\LDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N1 Pes, ye brothellis and browlys in t+his broydenesse inbrased,
And freykis t+hat are frendely your freykenesse to frayne,
Youre tounges fro tretyng of triffillis be trased,
Or t+his brande t+hat is bright schall breste in youre brayne.
Plextis for no plasis but platte you to t+his playne,
And drawe to no drofyng but dresse you to drede,
With dasshis.
Traueylis noy+ot as traytours t+hat tristis in trayne,
Or by t+he bloode t+hat Mahounde bledde with t+his blad schal ye blede.
T+Hus schall I brittyn all youre bones on brede,
Y+Oae, and lusshe all youre lymmys with lasschis.
Dragons t+hat are dredfull schall derke in t+her \#dennes
In wrathe when we writhe, or in wrathenesse ar wapped.
Agaynste jeauntis ongentill haue we joined with ingendis,
And swannys t+hat are swymmyng to oure swetnes schall be suapped,
And joged doune t+her jolynes oure gentries engenderand.
Whoso repreue oure estate we schall choppe t+ham in cheynes,
All renkkis t+hat are renand to vs schall be reuerande.
Therfore I bidde you sese or any bale be,
T+Hat no brothell be so bolde boste for to blowes.
And y+oe t+hat luffis youre liffis, listen to me
As a lorde t+hat is lerned to lede you be lawes.
And ye t+hat are of my men and of my meny+oe,
Sen we are comen fro oure kyth as y+oe wele \#knawes,
And semlys all here same in t+his cyte+',
It sittis vs in sadnesse to sette all oure sawes.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N27 My lorde, we schall take kepe to youre call
And stirre to no stede but y+oe steuen vs,
No greuaunce to grete ne to small.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N30 Ya, but loke t+hat no fawtes befall.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.2  Dux 2
\N31 Lely my lord so we shall,
Ye nede not no more for to nevyn vs.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N33 Mounseniour, demene you \#to menske in mynde what I mene
And boune to youre \#bedward, for so holde I best,
For all t+he comons of t+his courte bene avoyde clene,
And ilke a renke, as resoune as, are gone to t+her reste-+-
Wherfore I counsaile, my lorde, y+oe comaunde you a drynke.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N38 Nowe certis, I assente as t+hou sais.
Se ych a qwy is wente on his ways
Lightly withouten any delayes.
Giffe vs wyne wynly and late vs go wynke,
And se t+hat no durdan be done.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N43 My lorde, vnlase you to lye,
Here schall none come for to crye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N45 Nowe spedely loke t+hat t+hou spie
T+Hat no noyse be neghand t+his none.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N47 My lorde, youre bedde is new made, you nedis noy+ot for to bide it.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N48 Ya, but as t+hou luffes me hartely, laye me doune softely,
For t+hou wotte full wele t+hat I am full tendirly hydid.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N50 Howe lye y+oe my goode lorde?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N50 Right wele, be t+his light,
All hole at my desire.
Wherfore I praye ser Satan oure sire,
And Lucifer moste luffely of lyre,
He sauffe you all sirs, and giffe you goode nyght.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N55 Sir knyght, ye wote we ar warned to wende
To witte of t+his warlowe what is t+he kyngis will.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N57 Sir, here is Herowde all even here at oure hende,
And all oure entente tyte schall we tell hym vntill.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N59 Who is here?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N59 Who is there?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N59 Sir, we are knyghtis kende
Is comen to youre counsaill t+his carle for to kill.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N61 Sirs, but youre message may myrthis amende,
Stalkis furthe be yone stretis or stande stone still.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N63 Yis certis ser, of myrthis we mene,
The kyng schall haue matteres to melle hym.
The kyng schall haue matteres to melle hym.
We brynge here a boy vs betwene,
Wherefore \#to haue worschippe we wene.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N67 Wele sirs, so t+hat it turne to no tene,
Tentis hym and we schall go telle hym.
My lorde, yondir is a boy boune t+hat brought is in blame,
Haste you in hye, t+hei houe at youre \#y+oate.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N71 What, and schall I rise nowe, in t+he deuyllis name,
To stighill amang straungeres in stales of astate?
But haue here my hande, halde nowe,
And se t+hat my sloppe be wele sittande.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N75 My lorde, with a goode will Y wolde youe,
No wrange will I witte at my wittande.
But my lorde, we can tell y+oou of vncouthe \#tythande.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N78 Y+Oa, but loke ye telle vs no tales but trewe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.2  Dux 2
\N79 My lorde, t+hei bryng you yondir a boy boune in a bande
T+Hat bodus outhir bourdyng or bales to brewe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N81 T+Hanne gete we some harrowe full hastely at hande.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N82 My lorde, t+her is some note t+hat is nedfull to neven you of new.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N83 Why, hoppis t+hou t+hei haste hym to hyng?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.2  Dux 2
\N84 We wotte noght t+her will nor t+her wenyng,
But boodword full blithely t+hei bryng.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N86 Nowe do t+han and late vs se of t+here sayng.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.2  Dux 2
\N87 Lo sirs, ye schall carpe with t+he kyng,
And telles to hym manly youre menyng.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N89 Lorde, welthis and worschippis be with you alway.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N90 What wolde you?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N90 A worde, lorde, and youre willes were.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N91 Well, saye on t+han.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N91 My lorde, we fare foolys to flay
\#T+Hat to you wolde forfette.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N92 We, faire falle you t+herfore.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N93 My lorde, fro y+oe here what we saie
Itt will heffe vppe youre hertis.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N94 Y+Oa, but saie what heynde haue y+oe t+hore?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N95 A presente fro Pilate, lorde, t+he prince of oure lay.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N96 Pese in my presence, and nemys hym no more.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N97 My lorde, he woll worschippe you faine.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N98 I consayue y+oe are ful foes of hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N99 My lorde, he wolde menske you with mayne,
And therfore he sendis you t+his swayne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N101 Gose tyte with t+hat gedlyng agayne,
And saie hym a borowed bene sette I noght be hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N103 A, my lorde, with youre leve, t+hei haue faren ferre,
And for to fraiste of youre fare was no folye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.2  Dux 2
\N105 My lorde, and t+his gedlyng go t+hus it will greue werre,
For he gares growe on t+his grounde grete velanye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N107 Why, menys t+hou t+hat t+hat myghtyng schulde my myghtes marre?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N108 Nay lorde, but he makis on t+his molde mekill maystrie.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N109 Go ynne, and late vs see of t+he sawes ere,
And but yf t+hei be to oure bordyng, t+hai both schalle abye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N111 My lorde, we \#were worthy to blame
To brynge you any message of mysse.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N113 Why t+han, can ye nemyn vs his name?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N114 Sir, Criste haue we called hym at hame.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N115 O, t+his is t+he ilke selue and t+he same-+-
Nowe sirs, ye be welcome ywisse.
And in faith I am fayne he is fonne,
His farles to frayne and to fele;
Nowe t+hes games was grathely begonne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N120 Lorde, lely t+hat likis vs wele.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N121 Ya, but dar y+oe hete hartely t+hat harlott is he?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N122 My lorde, takis hede and in haste ye schall here howe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N123 Ya, but what menys t+hat t+his message was made vnto me?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N124 My lorde, for it touches to tresoune I trowe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N125 My lorde, he is culpabill kende in oure contre+'
Of many perillus poyntis, as Pilate preves nowe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N127 My lorde, when Pilate herde he had gone thurgh Galyle+'
He lerned vs t+hat t+hat lordschippe longed to y+oou,
And or he wiste what youre willis were,
No ferther wolde he speke for to spille hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N131 T+Hanne knawes he t+hat oure myghtis are t+he more?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N132 Y+Oa, certis sir, so saie we t+hore.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N133 Nowe sertis, and oure frenschippe t+herfore
We graunte hym, and no greuaunce we will hym.
