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pilatus.
Peasse I byd euereich Wight!
Stand as styll as stone in Wall,
Whyls ye ar present in my sight,
That none of you clatter ne call;
ffor if ye do, youre dede is dight,
I warne it you both greatt and small,
With this brand burnyshyd so bright,
Therfor in peasse loke ye be all.
Stand as styll as stone in Wall,
Whyls ye ar present in my sight,
That none of you clatter ne call;
ffor if ye do, youre dede is dight,
I warne it you both greatt and small,
With this brand burnyshyd so bright,
Therfor in peasse loke ye be all.
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What! peasse in the dwillys name!
harlottys and dustardys all bedene!
On galus ye be maide full tame,
Thefys and mychers keyn!
will ye not peasse when I bid you?
by mahownys bloode, if ye me teyn,
I shall ordan sone for you,
paynes that neuer ere was seyn,
And that anone!
Be ye so bold beggars, I warn you,
ffull boldly shall I bett you,
To hell the dwill shall draw you,
Body, bak and bone.
harlottys and dustardys all bedene!
On galus ye be maide full tame,
Thefys and mychers keyn!
will ye not peasse when I bid you?
by mahownys bloode, if ye me teyn,
I shall ordan sone for you,
paynes that neuer ere was seyn,
And that anone!
Be ye so bold beggars, I warn you,
ffull boldly shall I bett you,
To hell the dwill shall draw you,
Body, bak and bone.
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I am a lord that mekill is of myght,
prynce of all Iury, sir pilate I hight,
Next kyng herode grettyst of all;
Bowys to my byddyng both greatt and small,
Or els be ye shentt;
Therfor stere youre tonges, I warn you all,
And vnto vs take tent.
prynce of all Iury, sir pilate I hight,
Next kyng herode grettyst of all;
Bowys to my byddyng both greatt and small,
Or els be ye shentt;
Therfor stere youre tonges, I warn you all,
And vnto vs take tent.
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primus tortor.
All peasse, all peasse, emang you all!
And herkyns now what shall befall
Of this fals chuffer here;
That with his fals quantyse,
hase lett hymself as god wyse,
Emangys vs many a yere.
And herkyns now what shall befall
Of this fals chuffer here;
That with his fals quantyse,
hase lett hymself as god wyse,
Emangys vs many a yere.
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he cals hym self a prophett,
And says that he can bales bete,
And make all thyngys amende;
Bot or oght lang wytt we shall
wheder he can bete his awne bale,
Or skapp out of oure hende.
And says that he can bales bete,
And make all thyngys amende;
Bot or oght lang wytt we shall
wheder he can bete his awne bale,
Or skapp out of oure hende.
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Was not this a wonder thyng,
That he durst call hym self a kyng
And make so greatt a lee?
Bot, by mahowne! whils I may lyf,
Those prowde wordes shall I neuer forgyf,
Tyll he be hanged on he.
That he durst call hym self a kyng
And make so greatt a lee?
Bot, by mahowne! whils I may lyf,
Those prowde wordes shall I neuer forgyf,
Tyll he be hanged on he.
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Secundus tortor.
hys pride, fy, we sett at noght,
Bot ich man now kest in his thoght,
And looke that we noght wante;
ffor I shall fownde, if that I may,
By the order of knyghtede, to day
To cause his hart pante.
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Tercius tortor.
And so shall I with all my myght,
Abate his pride this ylk nyght,
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Lo, he letys he cowde none yll,
Bot he can ay, when he wyll,
Do a full fowll dede.
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Quartus tortor.
yei felows, ye, as haue I rest!
Emangys vs all I red we kest
To bryng this thefe to dede;
Loke that we haue that we shuld nate,
ffor to hald this shrew strate.
primus tortor.
That was a nobyll red!
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Lo, here I haue a bande,
If nede be to bynd his hande;
This thowng, I trow, will last.
If nede be to bynd his hande;
This thowng, I trow, will last.
Secundus tortor.
And here oone to the othere syde,
That shall abate his pride,
Be it be drawen fast.
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iijus tortor.
lo, here a hamere and nales also,
ffor to festen fast oure foo
To this tre, full soyn.
iiijus tortor.
ye ar wise, withoutten drede,
That so can help youre self at nede,
Of thyng that shuld be done.
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primus tortor.
Now dar I say hardely,
he shall with all his mawmentry
No longere vs be tell.
ijus tortor.
Syn pilate hase hym tyll vs geyn,
haue done, belyfe! let it be seyn
how we can with hym mell.
