Ever I cried full piteously:
" Lordings, what have ye i-brought?
It is my Son I love so much:
For God's sake bury Him nought. "
They would not stop though that I swooned,
Till that He in the grave were brought.
Rich clothes they around him wound:
And ever mercy I them besought.

*****

They said there was no better way
But take and bury him full snel.
Then looked I on my cousin John
For sorrow both a-down we fell —

*****

By Him we fell that was My Child.
His sweet mouth well full oft I kissed.
John saw I was in point to spill,
That nigh mine heart did come to break.
He held his sorrow in his heart still
And mildly then to me did speak:
" Mary, if it be thy will
Go we hence; the Maudeleyn eke. "
He led me to a chamber then
Where my Son was used to be, —
John and the Maudeleyn also;
For nothing would they from me flee.
I looked about me everywhere:
I could nowhere my Sone see.
We sat us down in sorrow and woe
And 'gan to weep all three.