And sirs, ye are welcome ywisse as ye wele awe,
And for to wende at youre wille Y you warande,
For I haue coveite kyndely t+hat comely to knawe,
For men carpis t+hat t+he carle schulde be konnand.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N139 My lorde, wolde he saie you soth of his sawe,
Y+Oe saugh nevir slik selcouth, be see nor be sande.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N141 Nowe gois abakke both and late t+he boy blowe,
For I hope we gete some harre hastely at hande.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N143 Jerusalem and t+he Jewes may haue joie
And hele in ther herte for to here hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N145 Saie, beene-venew in bone fay,
Ne plesew \-+-a parle remoy?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N147 Nay my lorde, he can of no bourdyng, t+his boy.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N148 No sir?  With t+hi leue we schall lere hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Fil.1  Filius 1
\N149 Mi lorde, se ther knyghtis t+hat knawe and are kene,
How t+hai come to youre courte withoutyn any call.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N151 Y+Oa sone, and musteris grete maistries, what may t+his bymene?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N152 My lorde, for youre myghtis are more t+han t+hei all
They seke you as souerayne, and sertis t+hat is sene.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N154 Nowe certis, sen y+oe saie so, assaie hym I schall,
For I am fayner of t+hat freyke t+hen othir fiftene,
Y+Oae, and hym t+hat firste fande, faire myght hym fall.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N157 Lorde, lely we lereth you no legh,
T+His liffe t+hat he ledis will lose hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N159 Wele sirs, drawes you adrygh,
And bewscheris, bryngis y+oe hym nygh,
For yif all t+hat his sleghtis be slye
Y+Oitte or he passe we schalle appose hym.
O, my harte hoppis for joie
To se nowe t+his prophette appere.
We schall haue goode game with t+his boy-+-
Takis hede, for in haste y+oe schall here.
I leve we schall laugh and haue likyng
To se nowe t+his lidderon her he leggis oure lawis.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.2  Dux 2
\N169 Harke cosyne, t+hou comys to karpe with a kyng,
Take tente and be conande, and carpe as t+hou knowis.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N171 Ya, and loke t+hat t+hou be not a sotte of thy saying,
But sadly and sone t+hou sette all t+hi sawes.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N173 Hym semys full boudisch, t+hat boy t+hat t+hei bryng.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.2  Dux 2
\N174 Mi lorde, and of his bordyng grete bostyng men blawes.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N175 Whi, t+herfore haue I soughte hym to see.
Loke, bewsheris, ye be to oure bodis boune.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N177 Knele doune here to t+he kyng on thy knee.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.2  Dux 2
\N178 Naye, nedelyngis yt will not be.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N179 Loo sirs, he mekis hym no more vnto me
T+Hanne it were to a man of t+her awne toune.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N181 Whe! Go, lawmere, and lerne t+he to lowte
Or t+hai more blame t+he to-bring.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N183 Nay, dredeles withouten any doute
He knawes noy+ot t+he course of a kyng.
And her beeis in oure bale, bourde or we blynne-+-
Saie firste at t+he begynnyng withall, where was t+hou borne?
Do felawe, for thy faith, latte vs falle ynne.
Firste of t+hi ferleis, who fedde t+he beforne?
What, deynes t+hou not? Lo sirs, he \#deffis vs with dynne.
Say, whare ledde y+oe t+his lidrone? His langage is lorne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N191 My lorde, his mervaylis to more and to myne
Or musteres emange vs both mydday and morne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N193 Mi lorde, it were to fele
Of wonderes, he workith t+ham so wightely.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N195 Whe man, momelyng may nothyng avayle,
Go to t+he kyng and tell hyme fro toppe vnto tayle.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N197 Do bringe vs t+hat boy vnto bale,
For lely we leffe hym noy+ot lightly.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N199 \#This mop mennes t+hat he may marke men to t+her mede;
He makes many maistries and mervayles emange.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.2  Dux 2
\N201 V ml. folke faire gon he feede
With fyve looffis and two fisshis to fange.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N203 Howe fele folke sais t+hou he fedde?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.2  Dux 2
\N204 V ml. lorde, t+hat come to his call.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N205 Y+Oa boye? Howe mekill brede he t+hem bedde?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N206 But v looffis dare I wele wedde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N207 Nowe be t+he bloode t+hat Mahounde bledde,
What, t+his was a wondir at all.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.2  Dux 2
\N209 Nowe lorde, ij fisshis blissid he efte
And gaffe t+hame, and t+her none was forgetyn.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N211 Y+Oa lorde, and xij lepfull t+her lefte
Of releue whan all men had eten.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N213 Of such anodir mangery no man mene may.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.2  Dux 2
\N214 Mi lorde, but his maistries t+hat musteris his myght.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N215 But saie sirs, ar t+her sawis soth t+hat t+hei saie?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N216 Y+Oa lorde, and more selcouth were schewed to oure sight.
One Lazar, a ladde t+hat in oure lande lay,
Lay loken vndir layre fro lymme and fro light,
And his sistir come rakand in rewfull arraye.
And lorde, for t+her raryng he raysed hym full right,
And fro his grath garte hym gang
Euere forthe, withouten any evill.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N223 We, such lesyngis lastis to lange.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N224 Why lorde, wene y+oe t+hat wordis be wronge?
T+His same ladde leuys vs emang.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N226 Why, there hope Y be dedis of t+he deuyll.
Why schulde y+oe haste hym to hyng
That sought not newly youre newys?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N229 My lorde, for he callis hym a kyng
And claymes to be a kyng of Jewis.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N231 But saie, is he kyng in his kyth wher he come froo?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N232 Nay lorde, but he callis hym a kyng his caris to kele.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N233 Thanne is it litill wondir yf t+hat he be woo,
For to be weried with wrang sen he wirkis wele;
But he schalle sitte be myselfe sen y+oe saie soo.
Comes nerre, kyng, into courte. Saie, can y+oe not knele?
We schalle haue gaudis full goode and games or we goo.
Howe likis t+ha, wele lorde? Saie. What, deuyll, neuere a dele?
I faute in my reuerant in otill moy,
I am of fauour, loo, fairer be ferre.
Kyte oute yugilment. Vta! Oy! Oy!
Be any witte t+hat Y watte it will waxe werre.
\iSeruicia\r \iprimet\r,
Such losellis and lurdaynes as t+hou, loo,
\iRespicias\r \itimet\r.
What t+he deuyll and his dame schall Y now doo?
Do carpe on, carle, for Y can t+he cure.
Say, may t+hou not here me? Oy man, arte t+hou woode?
Nowe telle me faithfully before howe t+hou fore.
Forthe, frende. Be my faith, t+hou arte a fonde foode.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N251 My lorde, it astonys hym, youre steuen is so store
Hym had leuere haue stande stone still t+her he stode.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N253 And whedir t+he boy be abasshid of Herrowde byg blure
That were a bourde of t+he beste, be Mahoundes bloode.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.2  Dux 2
\N255 My lorde, Y trowe youre fauchone hym flaies
And lettis hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N256 Nowe lely I leue t+he,
And therfore schall Y waffe it away
And softely with a septoure assaie.