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iijus tortor.
Now ar we at the monte of caluarye;
haue done, folows, and let now se
how we can with hym lake.
iiijus tortor.
yee, for as modee as he can loke,
he wold haue turnyd an othere croke
Myght he haue had the rake.
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primus tortor.
In fayth, syr, sen ye callyd you a kyng,
you must prufe a worthy thyng
That falles vnto the were;
ye must Iust in tornamente;
Bot ye sytt fast els be ye shentt,
Els downe I shall you bere.
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Secundus tortor.
If thou be godys son, as thou tellys,
Thou can the kepe; how shuld thou ellys?
Els were it meruell greatt;
And bot if thou can, we will not trow
That thou hase saide, bot make the mow
when thou syttys in yond sett.
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iijus tortor.
If thou be kyng we shall thank adyll,
ffor we shall sett the in thy sadyll,
ffor fallyng be thou bold.
I hete the well thou bydys a shaft;
Bot if thou sytt well thou had better laft
The tales that thou has told.
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iiijus tortor.
Stand nere, felows, and let se
how we can hors oure kyng so fre,
By any craft;
Stand thou yonder on yond syde,
And we shall se how he can ryde,
And how to weld a shaft.
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primus tortor.
Sir, commys heder and haue done,
And wyn apon youre palfray sone,
ffor he [is] redy bowne.
If ye be bond till hym, be not wrothe,
ffor be ye secure we were full lothe
On any wyse that ye fell downe.
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Secundus tortor.
knyt thou a knott, with all thi strenght,
ffor to draw this arme on lengthe,
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Tercius tortor.
Thou maddys, man, bi this light!
It wantys, tyll ich mans sight,
Othere half span and more.
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Quartus tortor.
yit drawe owt this arme and fest it fast,
with this rope that well will last,
And ilk man lay hand to.
primus tortor.
yee, and bynd thou fast that band;
we shall go to that othere hand
And loke what we can do.
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ijus tortor.
Do dryfe a nayll ther thrugh outt,
And then thar vs nothyng doutt,
ffor it will not brest.
iijus tortor.
That shall I do, as myght I thryfe!
ffor to clynke and for to dryfe,
Therto I am full prest;
ffor to clynke and for to dryfe,
Therto I am full prest;
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So lett it styk, for it is wele.
iiijus tortor.
Thou says sothe, as haue I cele!
Ther can no man it mende.
primus tortor.
hald downe his knees.
Secundus tortor.
that shall I do.
his norysh yede neuer better to;
Lay on all your hende.
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Tercius tortor.
Draw out hys lymmes, let se, haue at!
iiijus tortor.
That was well drawen that that;
ffare fall hym that so puld!
ffor to haue getten it to the marke,
I trow lewde man ne clerk
Nothyng better shuld.
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primus tortor.
hald it now fast thor,
And oone of you take the bore,
And then may it not fayll.
ijus tortor.
That shall I do withoutten drede,
As euer myght I well spede,
hym to mekyll bayll.
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Tercius tortor.
So, that is well, it will not brest,
Bot let now se who dos the best
with any slegthe of hande.
iiijus tortor.
Go we now vnto the othere ende;
ffelowse, fest on fast youre hende,
And pull well at this band.
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primus tortor.
I red, felowse, by this wedyr,
That we draw all ons togedir,
And loke how it wyll fare.
ijus tortor.
let now se and lefe youre dyn!
And draw we ilka syn from syn;
ffor nothyng let vs spare.
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iijus tortor.
Nay, felowse, this is no gam!
we will no longere draw all sam,
So mekill haue I asspyed.
iiijus tortor.
No, for as haue I blys!
Som can twyk, who so it is,
Sekys easse on som kyn syde.
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primus tortor.
It is better, as I hope,
On by his self to draw this rope,
And then may we se
who it is that ere while
All his felows can begyle,
Of this companye.
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Secundus tortor.
Sen thou will so haue, here for me!
how draw I, as myght thou the?
Tercius tortor.
Thou drew right wele.
haue here for me half a foyte!
quartus tortor.
wema, man! I trow thou doyte!
Thou flyt it neuer a dele;
Thou flyt it neuer a dele;
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Bot haue for me here that I may!
primus tortor.
Well drawen, son, bi this day!
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Secundus tortor.
yit efte, whils thi hande is in,
pull therat with som kyn gyn.
iijus tortor.
yee, & bryng it to the marke.
