The Towneley plays

Thomas of India

Maria Magdalene
Hayll brethere! and god be here!
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I bryng to amende youre chere,
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Trist ye it and knawe;
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he is rysen, the soth to say,
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I met hym goyng bi the way,
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he bad me tell it you.
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Peter
Do way, woman, thou carpys wast!
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It is som spirite, or els som gast;
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Othere was it noght; Page  338
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we may trow on nokyns wyse
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That ded man may to lyfe ryse;
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This then is oure thoght.
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Paul
It may be sothe for mans mede,
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The Iues maide hym grymly blede
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Thrugh feet, handys, and syde;
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With nayles on rode thay dyd hym hang,
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wherfor, woman, thou says wrang,
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As myght I blys abide.
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Maria Magdalene
Do way youre threpyng! ar ye wode?
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I sagh hym that dyed on roode,
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And with hym spake with mowth;
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Therfor you both, red I,
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putt away your heresy,
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Tryst it stedfast and cowth.
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Peter
Do way, woman! let be thi fare,
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ffor shame and also syn!
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If we make neuer sich care
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his lyfe may we not wyn.
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Paul
And it is wretyn in oure law
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`Ther is no trust in womans saw,
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No trust faith to belefe;
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ffor with thare quayntyse and thare gyle
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Can thay laghe and wepe som while,
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And yit nothyng theym grefe.'
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In oure bookes thus fynde we wretyn,
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All manere of men well it wyttyn,
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Of women on this wyse;
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Till an appyll she is lyke-
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Withoutten faill ther is none slyke-
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In horde ther it lyse,
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Bot if a man assay it wittely,
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It is full roten inwardly
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At the colke within; Page  339
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Wherfor in woman is no laghe,
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ffor she is withoutten aghe,
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As crist me lowse of syn.
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Thefor trast we not trystely,
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Bot if we sagh it witterly
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Then wold we trastly trow;
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In womans saw affy we noght,
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ffor thay ar fekill in word and thoght,
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This make I myne avowe.
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Maria Magdalene
As be I lowsid of my care,
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It is as trew as ye stand thare,
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By hym that is my brothere.
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Peter
I dar lay my heede to wed,
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Or that we go vntill oure bed
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That we shall here anothere.
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Paul
If it be sothe that we here say,
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Or this be the thrid day
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The sothe then mon we se.
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Maria Magdalene
Bot it be sothe to trow,
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As ye mon here, els pray I you
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ffor fals that ye hold me.
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Peter
Waloway! my lefe deres / there I stand in this sted,
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sich sorow my hart sheres / for rewth I can no red,;
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sen that mawdleyn witnes beres / that ihesus rose from ded,
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Myn ees has letten salt teres / on erthe to se ym trede.
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Bot alas! that euer I woke / that carefull catyf nyght,
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When I for care and cold, qwoke / by a fyre burnyng full bright,
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When I my lord ihesu forsoke / for drede of womans myght;
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A rightwys dome I will me loke / that I tyne not that semely sight, Page  340
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Bot euer alas! what was I wode! / myght noman be abarstir;
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I saide if he nede be-stode / to hym shuld none be trastir;
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I saide I knew not that good / creature my master.
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Alas! that we fro the fled / that we ne had with the gane;
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When thou with Iues was sted / with the was dwelland nane,
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Bot forsoke the that vs fed / for we wold not be tayn;
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we were as prysoners sore adred / with Iues forto be slayn.
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Paul
Now, ihesu, for thi lyfe swete / who hath thus mastryd the?
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That in the breede that we eytt / thi self gyffen wold be;
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And sythen thrugh handys and feytt / be nalyd on a tre;
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Grauntt vs grace that we may yit / thi light in manhede se.
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Tercius Apostolus
This is the day that god maide / all be we glad and blythe,
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The holy gost before vs glad / full softly on his sithe;
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Red clothyng apon he had / and blys to vs can kith;
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softly on the erthe he trade / ffulle myldly [he did] lythe.
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Quartus Apostolus
This dede thrugh god is done / thus in all oure sighte.
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Mighty god, true kyng in trone / Whose son in marye light,
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send vs, lord, thi blissid bone / As thou art god of myght,
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Sothly to se hym sone / and haue of hym a sight.
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Quintus Apostolus
Who so commys in goddis name / ay blissid mot he be!
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Mightfull god shelde vs fro shame / In thi moder name marie;
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Thise wykid Iues will vs blame / Thou grauntt vs for to se
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The self body and the same / the which that died on tre.