Nowe sir, be perte Y t+he pray,
For none of my gromys schall greue t+he.
\iSi\r \iloqueris\r \itibi\r \ilaus\r,
\iPariter\r \iquoque\r \iprospera\r \idantur\r;
\iSi\r \iloqueris\r \itibi\r \ifraus\r,
\iFell\r \ifex\r \iet\r \ibella\r \iparantur\r.
Mi menne, y+oe go menske hym with mayne,
And loke yhow t+hat it wolde seme.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N267 Dewcus fayff ser and sofferayne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.2  Dux 2
\N268 Sir vdins amangidre demayne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N269 Go aunswer thaym grathely agayne.
What, deuyll, whedir dote we or \#dreme?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N271 Naye we gete noy+ot o worde, dare Y wele wedde,
For he is wraiste of his witte or will of his wone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N273 Y+Oe saie he lakkid youre lawis as y+oe t+hat ladde ledde?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N274 Y+Oa lorde, and made many gaudis as we haue gone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N275 Nowe sen he comes as a knave and as a knave cledde,
Wherto calle ye hym a kyng?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N276 Nay lorde, he is none,
But an harlotte is hee.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N277 What, deuyll, Y ame harde stedde,
A man myght as wele stere a stokke as a stone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Fil.1  Filius 1
\N279 My lorde, t+his faitour so fouly is affrayde,
He loked neuere of lorde so langly allone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N281 No sone, t+he rebalde seis vs so richely arayed
He wenys we be aungelis euere-ilkone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.2  Dux 2
\N283 My lorde, Y holde hym agaste of youre gaye gere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N284 Grete lordis augh to be gay.
Here schall no man do to t+he dere,
And therfore yit nemyne in my nere-+-
For by the grete god, and t+hou garre me swere
T+Hou had neuere dole or this day.
Do carpe on tyte, karle, of thy kynne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N290 Nay, nedelyngis he neuyns you with none.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N291 T+Hat schalle he bye or he blynne-+-
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.2  Dux 2
\N292 A, leves lorde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N292 Lattis me allone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N293 Nowe goode lorde, and ye may, meue you no more,
Itt is not faire to feght with a fonned foode,
But gose to youre counsaille and comforte you t+here.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N296 Thou sais soth. We schall see yf so will be goode,
For certis oure sorowes are sadde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Fil.2  Filius 2
\N298 What a deuyll ayles hym?
Mi lorde, I can garre you be gladde,
For in tyme oure maistir is madde.
He lurkis, loo, and lokis like a ladde,
He is wode lorde, or ellis his witte faylis hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Fil.3  Filius 3
\N303 Mi lorde, y+oe haue mefte you as mekill as y+oe may,
For yhe myght menske hym no more were he Mahounde;
And sen it semys to be soo, latte vs nowe assaie.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N306 Loke, bewscheris, y+oe be to oure bodis boune.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux.1
\N307 Mi lorde, howe schulde he dowte vs? He dredis not youre \#dray.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N308 Nowe do fourthe, t+he deuyll myght hym \#droune!
And sen he \#freyms falsed and makis foule \#fraye,
Raris on hym rudely, and loke y+oe not roune.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Fil.1  Filius 1
\N311 Mi lorde, I schall enforce myselffe sen y+oe saie soo.
Felawe, be noy+ot afferde nor feyne not t+herfore,
But telle vs nowe some truffillis betwene vs twoo,
And none of oure men schall medill t+ham more.
And t+herfore by resoune array t+he,
Do telle vs some poynte for thy prowe.
Heris t+hou not what Y saie t+he?
T+Hou mummeland myghtyng, I may t+he
Helpe, and turne t+he fro tene as Y trowe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Fil.2  Filius 2
\N320 Loke vppe ladde, lightly, and loute to my lorde here,
For fro bale vnto blisse he may nowe t+he borowe.
Carpe on, knave, kantely, and caste t+he to corde here,
And saie me nowe somwhat, t+hou sauterell, with sorowe.
Why standis t+hou as stille as a stone here?
Spare not, but speke in t+his place here
T+Hou gedlyng, it may gayne t+he some grace here.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Fil.3  Filius 3
\N327 My lorde, t+his faitour is so ferde in youre face here
None aunswere in t+his nede he nevyns you with none here.
Do \#bewsher, for Beliall bloode and his bonys,
Say somwhat-+-or it will waxe werre.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Fil.1  Filius 1
\N331 Nay, we gete nouy+ot one worde in t+his wonys.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Fil.2  Filius 2
\N332 Do crie we all on hym at onys.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Chyld. All Chylder
\N333 Oy+oez! Oy+oez! Oy+oez!
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N333 O, y+oe make a foule noyse for t+he nonys.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Fil.3  Filius 3
\N334 Nedlyng my lorde, it is neuere t+he nerre.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Fil.1  Filius 1
\N335 Mi lorde, all youre mutyng amendis not a myte,
To medill with a madman is meruaille to \#me.
Comaunde youre knyghtis to clothe hym in white
And late hym carre as he come to youre contre+'.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N339 Lo sirs, we lede you no lenger a lite,
Mi sone has saide sadly how t+hat it schuld be-+-
But such a poynte for a page is to parfite.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N342 Mi lorde, fooles t+hat are fonde t+hei falle such a fee.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N343 What, in a white garmente to goo,
T+Hus gayly girde in a gowne?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.2  Dux 2
\N345 Nay lorde, but as a foole forcid hym froo.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N346 How saie y+oe sirs, schulde it be soo?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Chyld. All Chylder
\N347 Y+Oa lord.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N347 We, t+han is t+her no more,
But boldely bidde t+ham be boune.
Sir knyghtis, we caste to garre you be gladde,
Oure counsaile has warned vs wisely and wele.
White clothis we saie fallis for a fonned ladde,
And all his foly in faith fully we feele.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N353 We will with a goode will for his wedis wende,
For we wotte wele anowe what wedis he schall were.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.2  Dux 2
\N355 Loo, here is an haterell here at youre \#hende
Alle faciound t+herfore foolis to feere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N357 Loo here a joppon of joie,
All such schulde be gode for a boy.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N359 He schalle be rayed like a roye,
And schall be fonne in his folie.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.2  Dux 2
\N361 We, thanke t+ham, euyll motte t+hou the.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N362 Nay, we gete noy+ot a worde wele Y warand.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N363 Man, mustir some meruaile to me.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N364 What, wene y+oe he be wiser t+han we?
Leffe we and late t+he kyng see
Howe it is forcyd and farand.
Mi lorde, loke yf y+oe be paied,
For we haue getyn hym his gere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N369 Why, and is t+his rebalde arayed?
My blissing, bewscheris, y+oe bere.
Gose, garre crye in my courte and grathely garre write
All t+he dedis t+hat we haue done in t+his same degre+'.
And who fyndis hym greued late hym telle tyte,
And yf we fynde no defaute hym fallis to go free.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N375 Oy+oes! Yf any wight with t+his wriche any werse wate
Werkis beris wittenesse who so wirkis wrang,
Buske boldely to t+he barre his balis to abate,
For my lorde, be my lewte+', will not be deland \#lang.
My lorde, here apperes none to appeyre his estate.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N380 Wele t+hanne, fallis hym goo free.