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quartus tortor.
pull, pull!
primus tortor.
haue now!
ijus tortor.
let se!
iijus tortor.
A ha!
iiijus tortor.
yit a draght!
primus tortor.
Therto with all my maght.
ijus tortor.
A, ha! hold still thore!
iijus tortor.
So felowse! looke now belyfe,
which of you can best dryfe,
And I shall take the bore.
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Quartus tortor.
let me go therto, if I shall;
I hope that I be the best mershall
ffor [to] clynke it right.
do rase hym vp now when we may,
ffor I hope he & his palfray
Shall not twyn this nyght.
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primus tortor.
Com hedir, felowse, & haue done!
And help that this tre sone
To lyft with all youre sleght.
ijus tortor.
yit let vs wyrke a whyle,
And noman now othere begyle
To it be broght on heght.
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iijus tortor.
ffelowse, fest on all youre hende,
ffor to rase this tre on ende,
And let se who is last.
iiijus tortor.
I red we do as that he says;
Set we the tre in the mortase,
And ther will it stand fast.
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primus tortor.
Vp with the tymbre.
Secundus tortor.
a, it heldys!
ffor hym that all this warld weldys
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iijus tortor.
hald euen emangys vs all.
iiijus tortor.
yee, and let it into the mortase fall,
ffor then will it best stande.
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primus tortor.
Go we to it and be we strong,
And rase it, be it neuer so long,
Sen that it is fast bon.
ijus tortor.
Vp with the tymbre fast on ende!
iijus tortor.
A felowse, fayr fall youre hende!
iiijus tortor.
so sir, gape agans the son!
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primus tortor.
A felow, war thi crowne!
ijus tortor.
Trowes thou this tymbre will oght downe?
iijus tortor.
yit help that it were fast.
iiijus tortor.
Shog hym well & let vs lyfte.
primus tortor.
ffull shorte shalbe his thryfte.
ijus tortor.
A, it standys vp lyke a mast.
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Ihesus.
I pray you pepyll that passe me by,
That lede youre lyfe so lykandly,
heyfe vp youre hartys on hight!
Behold if euer ye sagh body
Buffet & bett thus blody,
Or yit thus dulfully dight;
In warld was neuer no wight
That suffred half so sare.
My mayn, my mode, my myght,
Is noght bot sorow to sight,
And comforth none, bot care.
That lede youre lyfe so lykandly,
heyfe vp youre hartys on hight!
Behold if euer ye sagh body
Buffet & bett thus blody,
Or yit thus dulfully dight;
In warld was neuer no wight
That suffred half so sare.
My mayn, my mode, my myght,
Is noght bot sorow to sight,
And comforth none, bot care.
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My folk, what haue I done to the,
That thou all thus shall tormente me?
Thy syn by I full sore.
what haue I greuyd the? answere me,
That thou thus nalys me to a tre,
And all for thyn erroure;
where shall thou seke socoure?
This mys how shall thou amende?
when that thou thy saveoure
Dryfes to this dyshonoure,
And nalys thrugh feete and hende!
That thou all thus shall tormente me?
Thy syn by I full sore.
what haue I greuyd the? answere me,
That thou thus nalys me to a tre,
And all for thyn erroure;
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This mys how shall thou amende?
when that thou thy saveoure
Dryfes to this dyshonoure,
And nalys thrugh feete and hende!
(40)
All creatoures that kynde may kest,
Beestys, byrdys, all haue thay rest,
when thay ar wo begon;
Bot godys son, that shuld be best,
hase not where apon his hede to rest,
Bot on his shuder bone.
To whome now may I make my mone?
when thay thus martyr me,
And sakles will me slone,
And beete me blode and bone,
That my brethere shuld be!
Beestys, byrdys, all haue thay rest,
when thay ar wo begon;
Bot godys son, that shuld be best,
hase not where apon his hede to rest,
Bot on his shuder bone.
To whome now may I make my mone?
when thay thus martyr me,
And sakles will me slone,
And beete me blode and bone,
That my brethere shuld be!
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what kyndnes shuld I kythe theym to?
haue I not done that I aght to do,
Maide the to my lyknes?
And thou thus refys me rest & ro,
And lettys thus lightly on me, lo!
Sich is thi catyfnes.
haue I not done that I aght to do,
Maide the to my lyknes?
And thou thus refys me rest & ro,
And lettys thus lightly on me, lo!
Sich is thi catyfnes.