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Jesus
peasse emangys you euer ichon! / it is I, drede you noght,
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That was wonte with you to gone / and dere with ded you boght.
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Grope and fele flesh and bone / and fourme of man well wroght;
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Sich thyng has goost none / loke wheder ye knawe me oght.
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My rysyng fro dede to lyfe / shall no man agane moytt;
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Behold my woundes fyfe / thrugh handys, syde, and foytt;
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To ded can luf me dryfe / and styrryd my hart roytt.
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Of syn who will hym shryfe / thyes woundys shalbe his boytt.
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ffor oon so swete a thyng / my self so lefe had wroght,
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Man sawll, my dere derlyng / to batell was I broght;
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ffor it thay can me dyng / to bryng out of my thoght,
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On roode can thay me hyng / yit luf forgate I noght.
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luf makys me, as ye may se / strenkyllid, with blood so red;
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luf gars me haue hart so fre / it opyns euery sted;
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luf so fre so dampnyd me / it drofe me to the ded;
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luf rasid, me thrug his pauste / it is swetter then med.
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wytterly, man, to the I cry / thou yeme my fader fere,
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Thyn awne sawll kepe cleynly / whyls thou art wardan here;
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slo it not with thi body / synnyng in synnes sere,
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On me and it thou haue mercy / for I haue boght it dere. Page  342
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Mi dere freyndys, now may ye se / for soth that [it] is I
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That dyed apon the roode tre / and sythen rose bodely;
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That it all-gatys sothfast be / ye shall se hastely;
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Of youre mett gif ye me / sich as ye haue redy.
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Sextus Apostolus
lord, lo her a rostid fish / and a comb of hony
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laide full fare in a dish / and full honestly;
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here is none othere mett bot this / in all oure company,
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Bot well is vs that we haue this / to thi lykyng only.
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Jesus
Mi dere fader of heuen / that maide me borne to be
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Of a madyn withoutten steven / and sithen to die on tre,
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ffrom ded to lif at set stevyn / rasid me thrugh thi paustee,
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with the wordys that I shall neven / this mette thou blis thrugh me.
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In the fader name and the son / and the holy gast,
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Thre persons to knaw and com / in oone godhede stedfast;
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I gif this mett my benyson / thrugh wordys of myghtys mast;
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Now will I ette, as I was won / my manhede eft to tast
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My dere freyndys lay hand till / eyttys for charite;
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I ette at my fader will / at my will ette now ye.
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That I ette is to fulfill / that writen is of me
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In moyses law, for it is skyll / ffulfillyd that it be.
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Myn ye noght that I you told, / in certan tyme and sted,,
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When I gaf myself to wold, / to you in fourme of bred,,
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That my body shuld be sold, / my bloode be spylt so red;
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This [co]rs gravyn ded, and cold, / the thrid day ryse fro ded? Page  343
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youre hartes was fulfillyd with drede / whyls I haue fro you bene;
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The rysyng of my manhede / vnethes wold, ye weyn;
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Of trouth now may ye spede / thorow stedfast wordys and cleyn.
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leyf freyndys, trow now the dede / that ye with ees haue sene.
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ye haue forthynkyng and shame / for youre dysseferance,
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I forgif you the blame / in me now haue affyance;
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The folk that ar with syn lame / preche theym to repentance,
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fforgif syn in my name / enioyne theym to penance.
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The grace of the holy gost to wyn / resaue here at me;
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The which shall neuer blyn. / I gif you here pauste;
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whom in erth ye lowse of syn / in heuen lowsyd shall be,
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And whom in erthe ye bynd ther-in / In heuen bonden be he.
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Septimus Apostolus
Ihesu crist in trynyte / Ihesu to cry and call,
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That borne was of a madyn fre / thou saue vs synfull all!
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ffor vs hanged apon a tre / drank asell and gall,
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Thi seruandys saue fro vanyte / In wanhope that we not fall.
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Octavus Apostolus
Brethere, be we stabyll of thoght / wanhope put we away,
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Of mysbelefe that we be noght / for we may safly say
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he that mankynde on rood boght / fro dede rose the thryd day;
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we se the woundys in hym was wroght / all blody yit were thay.
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Novenus Apostolus
he told vs fyrst he shuld, be tayn / And for mans syn shuld dy,
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Be ded and beryd vnder a stayn / and after ryse vp bodely;
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Now is he quyk fro grafe gan / he cam and stode vs by,
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And lete vs se ilkan / the Woundys of his body.
