I cried: " Maudeleyn, help now!
My son hath loved full well thee;
Pray Him that I may die,
That I not forgotten be!
Seest thou, Maudeleyn, now
My Son is hanged on a tree,
Yet alive am I and thou, —
And thou, thou prayest not for me! " M AUDELEYN

said: " I know no red,
Care hath smitten my heart sore.
I stand, I see my Lord nigh dead;
And thy weeping grieveth me more.
Come with me; I will thee lead
Into the Temple here before
For thou hast now i-wept full yore. " M ARY :
" I ask thee, Maudeleyn, where is that place, —
In plain or valley or in hill?
Where I may hide in any case
That no sorrow come me till.
For He that all my joy was,
Now death with Him will do its will;
For me no better solace is
Than just to weep, to weep my fill. "
The Maudeleyn comforted me tho,
To lead me hence, she said, was best:
But care had smitten my heart so
That I might never have no rest.
" Sister, wherever that I go
The woe of Him is in my breast,
While my Sone hangeth so
His pains are in mine own heart fast.
Should I let Him hangen here
Let my Son alone then be?
Maudeleyn, think, unkind I were
If He should hang and I should flee. "

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I bade them go where was their will,
This Maudeleyn and everyone,
And by myself remain I will
For I will flee for no man.