_Thomas._ O James, it is no use for thee; A man who is dead certainly Does not live again.

Foolish idleness, not to leave it, But to go to a.s.sert A thing of no benefit.

_John._ O Thomas, thou art a fool; That is the belief of all: Jesus Christ after dying, To be put into the ground; After that to rise again At the end of three days, and to stand up.

_Thomas._ O John, be not absurd, For my wonder,--it is great, That thou shouldst speak folly.

Christ through sufferings was Indeed put to death on the cross tree; My curse on him that did it!

_Bartholomew._ Thomas, believe me, though I am gray; Man could not have power To put him to death.

For us he would die, And go into the tomb, and rise, To carry all Christians to heaven.

_Thomas._ O Bartte, thou art mad And fond beyond all men Who are fools.

G.o.d, without dying, might have Caused all men to be saved, Over all the world.

_Matthew._ That is true, he could Destroy every thing again, That it be no more.

But nevertheless for us, Christ wished to go into the ground, And to live again.

_Thomas._ And thou art a fool, Matthew; If thou art wise thou wilt be silent, And withdraw.

He lives not, through all thy words, When I saw him, he was dead On the cross tree.

_Philip._ Alas! to be so foolish!

Crooked, wilt thou not believe The Head of sovereignty; And he saying to us That after dying he would rise Out of the tomb?

_Thomas._ Sit silent, wilt thou, Philip, For in faith thou swearest wrongly About him.

Christ's limbs were bruised, And on his body a thousand wounds; Alas! he is not risen.

_James the Greater._ O do not say so, That Jesus the best Lord Cannot rise, For very truly he is risen; To be his servant thou art not worthy, It appears well.

_Thomas._ O thou James, if he were alive His servant I would be Very joyfully.

But he is not alive, leave off thy noise; The thorn even into his brain, Went to his head.

_Simon._ Though the thorn went into his head, And through his heart and side The spear was seen, Nevertheless need is to believe Jesus Christ will rise again, As he is true G.o.d.

_Thomas._ O Simon, do not speak a word; Never, never, unhappily, He has not risen again.

But if it were so, Together we should all be Exceedingly at ease.

_Judah._ Sir Thomas, it is so, He has risen again to-day Out of the tomb.

For if he should not rise again, Never with us would there be Joy without end.

_Thomas._ O Judah, Judah, leave thy belief; His heart torn in pieces I saw.

Notwithstanding what any man may say, That same body will remain; It has not risen.

_Andrew._ Peace, Thomas, and say not a word; Very truly our dear Lord Is risen again.

Surely too much thou hast disbelieved, For Mary has spoken With him to-day.

_Thomas._ Thou art a fool, Andrew; The girl has told a lie, Do not think otherwise.

That he ever rose again I will not believe it.

As long as I am alive.

_Mary Magdalene._ I have not said an untrue word; For to me all his wounds He shewed.

And to that I will Bear witness at all times, That the tale is true.

[_Here let Thomas and Mary Magdalene go down._

_Thomas._ Notwithstanding vain words, I do not believe thee; thou failest To make me believe.

Though thou dost chatter so much, Any thing from thee regards me not, Though thou be busy.

_Mary Magdalene._ I tell thee the truth; The angel said to us, Surely at the tomb, That he was risen up, And was gone to the bright heaven, With many angels.

_Thomas._ Peace, chattering woman, say no more; I will not believe thee, _That_ is gone to heaven.

The body, which I saw dead,-- Great are my anxieties After it.

_Mary Magdalene._ Surely Mary, mother of James, And Mary Salome, Will witness to me; Like as I saw, So I tell the tale to thee; Do believe it.

_Thomas._ Never can it go into my heart, That the body dead before us Should rise again; When I think on his pa.s.sion, Grief takes me immediately For him, woe is me!

_Mary Magdalene._ There is to me wonder of thee, That thy heart is so hard, Thou believest it not.

If thou doest not believe it, Never shalt thou come to the joy Surely which is in heaven.

_Thomas._ Silence thou, now, for shame; With Jesus thou hast no secrets: Surely not! I believe Thou art a sinner, without a mistake; The greatest that was in the country By every body thou wast called.

_Mary Magdalene._ I have been a sinner; I have sinned wondrous much; On Jesus I cried, That he would forgive me my trespa.s.s; And he said to me, Thy sin is forgiven to thee, Through thy faith thou art saved: Now no more, do not sin.

Thomas, thou art very stupid, Because thou wilt not believe The Lord to have risen Easter-day morning.

Who believes not shall not be saved, Nor with G.o.d shall he dwell, And for that, I pray thee, Believe in time.

_Thomas._ Hold thy prate, nor be busy, For I will not believe thee; The body was seen by me Fastened on the cross with nails; With a sharp spear they pierced him, So that it pa.s.sed through the heart; To the earth the blood fell, And made him soon dead.

That body cannot live, Nor rise up again, Surely, thou woman.

There is not any man of this world Who shall make me now Believe otherwise.

_Mary Magdalene._ Thomas, thou art mad, And in madness lost; Evil it is with me now.

I advise thee believe, And if thou dost not, seriously, Thou shalt have sharp repentance.

_Thomas._ With you since there is no peace, From you I will go My ways in the country.

Are ye not now fools?

So G.o.d help me, I love not lies.

[_Then Jesus comes to the apostles, and says (in Galilee, the doors being closed, he kisses them_):

_Jesus._ The peace of G.o.d, O apostles!

I, Christ, to rise from the tomb, Believe well; For certainly as many as believe it, And are faithfully baptized, Shall be saved.

_Peter._ O dear Lord, happy is my lot To see thee risen again, Jesus, though I denied thee.

Abundant mercy, I pray, As the Jews are always Here laying snares for us.

Jesus, Lord of heaven and earth, And Saviour to us also, Pardon me my trespa.s.s, For great are my sorrows.

For sharp repentance falls on me For denying thee: now Mercy I pray at all times, Certainly, with full heart.

_Jesus._ Peter, pardon thou shalt get, For thy repentance is perfect, Through the Holy Ghost.