Sir knyghtis, t+hanne grathis you goodly to gange,
And repaire with youre present and saie to Pilate
We graunte hym oure frenschippe all fully to fang.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N384 My lorde, with youre leue t+his way schall we lere,
Vs likis no lenger here to abide.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N386 Mi lorde, and he wort+he ought in were,
We come agayne with goode chere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N388 Nay bewscheris, y+oe fynde vs not here,
Oure leue will we take at t+his tyde
And \#rathely araye vs to reste,
For such notis has noyed vs or nowe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.1  Dux 1
\N392 Y+Oa, certis lorde, so holde Y beste,
For t+his gedlyng vngoodly has greued you.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Dux.2  Dux 2
\N394 Loke y+oe bere worde as ye wotte,
Howe wele we haue quitte vs t+his while.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N396 We, wise men will deme it we dote
But if we make ende of oure note.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N398 Wendis fourth, t+he deuyll in t+hi throte,
We fynde no defaute hym to \#file.
Wherfore schulde we flaye hym or fleme hym
We fynde noy+ot in rollis of recorde;
And sen t+hat he is dome, for to deme hym,
Ware t+his a goode lawe for a lorde?
Nay losellis, vnlely y+oe lerned all to late,
Go lere t+hus lordingis of youre londe such lessons to lere.
Repaire with youre present and saie to Pilate
We graunte hym oure poure all playne to appere,
And also oure greuaunce forgeue we algate
And we graunte hym oure grace with a goode chere.
As touchyng t+his brothell t+hat brawlis or debate,
Bidde hym wirke as he will, and wirke noght in were.
Go telle hym t+his message fro me,
And lede fourth t+hat mytyng, euyll motte he the.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N414 Mi lorde, with youre leue, late hym be,
For all to longe ledde hym haue we.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N416 What, y+oe sirs, my lorde, will y+oe see?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N417 What, felawes? Take y+oe no tente what I telle you
And bid you? T+Hat yoman ye y+oeme.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N419 Mi lorde, we schall wage hym an ill way.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N420 Nay bewscheris, be not so bryme.
Fare softely, for so will it seme.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N422 Nowe sen we schall do as ye deme,
Adewe sir.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.31    Tr:Rex    Rex
\N423 Daunce on, in t+he deuyll way.
\LDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N1 Pees, bewscheres, I bidde you, t+hat beldis here aboute me,
And loke t+hat y+oe stirre with no striffe but stande stone still,
Or by t+he lorde t+hat me liffe lente I schall garre you \#lowte me,
And all schall byde in my bale t+hat wirkis noy+ot my will.
Ye rebaldis t+hat regnys in t+his rowte,
Y+Oe stynte of youre steuenyng so stowte,
Or with t+his brande t+hat dere is to doute
All to dede I schall dryue you t+his day.
For sir Pilate of Pounce as prince am Y preued,
As renke moste royall in richeste array,
T+Her is no berne in t+his burgh has me aboute heuyd,
But he sekis me for souereyne, in certayne Y saie,
To knawe.
Therfore take hede to youre lordis estate,
T+Hat none jangill nor jolle at my y+oate,
Nor no man to grath hym no gate
Tille I haue seggid and saide all my sawe.
For I ame t+he luffeliest lappid and laide,
With feetour full faire in my face,
My forhed both brente is and brade
And myne eyne t+hei glittir like t+he gleme in t+he glasse.
And t+he hore t+hat hillis my heed
Is even like to t+he golde wyre,
My chekis are bothe ruddy and reede
And my coloure as cristall is cleere.
Ther is no prince preuyd vndir palle
But I ame moste myghty of all to behold,
Nor no kyng but he schall come to my call,
Nor grome t+hat dare greue me for golde.
Sir Kayphas, thurgh counsaill t+hi clergy is kid,
For thy counsaille is knowyn for connand and clere;
And sir Anna, t+hyn aunswer aught not to be hidde,
For t+hou is one and is abill and aught to be nere
In parlament playne.
And I am prince pereles youre poyntis to enquere:
How saie y+oe Jues of Jesus, t+hat swayne?
Haue done sirs, sais on youre sawis,
What tytill nowe haue y+oe \#vntill hym
And lely y+oe loke vppon youre lawes?
Saye, why sente y+oe so sone for to spille hym?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Anna   Anna
\N41 Sir, t+hat is prince and lorde of oure laye,
That traitour vntrewe t+hat ye of telle vs,
Nowe certayne and sone t+he soth schall I saie
It is Jesus t+hat japer t+hat Judas ganne selle vs.
He marres oure men in all t+hat he may,
\#His merueylis full mekill is mustered emelle vs,
That faitoure so false.
He dois many derffe dedis on oure Sabotte day,
T+Hat vnconnand conjeon he castis hym to quelle vs,
Fro man onto man he will compelle vs
And vndo you and ourselffe als.
Youreselffe he will fordo
And he halde furth t+his space,
And all t+his Jurie to
Yf t+hat ye graunte hym grace.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N56 Sir Anna, t+his aunswere allow I no thyng,
I halde it but hatereden, t+his artikill hale;
And therfore ser busshoppe, at my biddyng,
Do telle me nowe trewly t+he texte of t+his tale.
Do termyne it trewly and tyte
And lely y+oe lede it by t+he lawe;
Felonye or falsed euyn here I defie it-+-
Saie me sadly t+he soth, for loue or for awe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Caiph. Caiphas
\N64 Sir Pilate, t+he talis t+he traitoure has tolde,
It heuys vs in harte full haly to here t+ham.
T+He warlowe with his wilis he wenys t+ham to wolde,
T+He ladde with his lesyngis full lightly gan lere t+ham.
Full tyte will he take t+ham vntill hym
And he t+hus forth go with his gaudis,
Or speche ouersprede-+-y+oa, bettir is to spille hym,
The faitoure is so felle with his false fraudis.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N72 Youre aunsweres is hedouse and hatefull to here.
Hadde I \#not herde hym and myselfe had hym sene
Yitt y+oe myght haue made me to trowe you intere;
But faute in hym I fynde none, but conande and clene.
For conande and clene can I \#clere hym,
No faute can I fynde to reffuse hym,
I hope yitt in haste y+oe schall here hym
Whanne he comys to racleyme-+-t+han may y+oe cuse hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N80 Lorde, fele of his ferles in faith haue we fonne,
Yone harlotte heuys oure hartis full of hate ire.
He sais hymselffe t+hat he is Goddis sone
And schall sitte on t+he right hande beside his awne sire.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N84 T+Her talis is full trewe t+hat we telle.
On t+he raynebowe t+he rebalde it redis,
He sais he schall haue vs to heuene or to hell
To deme vs aday aftir oure dedis.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N88 To deme vs, in t+he deuyll name? Say whedir? Saie whedir, to  t+he deuyll?
What, dastardis, wene ye be wiser t+han we?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N90 Mi lorde, with youre leue, we neuen \#it for non ill,
He has mustered his mervayles to mo t+han to me.
Mi souerayne lorde, yone sauterell he sais
He schall caste doune oure tempill, noy+ot for to layne,
And dresse it vppe dewly within thre daies
Als wele as it was, full goodely agayne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Anna   Anna
\N96 Y+Oa sir, and on oure awne Sabott day
T+Hanne werkis he werkis full wele.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N98 We, fye on hym, faitour, for ay,
For t+hei are darke dedis of t+he deuyll.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Caiph. Caiphas
\N100 Sir, a noysomemare note newly is noysed
T+Hat greuis me more t+han any kynne thyng,
He claymes hym clerly till a kyngdome of Jewes
And callis hymselffe oure comeliest kyng.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N104 Kyng, in t+he deuillis name? We, fye on hym, dastard.