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I haue the kyd kyndnes, Vnkyndly thou me quytys;
Se thus thi wekydnes! loke how thou me dyspytys!
Se thus thi wekydnes! loke how thou me dyspytys!
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Gyltles thus am I put to pyne,
Not for [my] mys, man, bot for thyne,
Thus am I rent on rode;
ffor I that tresoure wold not tyne,
That I markyd & made for myne,
Thus by I adam blode,
Not for [my] mys, man, bot for thyne,
Thus am I rent on rode;
ffor I that tresoure wold not tyne,
That I markyd & made for myne,
Thus by I adam blode,
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That sonkyn was in syn,
with none erthly good;
Bot with my flesh and blode
That lothe was for to wyn.
with none erthly good;
Bot with my flesh and blode
That lothe was for to wyn.
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(45)
My brethere that I com forto by,
has hanged me here thus hedusly,
And freyndys fynde I foyn;
Thus haue thay dight me drerely,
And all by-spytt me spytusly,
As helples man in won.
Bot, fader, that syttys in trone,
fforgyf thou them this gylt,
I pray to the this boyn,
Thay wote not what thay doyn,
Nor whom thay haue thus spylt.
has hanged me here thus hedusly,
And freyndys fynde I foyn;
Thus haue thay dight me drerely,
And all by-spytt me spytusly,
As helples man in won.
Bot, fader, that syttys in trone,
fforgyf thou them this gylt,
I pray to the this boyn,
Thay wote not what thay doyn,
Nor whom thay haue thus spylt.
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primus tortor.
yis, what we do full well we knaw.
ijus tortor.
yee, that shall he fynde within a thraw.
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iijus tortor.
Now, with a myschaunce tyll his cors,
wenys he that we gyf any force,
what dwill so euer he ayll?
iiijus tortor.
ffor he wold tary vs all day,
Of his dede to make delay
I tell you, sansfayll.
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primus tortor.
lyft vs this tre emanges vs all.
ijus tortor.
yee, and let it into the mortase fall,
And that shall gar hym brest.
iijus tortor.
yee, and all to-ryfe hym lym from lym.
iiijus tortor.
And it will breke ilk ionte in hym.
let se now who dos best.
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[Mary advances.]
Maria.
Alas! the doyll I dre I drowpe, I dare in drede!
Whi hyngys thou, son, so hee? my bayll begynnes to brede.
All blemyshyd is thi ble I se thi body blede!
In warld, son, were neuer we so wo as I in wede.
Whi hyngys thou, son, so hee? my bayll begynnes to brede.
All blemyshyd is thi ble I se thi body blede!
In warld, son, were neuer we so wo as I in wede.
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My foode that I haue fed,
In lyf longyng the led,
ffull stratly art thou sted
Emanges thi foo-men fell;
Sich sorow forto se,
My dere barn, on the,
Is more mowrnyng to me
Then any tong may tell.
In lyf longyng the led,
ffull stratly art thou sted
Emanges thi foo-men fell;
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My dere barn, on the,
Is more mowrnyng to me
Then any tong may tell.
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Alas! thi holy hede
hase not wheron to helde;
Thi face with blode is red,
Was fare as floure in feylde;
how shuld I stand in sted
To se my barne thus blede?
Bett as blo as lede,
And has no lym to weylde!
hase not wheron to helde;
Thi face with blode is red,
Was fare as floure in feylde;
how shuld I stand in sted
To se my barne thus blede?
Bett as blo as lede,
And has no lym to weylde!
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ffestynd both handys and feete
With nalys full vnmete,
his woundes wrynyng wete,
Alas, my childe, for care!
ffor all rent is thi hyde;
I se on aythere syde
Teres of blode downe glide
Ouer all thi body bare.
Alas! that euer I shuld byde
And se my feyr thus fare!
With nalys full vnmete,
his woundes wrynyng wete,
Alas, my childe, for care!
ffor all rent is thi hyde;
I se on aythere syde
Teres of blode downe glide
Ouer all thi body bare.
Alas! that euer I shuld byde
And se my feyr thus fare!
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[John advances.]
Iohannes.
Alas, for doyll, my lady dere!
All for-changid is thi chere,
To see this prynce withoutten pere
Thus lappyd all in wo;
he was thi fode, thi faryst foine,
Thi luf, thi lake, thi lufsom son,
That high on tre thus hyngys alone
with body blak and blo;
Alas!
To me and many mo
A good master he was.