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Decimus Apostolus
Deth that is so kene / ihesu ouer comen has,
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As he vs told, yit may we mene / from ded how he shuld, pas;
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Ihesu stode witnes betwene / that with hym dwelland, was,
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All his dyscyples has hym sene / safe oonly thomas.
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Thomas
If that I prowde as pacok go,/ my hart is full of care;
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If any sorow myght a man slo / my hart in sonder it share;
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Mi life wyrkys me all this wo / of blys I am full bare,
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yit wold I nawthere freynd ne fo / wyst how wo me ware.
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Ihesu, my lyfe so good / ther none myght better be,
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None wysere man then better food / nor none kyndere then he;
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The Iues haue nalyd his cors on rood / nalyd with nales thre,
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And, with a spere thay spylt his blood / great sorow it was to se.
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To se the stremes of blood ryn / well more then doyll it was,
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sich great payn for mans syn / sich doyllfull ded, he has;
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I haue lyfid withoutten wyn / sen he to ded can pas,
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ffor he was fare of cheke and chyn / for doyll of ded, alas! Page  345
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Myghty god for to dyscryfe / that neuer dyed,, ne shall,
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wo and wandreth from you dryfe / that ye not therin fall.
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Peter
he the saue with woundys fyfe / his son ihesu to call,
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That rose from deth to lyfe / and shewyd, hym till vs all.
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Thomas
whannow, peter! art thou mad,? / on lyfe who was hym lyke!
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ffor his deth I am not glad / for sorow my hart will breke,
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That with the Iues he was so stad / to ded they can hym wreke;
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Thou hym forsoke, so was thou rad, / when they to the can speke.
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Paul
let be, leyf brothere thomas / and turne thi thoght belyfe,
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ffor the thryd day ihesus rase / fleshly fro ded to lyfe;
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Till vs all he cam a pase / and shewyd his woundys fyfe,
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And lyfyng man, and etten hase / hony takyn of a hyfe.
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Thomas
Let be for shame! apartly / ffantom dyssauys the!
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ye sagh hym not bodely / his gost it myght well be,
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fforto glad youre hartes sory / in youre aduersyte;
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he luffyd vs well and faythfully / therfor sloes sorow me.
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Tercius Apostolus
Thou wote, thomas / and sothe it was, and oft has thou hard say,
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how a fysh swalod, ionas / thre dayes therin he lay;
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yit gaf god hym myght to pas / whyk man to wyn away;
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Myght not god sich myght has / rase his son apon the thryd day?
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Thomas
Man, if thou can vnderstand / cryst saide his self, mynnys me,
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That all lokyn was in his hande / all oone was god and he! Page  346
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The son wax marke, all men seand / when he died, on the tre,
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Therfor am I full sore dredand, / that who myght his boote be.
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Quartus Apostolus
the holy gost in marye light / and in hir madynhede
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Goddis son she held, and dight / and cled hym in manhede;
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ffor luf he wentt as he had hight / to fight withoutten drede;
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when he had termynd that fight / he skypt outt of his wede.
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Thomas
If he skypt outt of his clethyng / yit thou grauntys his cors was ded,;
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It was his cors that maide shewyng / vnto you in his sted;
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fforto trow in youre carpyng / my hart is hevy as led;
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his dede me bryngys in great mowrneyng / and I withoutten red.
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Quintus Apostolus
The gost went to hell a pase / whils the cors lay slayn,
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And broght the sawles from sathanas / for which he suffred, payn;
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The thryd day right he gase / right vnto the cors agayn,
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Mighty god and man he rase / and therfor ar we fayn.
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Thomas
All sam to me ye flyte / youre resons fast ye shawe,
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Bot tell me a skyll perfyte / any of you on raw;
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when cryst cam you to vysyte / as ye tell me with saw,
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A whyk man from spyryte / wherby couth ye hym knaw?
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Sextus Apostolus
Thomas, vnto the anone / herto answere I will;
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Man has both flesh and bone / hu, hyde, and hore thertill;
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sich thyng has goost none / thomas, lo, here thi skyll;
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Goddis son toke of mary flesh and bone / what nede were els thertill?
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Thomas
Thou has answered me ffull Wele / and, full skylfully,
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Bot my hart is harde as stele / to trow in sich mastry;
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Say, bad he any of you fele / the woundys of his body,
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fflesh or bone or ilka dele / to assay his body?