What, wenys t+hat woode warlowe ouere-wyn vs t+hus \#wightly?
A begger of Bedlem, borne as a bastard?
Nowe by Lucifer, \#lach I t+hat ladde I leue hym not lightly.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Anna   Anna
\N108 Sir, t+he harlotte is at Heroudes hall euyn her at your hande.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N109 I sente to \#hym t+hat warlowe, t+he deuyll myght hym wery.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Caiph. Caiphas
\N110 It langis to youre lordschippe be lawe of t+his land
As souerayne youreselffe to sitte of enquery.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Anna   Anna
\N112 Sir, t+he traitoure has tolde vs mo trufullis truly
Wolde tene you full tyte and we you t+ham tolde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N114 Nowe be Beliall bonis t+hat boy schall abie
And bring on his bak a burdeyne of golde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Fil.1  Filius 1
\N116 Mi lorde t+hat is ledar of lawis of t+his lande,
Y+Oe sente hym yourselfe to Herowde t+he kyng
And sais, `T+He dome of t+hat doge lies holy in your hande,
To deme hym or lose hym at youre likyng'.
And t+hus y+oe comaunded youre knyghtis for to saie;
For sir Heroude will serche hym full sore,
So t+hat he wende with no wilis away-+-
And t+herfore, my goode lorde, moue you no more.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Caiph. Caiphas
\N124 Nowe certis t+his was wele saide.
But sir, wille y+oe sese nowe and we schall se syne?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N126 Sir Kayphas and Anna, right so nowe I thynke.
Sittis, in Mahoundis blissing, and aske vs t+he wyne-+-
Y+Oe knyghtis of my courte, comaundis vs to drynke.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Judas  Judas
\N129 Allas for woo t+hat I was wrought
Or euere I come be kynde or kynne,
I banne t+he bonys t+hat me furth brought,
Woo worthe t+he wombe t+hat I bredde ynne.
So may I bidde,
For I so falsely did to hym
T+Hat vnto me grete kyndnesse kidde.
T+He purse with his spens aboute I bare,
T+Her was none trowed so wele as I.
Of me he triste, no man mare,
And I betrayed hym traytourly
With a false trayne.
Sakles I solde his blessid body
Vnto Jues for to be slayne.
To slaa my souereyne assente I
And tolde t+hem t+he tyme of his takyng,
Shamously myselfe t+hus schente I
So sone for to sente to his slayng.
Nowe wiste I howe he myght passe t+hat payne;
To loke t+hat howe beste bote myght be
Vnto t+he Jues I will agayne
To saue hym-+-he myght passe free,
T+His ware my will.
Lorde, welthe and worschippe mot with yow be.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N153 What tythandis, Judas, tellis t+hou vs till?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Judas  Judas
\N154 My tydyngis are tenefull, I telle y+oou
Sir Pilate, t+herfore I you praye,
My maistir t+hat I gune selle y+oou,
Gode lorde, late hym wende on his way.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Caiph. Caiphas
\N158 Nay, nedelyngis Judas, t+hat we denye.
What mynde or mater has moued t+he t+hus?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Judas  Judas
\N160 Sir, I haue synned full greuously,
Betraied t+hat rightwisse bloode, Jesus
And maistir myne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Caiph. Caiphas
\N163 Bewscher, what is t+hat till vs?
T+He perill and t+he plight is thyne.
Thyne is t+he wronge, t+hou wroughte it.
T+Hou hight vs full trulye to take hym,
And oures is t+he bargayne, we boughte \#it-+-
Loo, we are alle sente for to slee hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Judas  Judas
\N169 Allas, t+hat may me rewe full ill
Giffe y+oe assente hym for to slaa.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N171 Why, what wolde t+hou t+hat we did t+hertill?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Judas  Judas
\N172 I praie you goode lorde, late hym gaa,
And here is of me youre paymente \#playne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Caiph. Caiphas
\N174 Naie, we will noght so,
We bought hym for he schulde be slayne.
To slee hym t+hiselffe t+hou \#assentit,
T+His wate t+hou wondirly wele.
What right is nowe to repente \#it?
T+Hou schapist t+hiselffe vnseele.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Anna   Anna
\N180 Do waie Judas, t+hou dose for noght,
Thy wordis I warne t+he are in waste.
Thyselffe to selle hym whanne t+hou vs sought,
T+Hou was agaynste hym t+hanne t+he moste
Of vs ilkan.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Caiph. Caiphas
\N185 We schall be venged on hym in haste,
Whedir t+hat euere he wille or none.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N187 T+Her wordis t+hat t+hou nenys noght nedis it,
T+Hou onhanged harlott, harke what I saie;
Spare of thy spekyng, noght spedis it,
Or walke oute at t+he dore in t+he deuill way.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Judas  Judas
\N191 Why will ye t+hanne noy+ot latte hym passe
And haue of me agayne youre paie?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N193 I telle t+he traytoure, I wille it noght.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Judas  Judas
\N194 Allas, t+hanne am I lorne
Bot+he bone and bloode.
Allas t+he while so may I saie,
That euere I sente to spille his bloode.
To saue his bloode sirs, I saie youe,
And takes you t+hare youre payment hole.
Spare for to spille hym I praye youe,
Ellis brewe y+oe me full mekill bale.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N202 Nay, heriste t+hou Judas, t+hou schall agayne,
We will it nouy+ot. What deuyll art t+hou?
When t+hou vs sought t+hou was full fayne
Of t+his money. What aylis t+he nowe
For to repente?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Judas  Judas
\N207 Agayne sirs here I giffe it you,
And saue hym t+hat he be noy+ot schent.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N209 To schende hym thyselfe has t+he schamed,
T+Hou may lathe with t+hi liffe t+hat t+hou ledis,
Fondely as a false foole t+hiselffe has famed,
Therfore t+he deuyll t+he droune for thy darfe dedis.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Judas  Judas
\N213 I knawe my trespasse and my gilte,
It is so grete it garres me grise;
Me is full woo he schulde be spilte,
Might I hym saue of any wise
Wele were me t+han.
Saue hym sirs-+-to youre seruise
I will me bynde to be your man.
Youre bondeman, lorde, to be
Nowe euere will I bynde me.
Sir Pilate, ye may trowe me,
Full faithfull schall y+oe fynde me.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N224 Fynde t+he faithfull? A, foule mot t+he falle
Or t+hou come in oure companye,
For by Mahoundes bloode t+hou wolde selle vs all.
Thi seruice will we noght, \#forthy
T+Hou art vnknowen.
Fals tiraunte, for t+hi traitoury
T+Hou art \#wort+hi to be hanged and drawen.
Hanged and drawen schulde t+hou be, \#knave,
And t+hou had right, by all goode reasoune.
Thi maistirs bloode t+hou biddist vs saue
And t+hou was firste t+hat did hym treasoune.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Judas  Judas
\N235 I cry y+oou mercy lorde, on me rewe,
T+His werryd wight t+hat wronge has wrought.
Haue mercy on my maistir trewe
T+Hat I haue in youre bandome brought
\N238 [...       ...]
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N239 Goo jape t+he Judas, and neuen it noght,
Nor move vs of t+his matere more.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Anna   Anna
\N241 No more of t+his matere t+hou move t+he,
T+Hou momeland mytyng emell,
Oure poynte expresse her reproues t+he
Of felonye falsely and felle.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Caiph. Caiphas
\N245 He grucchis noy+ot to graunte his gilte,
Why schonnys t+hou noy+ot to shewe t+hi schame?
