#  Wounds in the Corpus Christi Cycles 

 



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“Incredulity of Thomas,” in *York Plays*, ed. Lucy Toulmin Smith (New York: Russell & Russell, 1963):

 *God*. Pees, brethir, be vnto you;  
And Thomas, tente to me takis thou,  
Putte forthe thy fyngir to me nowe.  
Myn handis thou see,  
Howe I was nayled for mannys prowe  
Vppon a tree.  
Beholde my woundis are bledand;  
Here in my side putte in thi hande,  
And fele my woundis and vndirstande  
Þat this is I,  
And be no more mistrowand,  
But trowe trewly. (170-81?)

“Thomas of India,” in *The Towneley Plays*, ed. Martin Stevens and A. C. Cawley (Oxford: Published for the Early English Text Society by the Oxford University Press, 1994):

 \[*Jesus*\] Behold my woundes fyfe / thrugh handys, syde, and foytt. (101)

 \[*Thomas*\] My hart is harde as stele / to trow in sich a myght,  
Bot if I that wounde myght fele / that hym gaf longeus the knyght. (260-61)

“Christ's Appearance to Cleophas and Luke on the Way to Emmaus, and Thomas' Doubt,” in *The N-Town Play*, ed. Stephen Spector (Oxford: Published for the Early English Text Society by the Oxford University Press, 1991):

 *Thomas*. I may nevyr beleve these woundyr merveles  
Tyl þat I haue syght of euery grett wounde,  
And put in my fyngyr in place of þe nayles. (321-23)

 *Christus*. Beholde wele, Thomas, my woundys so wyde. (337)

 \[*Thomas*\] The prechynge of Petir myght not conuerte me  
Tyll I felyd þe wounde þat þe spere dyde cleve. (377-78)

“The Last Judgment,” in *The Towneley Plays*, ed. Martin Stevens and A. C. Cawley (Oxford: Published for the Early English Text Society by the Oxford University Press, 1994):

*Tunc expandit manus suas et ostendit eis vulnera sua* \[Then he spreads his hands and shows them his wounds\].  
 \[*Jhesus*.\] Here may ye se my Woundys wide  
that I suffred for youre mysdede,  
Thrugh harte, hede, fote, hande and syde,  
not for my gilte bot for youre nede.  
Behald, both bak, body, and syde,  
how dere I boght youre broder-hede,  
Thise bitter paynes I wold, abide,  
to by you blys thus wold, I blede. (401sd-409)