_Mary, Mother of James._ Now he is risen again indeed, Jesus our Saviour, Gone from the tomb.

Worship to him always; He is Lord of heaven and earth, Head of sovereignty.

_Mary Salome._ Hence go we to the city, And let us say in every place As we have seen: That Jesus is risen, And from the tomb forth gone, To heaven really.

_Mary Magdalene._ Never to the city shall I go, If I do find not my Lord, Who was on the cross tree.

O Jesus, King of grace, Joy to me once to see thee, Amen, amen.

_Mary, Mother of James._ Mary, be with thee All the blessings of women, And the blessing of Jesus Son of grace; Of full heart I pray him, Joy and grace always good to do To us now, from G.o.d the Father.

_Mary Magdalene._ My blessing on ye also, From Christ, as he is gone to the tomb, Joy to ye to do well to-day.

Lord, give me the grace Once to see thy face, If it be thy will with thee.

_Mary Salome._ Amen, amen, let us seek Christ, who redeemed us in pain, With his flesh and with his blood; Much pain he suffered, For love of the people of the world, As he is the King of power.

[_Here Mary, the mother of James, and Salome retire from the tomb, and sit down a little way from it._

_Mary Magdalene._ He who made heaven, as he is gone to the tomb, After him great is my desire.

Christ, hear my voice, I pray also That thou be with me at my end.

Lord Jesus, give me the grace, As I may be worthy to find a meeting, With thee to-day, in some sure place, That I may have a view and sight of thy face.

As thou art Creator of heaven and earth, And a Redeemer to us always, Christ my Saviour, hear, if it regards thee Disclose to me, what I so much desire.

Through great longing I am quite weary, And my body also, bones and back.

Where is there to-night any man who knows Where I may yet find Christ full of sorrow.

[_She goes to the garden._

[_Enter the Gardener._

_Gardener_ (_Jesus_). O woeful woman, where goest thou?

For grief thou prayest, cry out thou dost.

Weep not nor shriek, he whom thou seekest Thou didst dry his feet with thy two plaits.

_Mary Magdalene._ Good lord, if thou hast chanced to see Christ my Saviour, where is he truly?

To see him I give thee my land; Jesus, Son of grace, hear my desire.

_Gardener._ O Mary, as I know thee to be Within this world, one of his blood, If thou shouldst see him before thee, Couldst thou know him?

_Mary Magdalene._ Well I do, know the form Of the son of Mary, named Jesus; Since I see him not in any place, I feel sorrow; else I would not sing "alas!"

[_And then Jesus shall shew his side to Mary Magdalene, and say:_

_Gardener._ Mary, see my five wounds, Believe me truly to be risen; To thee I give thanks for thy desire, Joy in the land there shall be truly.

_Mary Magdalene._ O dear Lord, who wast on the cross tree, To me it becomes not to kiss thy head.

I would pray thee let me dare Now to kiss once thy feet.

[_Woman, touch me not!_]

_Gardener._ O woeful woman, touch me not near, No, it will not serve, nor be for gain; The time is not come; Until I go to heaven to my Father, And I will return again to my country,-- To speak with thee.

_Mary Magdalene._ Christ, hear my voice, say the hour That thou comest from heaven again to earth To speak with us.

Thy disciples are very sad, And the Jews with violence always Are round about them.

_Gardener._ O Mary, tell them, Truly I go to Galilee, As I said; And besides that, bear in memory to speak Good comfort to Peter by me; Much he is loved.

THE CORNISH MYSTERY-PLAY OF MARY MAGDALENE

AND HOW SHE BROUGHT THE NEWS OF THE RESURRECTION OF OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST TO THE APOSTLES

CHARACTERS

Jesus Mary Magdalene Thomas Peter Andrew John James the Greater James the Less Matthew Philip Simon Judah

THE MYSTERY OF MARY MAGDALENE AND THE APOSTLES

[_Now Mary comes to the apostles, and says to them in Galilee:_

_Mary Magdalene._ Now, O apostles, I will tell you news: Jesus is risen from the tomb; I saw him lately, I spoke to him also, I looked on his wounds, Pitiful it was to see them; To the world they bring healing.

_Thomas._ Silence, woman, with thy tales, And speak truth, as I pray thee; Christ who was cruelly slain, To be alive I will not believe; Waste no more words, For lies I do not love; Our Lord is dead; Alas! I tell the truth.

_Mary Magdalene._ I speak true, Thomas, And I, though poor, will prove it.

Lately I saw him,-- The Lord (none equal to him), And by me he sent, I swear to ye, as ye may know, Like as he promised; He named to me none but Peter.

_Thomas._ Silence, and speak not, woman!

I pray thee, mockery with us Now do not make; Stout though Castle Maudlen be, If thou mock, I will break thy head About thee from above.

_Mary Magdalene._ I will not be silent from fear I will prove it true what I say Before _we_ separate.

Like as he is King of heaven, He is with G.o.d the Father, On his right side.

_Peter._ Ah! Jesus Christ, happy am I To hear that he is risen Out of the tomb; For I know very well That he is son to Mary, And G.o.d likewise.

_Thomas._ Peter, peace, and leave thy mockery, For idle it is to say That he is risen.

Never can, for the world, Any man be raised After dying.

_James the Greater._ Thomas, very well it may be; The Son of G.o.d will rise When he will; For Jesus, Son of Mary, He made heaven, and this world, And every thing that was not.