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The second part,
To the same tune.
HIs face did shine like flaming fire,
his cloathes were white as snow,
Which put the watchmen in great feare,
who ran away for woe:
And told unto the high Priest plaine,
what I do now rehearse:
Who hired them for money straight,
that they should hold their peace.
And say, quoth they, his servants came,
which he sometimes did kéepe:
And secretly stole him away,
while we were sound asléepe.
And if that Herod heare thereof,
we will perswade him so:
That you shall have no hurt at all,
where-ever you do goe.
But faithfull Mary Magdalen,
and Iames his Mother too,
Had brought great store of oyntmēt swéet,
as Iewes were wont to doe:
Who rose up early in the morne,
before that it was day:
The body of the Lord to noynt,
in grave whereas he lay.
And when unto the grave they ranne,
they were in wondrous feare:
They saw a young man in the same,
but Christ they saw not there:
Then said the Angell unto them,
why are you so afraid?
The Lord whom you do séek, I know,
is risen up, he said.
Then went the Women both away,
who told these tidings than:
To Iohn and Peter, who in haste,
to the Sepulchre ran,
Who found if as the Women said,
and then away did goe:
But Mary stayed wéeping still,
whose teares declar'd her woe.
Who looking down into the grave,
two Angells there did sée,
Quoth they, why wéepes this woman so:
even for my Lord, quoth she.
And turning then her selfe aside,
as she stood wéeping so,
The Lord was standing at her back,
but him she did not know.
Why doth this woman wéepe, he said,
whom séekes she in this place?
She thought he had a gardner béen,
and thus she shewes her case:
If thou hast born him hence, she said,
then tell me where he is,
And for to fetch him back againe,
be sure I will not misse.
What, Mary, then our Saviour said,
dost thou lament for me?
O Master, livest thou againe?
my soule doth joy in thée:
O Mary, touch me not, he said,
ere I have béen above:
Even with my God, the onely God,
and Father whom we love.
And oftentimes did Christ appeare,
to his disciples all:
But Thomas would not yet beléeve,
his faith it was so small:
Except that he might thrust his hand
into the wound so wide,
And put his finger where the Speare
did pierce his tender side.
Then Christ which knew all secret thoughts,
to them againe came he;
Who said to Thomas here I am,
as plainly thou maist sée.
Sée here the hands which nailes did pierce,
and féel thou here my side:
And be not faithlesse, O thou man,
for whom these paines I bide.
Thus sundry times Christ shewd himself,
when he did rise againe:
And then ascended he to Heaven,
in glory for to raigne:
Where he prepares a place for those,
whom he shall raise likewise,
To live with him in heavenly blisse,
above the lofty skies.