We bought hym for he schulde be spilte,
All same we were consente to t+he same
And t+hiselffe als.
T+Hou feyned noy+ot for to defame,
T+Hou saide he was a traytoure fals.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N252 Y+Oaa, and for a false faitoure
Thyselffe full fully gon \#file hym-+-
O t+hat was a trante of a traytour,
So sone t+hou schulde goo to begile hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N256 What, wolde t+hou t+hat we lete hym ga,
Yone weried wight t+hat wrought such wronge?
We will noght lose oure bargayne swaa,
So lightely for to late hym gang.
And reson why?
Latte we t+hat lotterell liffe ought long
It will be fonde, in faith, foly.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N263 Yone folte, for no \#fooles schall he fynde vs.
We wotte all full wele howe it was
His maistir whanne he gune bringe vs,
He praied yow my goode lord late hym not passe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N267 Nay, sertis, he schalle noy+ot passe free
T+Hat we for oure mony has paied.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Judas  Judas
\N269 Take it agayne t+hat y+oe toke me
And saue hym fro t+hat bittir braide,
T+Han were I fayne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Anna   Anna
\N272 Itt serues of noght t+hat t+hou has saide,
And therfore takis it tyte agayne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N274 Tyte agayne, traytoure, t+hou take it,
We wille it noght welde within oure wolde.
Y+Oitt schalte t+hou noy+ot, sawterell, \#t+hus sune forsake it,
For I schall sers hym myselffe sen t+hou has hym solde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Caiph. Caiphas
\N278 Forsake it in faith, t+hat he ne schall,
For we will halde hym t+hat we haue.
The payment chenys t+he withall,
The thar no nodir comenaunte craue
\N281 [...    ...]
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Judas  Judas
\N282 Sen y+oe assente hym for to slaa,
Vengeaunce I crie on you ilkone.
Ilkane I crie, t+he deuill fordo youe,
And t+hat myghte I both here and see.
Herde heuenyng here I wnto youe,
For sorowe onsought ye on me se.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Caiph. Caiphas
\N288 Whe, fye on the, traytoure attaynte, at t+his tyde,
Of treasoune t+hou tyxste hym t+hat triste t+he for trewe.
Do buske t+he henne, brothell, no lenger t+hou abide,
For if t+hou do, all t+hi respouns sare schall t+he rewe.
Say, wote t+hou noght who is I?
Nowe be my nociens, myght I negh nere t+he,
In certayne, ladde, yitt schulde I lere t+he
To lordis to speke curtaisely.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N296 Go thy gatis, geddlyng, and greue vs no more.
Leffe of t+hi talke, t+he deuill mot t+he hange.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Judas  Judas
\N298 T+Hat att y+oe toke me, take it you t+here,
Ther with youre maistrie make yowe emange
And clayme it you clene,
Me lathes with my liff, so liffe I to lang,
My traitourfull torne he turment my tene.
Sen for my treasoune haue I tane vnto me,
Me thare aske no mercy, for none mon Y gete.
Therfore in haste myselffe schall fordo me,
Allas t+he harde while t+hat euere ete I meete.
Thus schall I marke my mytyng meede
And wirke me wreke with harte and will,
To spille myselffe nowe wille I spede,
For sadly haue I seruyd t+hertill.
So walaway
T+Hat euere I was in witte or wille
T+Hat tristy trewe for to betraye.
Allas, who may I meue to,
Shall I me take non othir reede?
Miselffe in haste I schall fordoo
And take me nowe vnto my dede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Caiph. Caiphas
\N318 Haue done nowe sir Pilate, late se what y+oe saie
As touchyng t+his money t+hat we here haue,
T+Hat Judas in a wreth has wauyd away
And keste vs crabbidly, t+hat cursed knave.
How saie y+oe t+herby?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Anna   Anna
\N323 Sir, sen he it slang we schall it saue.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Caiph. Caiphas
\N324 Tite truste it tille oure tresorie.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N325 Nay sir, noght soo.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Caiph. Caiphas
\N325 Why sir, how t+han?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N326 Sir, it schall nouy+ot combre vs nor come in oure corbonan.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Caiph. Caiphas
\N327 No, tille oure tresory certayne farther schall it nought.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N328 And se youreselffe soth certayne and \#skill
It is price of t+he bloode t+hat we with it boght,
Therfore some othir poynte I purpose it till,
And t+hus I deuyse:
A spotte of erthe for to by wayte nowe I will,
To berie in pilgrimes t+hat by t+he wey dies.
Pilgrimes and palmeres to putte t+here-+-
Sir Kaiphas and Anna, assente y+oe t+herto?-+-
And ot+here false felons t+hat we forfare.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Anna   Anna
\N337 As y+oe deme lorde, so wille we doo.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Armig. Armiger
\N338 Hayle sir Pilate perles, and prince of t+his empire,
Haile t+he gaiest on grounde in golde t+her y+oe glide,
Haile t+he louffeliest lorde of lyme and of lyre,
And all t+he soferans semely t+hat sittith t+he beside.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N342 What wolde t+hou?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Armig. Armiger
\N342 A worde lorde, and wende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N343 Nowe t+hou arte welcome iwisse.
But delyuere t+he lightly withouten any lette,
We haue no tome all day to tente onto t+he.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Armig. Armiger
\N346 A place here-beside lorde wolde I wedde-sette.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N347 What title has t+hou t+herto? Is it t+hyne awne free?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Armig. Armiger
\N348 Lorde, fre be my fredome me fallis it,
T+His tale is full trewe t+hat I telle y+oou,
And Caluary-locus men callis it.
I wolle it wedde-sette, but not for to selle y+oou.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N352 What wolde t+hou borowe, bewshire? Belyve late me se.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Armig. Armiger
\N353 If it ware youre lekyng, my lorde, for to lene it,
xxx^t^^i^ pens I wolde y+oe lente onto me.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Caiph. Caiphas
\N355 Yis bewshire, t+hat schall t+hou haue.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N356 Shewe vs thi dedis and haue here t+hi mony.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Armig. Armiger
\N357 Haue her gode lord, but loke y+oe t+hame saue.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N358 Y+Ois certis, we schall saue t+hame full soundely,
And ellis do we noght dewly oure deuere.
Faste, freke, for thy faith, on thy fote fonde t+he,
For fro t+his place, bewschere, I soile t+he foreuere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Armig. Armiger
\N362 Now sorowe on such socoure as I haue soght,
For all my tresoure thurgh tresoune I tyne.
I tyne it vntrewly by tresoune,
T+Herfore nowe my way will I wende,
For y+oe do me no right nor no resoune
I betake you all to t+he fende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N368 Nowe certis we are serued att all,
T+His place is purchesed full propirly.
The Felde of Bloode loke y+oe it call,
I you comaunde ilkone forthy.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Caiph. Caiphas
\N372 Sir, as y+oe comaunde vs call it schall we soo.
But my lorde, with youre leue, we may lende her no lengar,
But faste late vs founde to fang on oure foo,
Y+Oone gedlyng ongodly has brewed vs grete angir.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Anna   Anna
\N376 Do way sir busshoppe, and be not abaste,
For loste is all oure lekyng, lepe he so light.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Caiph. Caiphas
\N378 Nay sir, he schall not trusse so tite, and t+hat be y+oe traste,
For it wynnes vs no worschippe t+he werkis of yone wight,
But grete angir.