All for-changid is thi chere,
To see this prynce withoutten pere
Thus lappyd all in wo;
he was thi fode, thi faryst foine,
Thi luf, thi lake, thi lufsom son,
That high on tre thus hyngys alone
with body blak and blo;
Alas!
To me and many mo
A good master he was.
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Bot, lady, sen it is his will
The prophecy to fulfyll,
That mankynde in sy[n] not spill
ffor theym to thole this payn;
And with his dede raunson to make,
As prophetys beforn of hym spake,
ffor-thi I red thi sorowe thou slake,
Thi Wepyng may not gayn;
In sorowe
Oure boytt he byes full bayn,
Vs all from bale to borowe.
The prophecy to fulfyll,
That mankynde in sy[n] not spill
ffor theym to thole this payn;
And with his dede raunson to make,
As prophetys beforn of hym spake,
ffor-thi I red thi sorowe thou slake,
Thi Wepyng may not gayn;
In sorowe
Oure boytt he byes full bayn,
Vs all from bale to borowe.
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Maria.
Alas! thyn een as cristall clere that shoyn as son in sight,
That lufly were in lyere lost thay haue thare light,
And wax all faed in fere all dym then ar thay dight!
In payn has thou no pere that is withoutten pight.
That lufly were in lyere lost thay haue thare light,
And wax all faed in fere all dym then ar thay dight!
In payn has thou no pere that is withoutten pight.
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Swete son, say me thi thoght,
what wonders has thou wroght
To be in payn thus broght,
Thi blissed blode to blende?
A son, thynk on my wo!
whi will thou fare me fro?
On mold is noman mo
That may my myrthes amende.
what wonders has thou wroght
To be in payn thus broght,
Thi blissed blode to blende?
A son, thynk on my wo!
whi will thou fare me fro?
On mold is noman mo
That may my myrthes amende.
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Iohannes.
Comly lady, good and couth, ffayn wold I comforth the;
Me mynnys my master with mowth, told vnto his menyee
That he shuld thole full mekill payn and dy apon a tre,
And to the lyfe ryse vp agayn, apon the thryd day shuld it be
ffull right!
ffor-thi, my lady swete,
Stynt a while of grete!
Oure bale then will he bete
As he befor has hight.
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Maria.
Mi sorow it is so sad no solace may me safe;
Mowrnyng makys me mad none hope of help I hafe;
I am redles and rad ffor ferd that I mon rafe;
Noght may make me glad to I be in my grafe.
Mowrnyng makys me mad none hope of help I hafe;
I am redles and rad ffor ferd that I mon rafe;
Noght may make me glad to I be in my grafe.
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To deth my dere is dryffen,
his robe is all to-ryffen,
That of me was hym gyffen,
And shapen with my sydys;
Thise Iues and he has stryffen That all the bale he bydys.
his robe is all to-ryffen,
That of me was hym gyffen,
And shapen with my sydys;
Thise Iues and he has stryffen That all the bale he bydys.
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Alas, my lam so mylde whi will thou fare me fro
Emang thise wulfès wylde that wyrke on the this wo?
ffor shame who may the shelde ffor freyndys has thou fo!
Alas, my comly childe whi will thou fare me fro?
Emang thise wulfès wylde that wyrke on the this wo?
ffor shame who may the shelde ffor freyndys has thou fo!
Alas, my comly childe whi will thou fare me fro?
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Madyns, make youre mone!
And wepe ye, wyfès, euerichon,
with me, most wrich, in wone,
The childe that borne was best!
My harte is styf as stone That for no bayll will brest.
And wepe ye, wyfès, euerichon,
with me, most wrich, in wone,
The childe that borne was best!
My harte is styf as stone That for no bayll will brest.
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Iohannes.
A, lady, well wote I thi hart is full of care
when thou thus openly sees thi childe thus fare;
luf gars hym rathly hym-self will he not spare,
Vs all fro baill to by of blis that ar full bare
ffor syn.
My lefe lady, for-thy Of mowrnyng loke thou blyn.
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Maria.
Alas! may euer be my sang Whyls I may lyf in leyd;
Me thynk now that I lyf to lang to se my barne thus blede;
Iuès wyrke with hym all wrang wherfor do thay this dede?
lo, so hy thay haue hym hang thay let for no drede:
Whi so
his fomen is he emang? No freynde he has, bot fo.
Me thynk now that I lyf to lang to se my barne thus blede;
Iuès wyrke with hym all wrang wherfor do thay this dede?
lo, so hy thay haue hym hang thay let for no drede:
Whi so
his fomen is he emang? No freynde he has, bot fo.