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Septimus Apostolus
yis, thomas, he bad vs se / and handill hym with hande,
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To loke wheder it were he / ihesu, man lyfand,
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That dyed apon a tre / flesh and bone we fand,
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his woundes had bene pyte / to towch that were bledand.
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Thomas
Waloway! ye can no good / youre resons ar defaced,
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ye ar as women rad for blood, / and lightly oft solaced;
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It was a goost before you stod / lyke hym in blood betraced,
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his cors that dyed on rood / for euer hath deth embraced.
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Octavus Apostolus
Certys, thomas, gretter care / myght no synfull wight haue
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Then she had, that wepyd so sare / the mawdleyn at his graue;
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ffor sorow and doyll hir awne hare / of hir hede she rent and rafe,
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Ihesu shewid hym till hir thare / hir sorow of syn to safe.
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Thomas
lo, sich foly with you is / wysemen that shuld be,
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That thus a womans witnes trowys / better than that ye se!
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In all youre skylles more and les / for mysfowndyng fayll ye;
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Might I se ihesu gost and flesh / gropyng shuld not gab me.
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Novenus Apostolus
lefe thomas, flyte no more / bot trow and turne thi red,
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Or els say vs when and whore / crist gabbyd in any sted;
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ffor he saide vs when thou was thore / when he hym gaf in bred,,
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That he shuld, salfe all oure sore / quyk rysand fro ded,.
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Thomas
he was full sothfast in his sawes / that dar I hertly say,
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And rightwys in all his lawes / whils that he lyfyd ay;
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Bot sen he shuld thole hard thrawes / on tre whils that he lay,
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Dede has determyd his dayes / his lyfe noght trow I may.
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Decimus Apostolus
Thyne hard hart thi saull will dwyrd / Thomas, bot if thou blyn;
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he has ded conquerd, / and weshen vs all fro syn.
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May nawder knyfe ne swerde / hym eft to ded wyn;
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Goddys myght in hym apperd, / that neuer more shall blyn.
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Thomas
That god I trow full Wele / goostly to you light,
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Bot bodely neuer a dele / ihesu that woundid wyght.
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My hart is harde as stele / to trow in sich a myght,
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Bot if I that wounde myght fele / that hym gaf longeus the knyght.
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Peter
That wounde haue we sene, thomas / and so has mo then we;
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With lucas and with cleophas / he welke a day Iurnee;
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Thare hartes that for hym sory was / with prophecy comforted he,
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To Emaus castell can thai pas / ther hostyld thai all thre.
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Ihesu, goddis son of heuen / at sopere satt betweyn;
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Ther bred he brake as euen / as it cutt had beyn.
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Thomas
Nothyng that ye may neuen / his rysyng gars me weyn,
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If ye me told, sich seuen / the more ye myght me teyn.
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Paul
Thomas, brothere, turne thi thoght / and trust that I say the;
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Ihesu so dere has boght / oure synnes apon a tree,
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which rysyng hath broght / adam and his meneyee.
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Thomas
lett be youre fayr! shew it noght/ that he efte quyk shuld be. Page  349
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Tercius Apostolus
That must thou nedelyngys trow / if thou thi saull will saue,
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ffor that we sa we dar avowe / ihesu rose quyk from graue.
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Thomas
I haue you saide, and yit dos now / thise wordes to wast ye haue;
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he shewid hym not to you / for mysfoundyng ye rafe.
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Quartus Apostolus
ffor we say that we haue sene / thou hold,ys vs wars then woode;
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Ihesu lyfyng stod vs betwene / oure lord that with vs yode.
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Thomas
I say ye wote neuer what ye mene / a goost before you stode;
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ye wenyd that it had bene / the cors that died on roode.
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Quintus Apostolus
The cors that dyed on tre / was berid in a stone,
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The thurgh beside fande we / and in that graue cors was none;
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his sudary ther myght we se / and he thens whik was gone.
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Thomas
Noght, bot stolne is he / with Iues that hym haue slone.
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Sextus Apostolus
Certys, thomas, thou sais not right / thay wold, hym not stele,
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ffor thay gart kepe hym day and nyght / with knyghtys that they held lele;
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he rose has we haue sene in sight / fro all the Iues fele.
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Thomas
I lefe not bot if I myght / myself with hym dele.