Forthy late vs dresse vs his deth for to dite,
And late we t+his lotterell leue her no lengar.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N383 Sir Kayphas, thurgh counsaile comaunde we our knyghtis
To wacche on yone warlowe what way t+hat he wendis.
Do dresse y+oou nowe dewly, to yone doderon y+oou dightis
And lette noy+ot to laite hym in lande where he lendis,
Nor leuys hym noy+ot lightly.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N388 In faith we schall fette hym full farre fro his frendis.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.32    JR:Pilate Pilate
\N389 Nowe walkis on in t+he wanyand and wende youre way wightely.
\LDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N1 Lordyngis t+hat are lymett to t+he lare of my liaunce,
Y+Oe schappely schalkes and schene for to schawe,
I charge y+oou as y+oour chiftan t+hat y+oe chatt for no chaunce,
But loke to youre lord here and lere at my lawe-+-
As a duke I may dampne y+oou and drawe.
Many bernys bolde are aboute me,
And what knyght or knave I may knawe
T+Hat list noy+ot as a lord for to lowte me,
I sall lere hym
In the deueles name, t+hat dastard, to dowte me-+-
Y+Oa, who werkis any werkes withoute me,
I sall charge hym in chynes to chere hym.
Tharfore y+oe lusty ledes within t+his lenght lapped,
Do stynte of y+ooure stalkyng and of stoutnes be stalland.
What \#traytoure his tong with tales has trapped,
That fende for his flateryng full foull sall be falland.
What broll ouere-brathely is bralland
Or vnsoftely will sege in t+her sales,
T+Hat caysteffe t+hus carpand and calland
As a boy sall be broght vnto bales.
T+Herfore
Talkes not nor trete not of tales,
For t+hat gome t+hat gyrnes or gales,
I myself sall \#hym hurte full sore.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Anna   Anna
\N25 Y+Oe sall sytt hym full sore, what sege will assay y+oou;
If he like not youre lordshippe, t+hat ladde, sall y+oe lere hym
As a pereles prince full prestly to pay y+oou,
Or as a derworth duke with dyntes sall y+oe dere hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Caiph. Caiphas
\N29 Y+Oaa, in faythe y+oe haue force for to fere hym,
Thurgh youre manhede and myght bes he marred.
No chyualrus chiftan may chere hym
Fro that churll with charge y+oe haue charred
\N32 [...      ...]
In pynyng payne bees he parred.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Anna   Anna
\N34 Y+Oaa, and with schath of skelpys yll scarred
Fro tyme t+hat youre tene he haue tasted.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N36 Now certes, as me semes, whoso sadly has soght y+oou,
Y+Ooure praysyng is prophetable y+oe prelates of pees.
Gramercy y+ooure goode worde, and vngayne sall it noy+ot you
That y+oe will say the sothe and for no sege cese.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Caiph. Caiphas
\N40 Elles were it pite+' we appered in t+his prees-+-
But consayue how y+ooure knyghtes ere command.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Anna   Anna
\N42 Y+Oa my lord, t+hat leve y+oe no lese,
I can telle you y+oou tydes sum \#tythand
Ful sadde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N45 Se, they bring y+ooone brolle in a bande.
We sall here nowe hastely at hand
What vnhappe before Herowde he had.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N48 Hayll louelyest lorde t+hat euere lawe led y+oitt,
Hayll semelyest vndre \#sylke on euere ilka syde,
Hayll stateliest on stede in strenghe t+hat is sted y+oitt,
Hayll liberall, hayll lusty to lordes allied.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N52 Welcome, what tydandis t+his tyde?
Late no langgage lightly nowe lette y+oou.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N54 Sir Herowde ser, it is noght to hyde,
As his gud frende grathely he grete yowe
Foreuere.
In what manere t+hat euere he mete y+oou,
By hymselfe full sone wille he sette y+oou
And sais t+hat y+oe sall not disseuer.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N60 I thanke hym full thraly; and ser, I saie hym t+he same-+-
But what meruelous materes dyd t+his myron t+her mell?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N62 For all t+he lordis langage his lipps, ser, wer lame;
For any spirringes in t+hat space no speche walde he spell,
Bot domme as a dore gon he dwell.
T+Hus no faute in hym gon he fynde,
For his dedis to deme hym to qwell,
Nor in bandis hym brathely to bynde;
And t+hus
He sente hym to youreself, and assynde
T+Hat we, youre knyghtis, suld be clenly enclyned
And tyte with hym to you to trus.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N72 Syrs, herkens, here y+oe not what we haue oppon hand?
Loo howe t+here knyghtes carpe t+hat to t+he kyng cared.
Syr Herowde, t+hai say, no faute in me fand,
He fest me to his frenschippe, so frendly he fared,
Moreover sirs, he spake-+-and noght spared-+-
Full gentilly to Jesu, t+his Jewe,
And sithen to ther knyghtis declared
How fawtes in hym fande he but fewe
To dye.
He taste hym, I telle y+oou for trewe,
For to dere hym he demed vndewe,
And sirs, ye sothly saie I.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Caiph. Caiphas
\N84 Sir Pilate oure prince, we prelatis nowe pray y+oou
Sen Herowde fraysted no fert+her t+his faitour to flaye,
Resayue in y+oour sall t+her sawes t+hat I saie y+oou.
Late bryng hym to barre and at his berde sall we baye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Anna   Anna
\N88 Y+Oa, for and he wende t+hus by wiles away
I wate wele he wirke will vs wondre.
Oure meny+oe+' he marres t+hat he may,
With his seggynges he settes t+ham in sondre,
With synne;
With his blure he bredis mekill blondre.
Whills y+oe haue hym nowe haldes hym vndir-+-
We sall wery hym away yf he wynne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Caiph. Caiphas
\N96 Sir, no tyme is to tarie t+his traytour to taste.
Agayne ser Cesar hymselfe he segges, and saies
All t+he wightis in this world wirkis in waste
T+Hat takis hym any tribute-+-t+hus his teching outrayes.
Y+Oitt forther he feynes slik affraies,
And sais t+hat hymself is God son.
And ser, oure lawe leggis and layes
In what faytour falsed is fon
Suld be slayne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N105 For no schame hym to shende will we shon.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Anna   Anna
\N106 Sir, witnesse of t+his wanes may be wonne,
T+Hat will telle t+his withowten any trayne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Caiph. Caiphas
\N108 I can reken a rable of renkes full right,
Of perte men in prese fro this place ar I pas,
T+Hat will witnesse, I warande, t+he wordis of t+his wight,
How wikkidly wrought t+hat t+his wrecche has:
Simon, Y+Oarus and Judas,
Datan and Gamaliell,
Neptalim, Leui and Lucas,
And Amys t+his maters can mell
Togithere.
T+Her tales for trewe can they telle
Of this faytour t+hat false is and felle,
And in legyng of lawes ful lithre.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N120 Y+Oa, tussch for youre tales, t+hai touche not entente.
T+Her witnesse I warande t+hat to witnesse y+oe wage,
Some hatred in ther hartis agaynes hym haue hent
And purpose be this processe to putt doun t+his page.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Caiph. Caiphas
\N124 Sir, in faith vs fallith not to fage,
T+Hai are trist men and true t+hat we telle y+oou.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N126 Youre swering, seris, swiftely y+oe swage,
And no more in this maters ye mell y+oou
I charge.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Anna   Anna
\N129 Sir, dispise not t+his speche t+hat we spell you.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N130 If y+oe feyne slike frawdis I sall felle y+oou,
For me likis noght youre langage so large.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Caiph. Caiphas
\N132 Oure langage is to large, but y+ooure lordshipp releue vs.
