 
				Mi maistir dere, full faste this day. 
				 
				JESUS   Goo awaye, Marie, and touche me noght, 
				But take goode kepe what I schall saie. 
				I ame hee that all thyng wroght 
				That thou callis thi Lorde and God verraye. 
				With bittir dede I mankynde boght, 
				And I am resen as thou se may. 
				 
				And therfore, Marie, speke nowe with me 
				And latte thou nowe be thy grette. 
				 
				MARIA   Mi Lorde Jesu, I knowe nowe thee; 
				Thi woundes thai are nowe wette. 
				 
				JESUS   Negh me noght, my love, latte be, 
				Marie, my doughtir swete; 
				To my Fadir in Trinité 
				Forthe I stigh noght yette. 
				 
				MARIA   A, mercy, comely conquerour, 
				Thurgh thi myght thou haste overcome dede. 
				Mercy, Jesu, man and Saveour: 
				Thi love is swetter thanne the mede. 
				Mercy, myghty confortour, 
				For are I was full wille of rede. 
				Welcome, Lorde, all myn honnoure, 
				Mi joie, my luffe, in ilke a stede. 
				 
				JESUS   Marie, in thyne harte thou write 
				Myne armoure riche and goode: 
				Myne actone covered all with white 
				Als cors of man behewede 
				With stuffe goode and parfite 
				Of maydenes flessh and bloode; 
				Whan thei ganne thirle and smyte 
				Mi heede for hawberke stoode. 
				 
				Mi plates wer spredde all on brede 
				That was my body uppon a tree; 
				Myne helme covered all with manhede, 
				The strengh therof may no man see; 
				The croune of thorne that garte me blede, 
				Itt bemenes my dignité. 
				Mi diademe sais, withouten drede, 
				That dede schall I nevere be. 
				 
				MARIA   A, blessid body that bale wolde beete, 
				Dere haste thou bought mankynne. 
				Thy woundes hath made thi body wete 
				With bloode that was thee withinne. 
				Nayled thou was thurgh hande and feete, 
				And all was for oure synne. 
				Full grissely muste we caitiffis grete, 
				Of bale howe schulde I blynne? 
				 
				To se this ferly foode 
				Thus ruffully dight, 
				Rugged and rente on a roode, 
				This is a rewfull sight, 
				And all is for oure goode 
				And nothyng for his plight. 
				Spilte thus is his bloode 
				For ilke a synfull wight. 
				 
				JESUS   To my God and my Fadir dere, 
				To hym als swithe I schall assende, 
				For I schall nowe noght longe dwelle here; 
				I have done als my Fadir me kende, 
				And therfore loke that ilke man lere 
				Howe that in erthe ther liffe may mende. 
				All that me loves I schall drawe nere 
				Mi Fadirs blisse that nevere schall ende. 
				 
				MARIA   Alle for joie me likes to synge, 
				Myne herte is gladder thanne the glee, 
				And all for joie of thy risyng 
				That suffered dede upponne a tree. 
				Of luffe nowe is thou crouned kyng, 
				Is none so trewe levand more free. 
				Thy love passis all erthely thyng. 
				Lorde, blissed motte thou evere bee. 
				 
				JESUS   To Galilé schall thou wende, 
				Marie, my doghtir dere, 
				Unto my brethir hende; 
				Ther thei are all in fere. 
				Telle thame ilke worde to ende 
				That thou spake with me here. 
				My blissing on thee lende, 
				And all that we leffe here. 
				
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				person; (see note) 
				Walking; great woe 
				Death 
				put an end to; to others 
				earth; locked (shut up) 
				unhappy 
				is named 
				 
				 
				decayed; madness 
				 
				loved one; lead (i.e., coffin) 
				cross 
				 
				 
				stumble where 
				 
				 
				person 
				shaped (created) 
				sun; moon; shining 
				 
				also; messenger 
				 
				 
				[go] mad 
				As if; dead 
				deed 
				 
				direct 
				 
				very (true) 
				 
				 
				hear 
				 
				companion 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				whither 
				 
				 
				Tell; thither lead me 
				did [put him] 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				assuage 
				 
				did 
				take; keeping 
				free 
				 
				 
				 
				suffering 
				many 
				deliver; from cares 
				 
				 
				defiled; altogether 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				full of grief 
				 
				(see note) 
				 
				 
				suffering did endure 
				 
				monstrous; (t-note) 
				(see note) 
				be concealed 
				 
				Rabbi (teacher); (see note) 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				 
				 
				 
				death; purchased 
				risen 
				 
				 
				stop; weeping 
				 
				 
				fresh; (see note) 
				 
				Touch; (see note) 
				 
				 
				go up; (t-note) 
				 
				 
				death 
				 
				sweeter; mead (honey drink) 
				 
				ere; (i.e., at a loss) 
				 
				 
				 
				(see note) 
				 
				jerkin 
				body (i.e., skin); colored 
				perfect 
				 
				did pierce 
				military tunic, esp. neck armor 
				 
				plates [of armor]; outspread 
				 
				hidden; manhood 
				 
				made; bleed 
				signifies 
				reveals 
				dead 
				 
				misery; relieve 
				Dearly 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				sorrowfully; wretches weep 
				stop 
				 
				wondrous man 
				pitifully 
				Pulled violently 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				every; person 
				 
				 
				swiftly (soon) 
				 
				directed 
				learn 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				(i.e., overjoyed) 
				 
				 
				love 
				living 
				 
				must 
				 
				(see note) 
				 
				brethren courteous 
				all together 
				(i.e., tell them everything) 
				 
				 
				leave 
				
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