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Septimus Apostolus
He told vs tythyngys, thomas / yit mynnys me,
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That as Ionas thre dayes was / In a fysh in the see,
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so shuld he be, and bene has / in erth by dayes thre,
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pas fro ded, ryse, and rase / as he saide done has he.
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Thomas
Certys, that worde I harde hym say / and so harde ye hym all,
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Bot for nothyng trow I may / that it so shuld befall,
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That he shuld ryse the thrid day / that dranke asell and gall:
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sen he was god and ded lay / from ded, who myght hym call?
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Octavus Apostolus
The fader that hym sent / rasid hym that was ded,
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he comforth vs in mowrnyng lent / and counseld vs in red;
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he bad vs trow with good intent / his rysyng in euery sted;
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Thyne absens gars thi saull be shent / and makys the heuy as led.
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Thomas
Thou says soth, harde and heuy / am I to traw that ye me say;
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Mi hardnes I trow skilfully / for he told vs thus ay,
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That his fader was euer hym by / for all bot oon were thay;
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That he rose bodely / for nothyng trow I may.
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Novenus Apostolus
May thou not trow withoutten mo / for sothe, that it was he?
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Thomas wherto shuld we say so? / then wenys thou fals we be.
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Thomas
I wote youre hartes was full wo / and fownd with vanyte;
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If ye swere all and ye were mo / I trow it not or that I se.
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Decimus Apostolus
Thomas, of errowre thou blyn / and till vs turne thi mode;
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Trow his rysyng by dayes threyn / sen he died on the rode.
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Thomas
Noght bot I myght my fynger wyn / in sted as nayle stode,
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And his syde my hande put in / ther he shed his hart bloode.
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Jesus
Brethere all, be with you peasse! / leaffe stryfe that now is here!
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Thomas, of thyn errowre seasse / of sothe Witnes thou bere;
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putt thi hande in my syde, no fres / ther longeus put his spere;
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loke my rysyng be no les / let no wan-hope the dere.
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Thomas
Mercy, ihesu, rew on me / my hande is blody of thi blode!
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Mercy ihesu, for I se / thi myght that I not vnderstode!
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Mercy, ihesu, I pray the / that for all synfull died on roode!
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Mercy, ihesu, of mercy fre / for thi goodnes that is so goode!
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kest away my staf will I / and with no wepyn gang;
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Mercy will I call and cry / ihesu that on roode hang;
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Rew on me, kyng of mercy / let me not cry thus lang!
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Mercy, for the velany / thou tholyd on Iues with wrang.
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Mi hat will I kest away / my mantill sone onone,
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vnto the poore help it may / for richere knawe I none.
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Mercy will I abyde, and pray / to the ihesu, alone;
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My synfull dede I rew ay / to the make I my mone.
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Mercy, ihesu, lorde swete / for thi fyfe woundys so sare,
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Thou suffred thrugh handys and feete / thi semely side a spere it share;
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Mercy, ihesu, lord, yit / for thi moder that the bare!
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Mercy, for the teres thou grett / when thou rasid lazare!
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Mi gyrdill gay and purs of sylk / and cote away thou shall;
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whils I am werere of swylke / the longere mercy may I call.
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Ihesu, that soke the madyns mylk / ware noght bot clothes of pall,
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Mercy, ihesu, honoure of man / mercy, ihesu, mans socoure!
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Mercy, ihesu, rew thi leman / mans saull, thou boght full soure!
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Mercy, ihesu, that may and can / forgif syn and be socoure!
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Mercy, ihesu, as thou vs wan / forgif and gif thi man honoure.
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Jesus
None myght bryng the in that wytt / for oght that thay myght say,
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To trow that I myght flytt / fro ded to lyfe to wyn away;
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My saull and my cors haue knytt / a knott that last shall ay;
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Thus shall I rase, well thou wytt / ilk man on domesday.
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Who so hath not trowid right / to hell I shall theym lede,
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Ther euer more is dark as nyght / and greatt paynes to drede;
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Those that trow in my myght / and luf well almus dede,
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Thai shall shyne as son bright / and heuen haue to thare mede.
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That blys, thomas, I the hete / that is in heuen cytee,
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ffor I se the sore grete / of the I haue pytee;
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Thomas, for thi teres wete / thi syn forgiffen be,
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Thus shall synfull thare synnes bete / that sore haue grefyd me.
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Thomas, for thou felys me / and my woundes bare,
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Mi risyng is trowed in the / and so was it not are;
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All that it trowes and not se / and dos after my lare,
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Euer blissid mot thay be / and heuen be theym yare!
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