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(64)
My frely foode now farys me fro what shall worth on me?
Thou art warpyd all in wo and spred here on a tre
ffull hee
I mowrne, and so may mo That sees this payn on the.
Thou art warpyd all in wo and spred here on a tre
ffull hee
I mowrne, and so may mo That sees this payn on the.
(65)
Iohannes.
Dere lady, well were me
If that I myght comforth the;
ffor the sorow that I see
Sherys myn harte in sondere;
when that I se my master hang
With bytter paynes and strang,
Was neuer wight with wrang
Wroght so mekill wonder.
(66)
Maria.
Alas, dede, thou dwellys to lang! whi art thou hid fro me?
Who kend the to my childe to gang? all blak thou makys his ble;
Now witterly thou wyrkys wrang the more I will wyte the,
Bot if thou will my hartè stang that I myght with hym dee
And byde;
Sore syghyng is my sang, ffor thyrlyd is his hyde!
Who kend the to my childe to gang? all blak thou makys his ble;
Now witterly thou wyrkys wrang the more I will wyte the,
Bot if thou will my hartè stang that I myght with hym dee
And byde;
Sore syghyng is my sang, ffor thyrlyd is his hyde!
(67)
A, dede, what has thou done? with the will I moytt sone,
Sen I had childer none bot oone best vnder son or moyn;
ffreyndys I had full foyn that gars me grete and grone
ffull sore.
Good lord, graunte me my boyn and let me lyf no more!
Sen I had childer none bot oone best vnder son or moyn;
ffreyndys I had full foyn that gars me grete and grone
ffull sore.
Good lord, graunte me my boyn and let me lyf no more!
(68)
Gabriell, that good som tyme thou can me grete,
And then I vnderstud thi wordys that were so swete;
Bot now thay meng my moode ffor grace thou can me hete,
To bere all of my blode a childe oure baill shuld bete
with right;
Now hyngys he here on rude Where is that thou me hight?
And then I vnderstud thi wordys that were so swete;
Bot now thay meng my moode ffor grace thou can me hete,
To bere all of my blode a childe oure baill shuld bete
with right;
Now hyngys he here on rude Where is that thou me hight?
(69)
All that thou of blys hight me in that stede,
ffrom myrth is faren omys and yit I trow thi red;
Thi councell now of this my lyfe how shall I lede
When fro me gone is he that was my hede
In hy?
My dede now comen it is My dere son, haue mercy!
ffrom myrth is faren omys and yit I trow thi red;
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When fro me gone is he that was my hede
In hy?
My dede now comen it is My dere son, haue mercy!
(70)
Ihesus.
My moder mylde, thou chaunge thi chere!
Sease of thi sorow and sighyng sere,
It syttys vnto my hart full sare;
The sorow is sharp I suffre here,
Bot doyll thou drees, my moder dere,
Me marters mekill mare.
Thus will my fader I fare,
To lowse mankynde of bandys;
his son Will he not spare,
To lowse that bon was are
ffull fast in feyndys handys.
Sease of thi sorow and sighyng sere,
It syttys vnto my hart full sare;
The sorow is sharp I suffre here,
Bot doyll thou drees, my moder dere,
Me marters mekill mare.
Thus will my fader I fare,
To lowse mankynde of bandys;
his son Will he not spare,
To lowse that bon was are
ffull fast in feyndys handys.
(71)
The fyrst cause, moder, of my commyng
Was for mankynde myscarying,
To salf thare sore I soght;
Therfor, moder, make none mowrnyng,
Sen mankynde thrugh my dyyng
May thus to blis be boght.
Woman, wepe thou right noght!
Take ther Iohn vnto thi chylde!
Mankynde must nedys be boght,
And thou kest, cosyn, in thi thoght;
Iohn, lo ther thi moder mylde!
Was for mankynde myscarying,
To salf thare sore I soght;
Therfor, moder, make none mowrnyng,
Sen mankynde thrugh my dyyng
May thus to blis be boght.
Woman, wepe thou right noght!
Take ther Iohn vnto thi chylde!
Mankynde must nedys be boght,
And thou kest, cosyn, in thi thoght;
Iohn, lo ther thi moder mylde!
(72)
Blo and blody thus am I bett,
Swongen with swepys & all to-swett,
Mankynde, for thi mysdede!
ffor my luf lust when Wold thou lett,
And thi harte sadly sett,
Sen I thus for the haue blede?
