leave me.

[_Here she shall meet the other Maries._

_Mary Magdalene._ Women, joy to ye!
And Mary, _mother_ of James,
And Salome also.
Sorrow is in my heart, alas!
If the body of God himself is gone,
Where may it be found?

_Mary, Mother of James._ So it is with me,
Much and great torment for him;
If he will not, through his grace,
Help me in a short time,
My heart in me will break
Very really through troubles.

_Mary Salome._ So with me is sorrow
May the Lord see my state
After him.
As he is head of sovereignty,
I believe that out of the tomb
To-day he will rise.

_Mary Magdalene._ Oh! let us hasten at once,
For the stone is raised
From the tomb.
Lord, how will it be this night,
If I know not where goes
The head of royalty?

_Mary, Mother of James._ And too long we have stayed,
My Lord is gone his way
Out of the tomb, surely.
Alas! my heart is sick;
I know not indeed if I shall see him,
Who is very God.

_Mary Salome._ I know truly, and I believe it,
That he is risen up
In this day.
How will it be to us now,
That we find not our Lord?
Alas! woe! woe!

[_They sing._

[_The Dirge._]

_Alas! mourning I sing, mourning I call,
Our Lord is dead that bought us all._

_Mary Magdalene._ Alas! it is through sorrows,
My sweet Lord is dead
Who was crucified.

[_Mary Magdalene weeps at the tomb._

He bore, without complaining,
Much pain on his dear body,
For the people of the world
_Mary, Mother of James._ I cannot see the form
Of him on any side;
Alas! woe is me!
I would like to speak with him,
If it were his will,
Very seriously.

_Mary Salome._ There is to me sharp longing
In my heart always,
And sorrow;
Alas! my Lord Jesus,
For thou art full of virtue,
All mighty.

[_The Dirge._]

_Alas! mourning I sing, mourning I call,
Our Lord is dead that bought us all._

_Mary Magdalene._ Jesus Christ, Lord of Heaven,
O hear now our voice;
Who believes not in thee, miserable he!
He will not be saved.
When I think of his Passion,
There is not any joy in my heart;
Alas! that I cannot at once
Speak to thee.

_Mary, Mother of James._ Gone he is to another land,
And with him many angels;
Alas! now for grief
I am sorrowful.
I pray thee, Lord of grace,
To send a messenger to us,
That something we may be knowing
How it is to thee.

_Mary Salome._ O Jesus, full of mercy,
Do think of us;
To thy kingdom when we come,
Hea