Sich lyf, for sothe, I led,
That vnothes may I more;
This suffre I for thi nede,
To marke the, man, thi mede:
Now thryst I, wonder sore.
Swongen with swepys & all to-swett,
Mankynde, for thi mysdede!
ffor my luf lust when Wold thou lett,
And thi harte sadly sett,
Sen I thus for the haue blede?
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That vnothes may I more;
This suffre I for thi nede,
To marke the, man, thi mede:
Now thryst I, wonder sore.
(73)
primus tortor.
Noght bot hold thi peasse!
Thou shall haue drynke within a resse,
My self shalbe thy knaue;
haue here the draght that I the hete,
And I shall warand it is not swete,
On all the good I haue.
(74)
Secundus tortor.
So syr, say now all youre will!
ffor if ye couth haue holden you styll
ye had not had this brade.
Tercius tortor.
Thou wold all gaytt be kyng of Iues,
Bot by this I trow thou rues
All that thou has sayde.
(75)
iiijus tortor.
he has hym rused of great prophes,
That he shuld make vs tempyllès,
And gar it cleyn downe fall;
And yit he sayde he shuld it rase
As well as it was, within thre dayes!
he lyes, that wote we all;
That he shuld make vs tempyllès,
And gar it cleyn downe fall;
And yit he sayde he shuld it rase
As well as it was, within thre dayes!
he lyes, that wote we all;
(76)
And for his lyes, in great dispyte
we will departe his clothyng tyte,
Bot he can more of arte.
we will departe his clothyng tyte,
Bot he can more of arte.
primus tortor.
yee, as euer myght I thryfe,
Soyn will we this mantyll ryfe,
And ich man take his parte.
(77)
ijus tortor.
how wold thou we share this clothe?
iijus tortor.
Nay forsothe, that were I lothe,
Then were it all-gate spylt;
Bot assent thou to my saw,
lett vs all cutt draw,
And then is none begylt.
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iiijus tortor.
how so befallys now wyll I draw!
This is myn by comon law,
Say not ther agayn.
primus tortor.
Now sen it may no better be,
Chevich the with it for me,
Me thynk thou art ful fayn.
(79)
ijus tortor.
how felowse, se ye not yond skraw?
It is writen yonder within a thraw,
Now sen that we drew cut.
iijus tortor.
There is noman that is on lyfe
Bot it were pilate, as myght I thrife,
That durst it ther haue putt.
(80)
iiijus tortor.
Go we fast and let vs loke
what is wretyn on yond boke,
And what it may bemeyn.
primus tortor.
A the more I loke theron
A the more I thynke I fon;
All is not worth a beyn.
(81)
ijus tortor.
yis, for sothe, me thynk I se
Theron writen langage thre,
Ebrew and latyn
And grew, me thynk, writen theron,
ffor it is hard for to expowne.
iijus tortor.
Thou red, by appolyn!
(82)
iiijus tortor.
yee, as I am a trew knyght,
I am the best latyn wright
Of this company;
I will go withoutten delay
And tell you what it is to say;
Behald, syrs, witterly!
I am the best latyn wright
Of this company;
I will go withoutten delay
And tell you what it is to say;
Behald, syrs, witterly!
(83)
yonder is wretyn “ihesu of nazareyn
he is kyng of Iues,” I weyn.
he is kyng of Iues,” I weyn.
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A! that is writen wrang.
Secundus tortor.
he callys hym so, bot he is none.
iijus tortor.
Go we to pilate and make oure mone;
haue done, and dwell not lang.
haue done, and dwell not lang.
(84)
[They approach Pilate.]
pilate, yonder is a fals tabyll,
Theron is wryten noght bot fabyll;
Of Iues he is not kyng!
he callys hym so, bot he not is:
It is falsly writen, Iwys,
This is a wrangwys thyng.
Theron is wryten noght bot fabyll;
Of Iues he is not kyng!
he callys hym so, bot he not is:
It is falsly writen, Iwys,
This is a wrangwys thyng.
(85)
Pilatus.
Boys, I say, what mell ye you?
As it is writen shall it be now,
I say certane;
Quod scriptum scripsi,
That same wrote I,
What gadlyng gruches ther agane?
(86)
quartus tortor.
Sen that he is man of law he must nedys haue his will;
I trow he had not writen that saw without som propre skyll.
(87)
primus tortor.
yee, let it hyng aboue his hede,
It shall not saue hym fro the dede,
Noght that he can write.
ijus tortor.
Now ylla hale was he borne.
iijus tortor.
Ma-fay, I tell his lyfe is lorne,
he shalbe slayn as tyte.
he shalbe slayn as tyte.
(88)
If thou be crist, as men the call,
Com downe emangys vs all,
And thole not thies myssaes.
Com downe emangys vs all,
And thole not thies myssaes.
iiijus tortor.
yee, and help thi self that we may se,
And we shall all trow in the,
what soeuer thou says.
(89)
primus tortor.
he cals hym self good of myght,
Bot I wold se hym be so wight
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he rasyd lazare out of his delfe,
Bot he can not help hym self,
Now in his greatt nede.
(90)
Ihesu.
hely, hely, lamazabatany!
My god, my god, wherfor and why
has thou forsakyn me?
(91)
ijus tortor.
how! here ye not, as well as I,
how he can now on hely cry
Apon his wyse?
Tercius tortor.
yee, ther is none hely in this countre
Shall delyuer hym from this meneȝe,
On nokyns wyse.
(92)
iiijus tortor.
I warand you now at the last
That he shall soyn yelde the gast,
ffor brestyn is his gall.
Ihesu.
Now is my passyon broght tyll ende!
ffader of heuen, in to thyn hende
I betake my saull!
(93)
primus tortor.
let one pryk hym with a spere,
And if that it do hym no dere
Then is his lyfe nere past.
ijus tortor.
This blynde knyght may best do that.
longeus.
Gar me not do bot I wote what.
iijus tortor.
Not bot put vp fast.
(94)
longeus.
A, lord, what may this be?
Ere was I blynde, now may I se;
Godys son, here me, ihesu!
ffor this trespas on me thou rew.
ffor, lord, othere men me gart,
that I the stroke vnto the hart:
I se thou hyngys here on hy,
And dyse to fulfyll the prophecy.
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(95)
iiijus tortor.
Go we hence and leyfe hym here,
ffor I shall be his borghe to-yere
he felys no more payn;
ffor hely ne for none othere man
All the good tha euer he wan
Gettys not his lyfe agayn.
[Exeunt Tortores. Joseph of Arimathea and Nicodemus advance.]
(96)
Ioseph.
Alas, alas, and walaway!
That euer shuld I abyde this day,
To se my master dede;
Thus wykydly as he is shent,
with so bytter tornamente,
Thrugh fals Iues red.
That euer shuld I abyde this day,
To se my master dede;
Thus wykydly as he is shent,
with so bytter tornamente,
Thrugh fals Iues red.
(97)
Nychodeme, I wold we yede
To sir pilate, if we myght spede,
his body for to craue;
I will fownde with all my myght,
ffor my seruyce to aske that knyght
his body for to graue.
To sir pilate, if we myght spede,
his body for to craue;
I will fownde with all my myght,
ffor my seruyce to aske that knyght
his body for to graue.
(98)
Nichodemus.
Ioseph, I will weynde with the
ffor to do that is in me,
ffor that body to pray;
ffor oure good will and oure trauale
I hope that it mon vs avayll
here afterward som day.
(99)
Ioseph.
Syr pylate, god the saue!
[They go to Pilate.]
Graunte me that I craue,
If that it be thi will.
pilatus.
Welcom, Ioseph, myght thou be!
what so thou askys I graunte it the,
So that it be skyll.
(100)
Ioseph.
ffor my long seruyce I the pray
Graunte me the body—say me not nay—
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pilatus.
I graunte well if he ded be,
Good leyfe shall thou haue of me,
Do with hym what thou thynk gud.
(101)
Ioseph.
Gramercy, syr, of youre good grace,
That ye haue graunte me in this place;
Go we oure way:
[They return to Calvary.]
Nychodeme, com me furth with,
ffor I my self shall be the smyth
The nales out for to dray.
(102)
Nichodemus.
Ioseph, I am redy here
To go with the with full good chere,
To help the at my myght;
pull furth the nales on aythere syde,
And I shall hald hym vp this tyde;
A, lord, so thou is dight!
(103)
Ioseph.
help now, felow, with all thi myght,
That he were wonden and well dight,
And lay hym on this bere;
Bere we hym furth vnto the kyrke,
To the tombe that I gard wyrk,
Sen full many a yere.
(104)
Nichodemus.
It shall be so with outten nay.
he that dyed on gud fryday
And crownyd was with thorne,
Saue you all that now here be!
That lord that thus wold dee
And rose on pasche morne.
Explicit crucifixio Christi.
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