Y+Oitt we both beseke you late brynge hym to barre;
What poyntes t+hat we putte forth latt your presence appreue vs-+-
Y+Oe sall here how t+his harlott heldes out of herre.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N136 Y+Oa, butt be wise, witty, and warre.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Anna   Anna
\N137 Y+Ois sir, drede y+oou noy+ot for nothyng we doute hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N138 Fecche hym, he is noght right ferre-+-
Do bedell, buske t+he abowte hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Preco  Preco
\N140 I am fayne
My lorde for to lede hym or lowte hym.
Vncleth hym, clappe hym and clowte hym
If y+oe bid me I am buxhome and bayne.
Knyghtis, y+oe er commaundid with t+his caityf to care,
And bryng hym to barre, and so my lord badd.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N146 Is t+his thy messege?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Preco  Preco
\N146 Y+Oa sir.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N146 T+Han moue t+he no mare,
For we ar light for to leppe and lede forthe \#t+his ladd.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N148 Do steppe furth; in striffe ert t+hou stadde,
I vphalde full euyll has t+he happed.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N150 O man, thy mynde is full madde,
In oure clukis to be clowted and clapped
And closed.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N153 T+Hou bes lassched, lusschyd and lapped.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N154 Y+Oa, rowted, russhed and rapped,
T+Hus thy \#name with noye sall be noysed.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N156 Loo this sege her, my souerayne, t+hat y+oe for sente.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N157 Wele, stirre noy+ot fro t+hat stede, but stande stille t+hare.
Bot he schappe som shrewdnesse with shame bese he shente,
And I will frayst in faith to frayne of \#his fare.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Caiph. Caiphas
\N160 We! Outte! Stande may I noy+ot, so I stare.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Anna   Anna
\N161 Y+Oa, harrowe of this traytour with tene.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N162 Say renkes, what rewth gars you rare?
Er ye woode or wittles I wene?
What eyles y+oou?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Caiph. Caiphas
\N165 Out, slike a sight suld be sene.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Anna   Anna
\N166 Y+Oa, allas, conquered ar we clene.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N167 We, ere y+oe fonde, or youre force fayles y+oou?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Caiph. Caiphas
\N168 A, ser, saugh y+oe noy+ot t+his sight, how t+hat t+her schaftes schuke,
And thez baneres to this brothel t+hai bowde all on brede?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Anna   Anna
\N170 Y+Oa, ther cursed knyghtes by crafte lete them croke
To worshippe t+his warlowe vnworthy in wede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N172 Was it dewly done t+hus indede?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Caiph. Caiphas
\N173 Y+Oa, y+oa sir, oureselfe we it sawe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N174 We, spitte on them, ill mott t+hai spede-+-
Say \#dastardes, t+he deuyll mote y+oou drawe,
How dar y+oe
T+Her baners on brede t+hat her blawe
Lat lowte to t+his lurdan so lawe?
O faytouris, with falshed how fare y+oe?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.3  Miles 3
\N180 We beseke you and tho seniouris beside y+oou sir sitte,
With none of oure gouernaunce to be greuous and gryll,
For it lay not in oure lott t+her launces to lett,
And t+his werke t+hat we haue wrought it was not oure will.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N184 T+Hou lise-+-harstow lurdan?-+-full ille.
Wele t+hou watte if t+hou witnes it walde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.4  Miles 4
\N186 Sir, oure strengh myght noy+ot stabill t+ham stille,
They hilded for ought we couthe halde,
Oure vnwittyng.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.5  Miles5
\N189 For all oure fors in faith did t+hai folde
As t+his warlowe worschippe t+hai wolde-+-
And vs semid, forsoth, it vnsittyng.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Caiph. Caiphas
\N192 A, vnfrendly faytours, full fals is youre fable,
T+His segge with his suttelte+' to his seett hat+h you sesid.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.6  Miles 6
\N194 Y+Oe may say what you semes ser, bot t+her standerdes to stabill
What freyke hym enforces full foull sall he be fesid.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Anna   Anna
\N196 Be t+he deuyllis nese, y+oe ar doggydly diseasid-+-
A, henne-harte, ill happe mot y+oou hente.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N198 For a whapp so he whyned and whesid,
And y+oitt no lasshe to t+he lurdan was lente.
Foul fall y+oou.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.3  Miles 3
\N201 Sir, iwisse no wiles we haue wente.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N202 Shamefully y+oou satt to be shente,
Here combred caystiffes I call y+oou.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.4  Miles 4
\N204 Sen y+oou lykis not, my lord, oure langage to leve,
Latte bryng the biggest men t+hat abides in t+his land
Propirly in youre presence t+her pouste+' to preve;
Beholde t+hat they helde nott fro t+hei haue t+haim in hand.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N208 Now y+oe er ferdest t+hat euere I fand,
Fy on youre faynte hertis in feere.
Stir t+he, no langer t+hou stande
T+Hou bedell, t+his bodworde t+hou bere
Thurgh t+his towne,
T+He wyghtest men vnto were
And t+he strangest t+her standerdis to stere,
Hider blithely bid t+ham be bowne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Preco  Preco
\N216 My souerayne, full sone sall be serued youre sawe,
I sall bryng to t+her baneres right bigg men and strange.
A company of keuellis in this contre+' I knawe
That grete ere and grill, to t+he gomes will I gange.
Say, ye ledis botht lusty and lange,
Y+Oe most passe to ser Pilate apace.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N222 If we wirke not his wille it wer wrang,
We ar redy to renne on a race
And rayke.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Preco  Preco
\N225 Then tarie not, but tryne on a trace
And folow me fast to his face.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N227 Do lede vs, vs lykes wele t+his lake.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Preco  Preco
\N228 Lorde, here are t+he biggest bernes t+hat bildis in this burgh,
Most stately and strange if with strenght t+hai be streyned.
Leve me ser, I lie not, to loke t+his lande thurgh,
T+Hai er myghtiest men with manhode demened.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N232 Wate t+hou wele, or ellis has t+hou wenyd?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Preco  Preco
\N233 Sir, I wate wele withoute wordis moo.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Caiph. Caiphas
\N234 In thy tale be not taynted nor tenyd.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Preco  Preco
\N235 We, nay ser, why shuld I be soo?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N236 Wele t+han,
We sall frayst or they founde vs fer fro
To what game t+hai begynne for to go.
Sir Cayphas, declare t+ham y+oe can.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Caiph. Caiphas
\N240 Y+Oe lusty ledis, nowe lith to my lare,
Schappe y+oou to t+her schaftis t+hat so schenely her schyne.
If y+oon baners bowe t+he brede of an hare
Platly y+oe be putte to perpetuell pyne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N244 I sall holde t+his as even as a lyne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Anna   Anna
\N245 Whoso schakis with schames he shendes.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N246 I, certayne I saie as for myne,
Whan it sattles or sadly discendis
Whare I stande-+-
When it wryngis or wronge it wendis,
Outher bristis, barkis, or bendes-+-
Hardly lat hakke of myn hande.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N252 Sirs, waites to t+her wightis t+hat no wiles be wrought,
T+Hai are burely and brode, t+hare bost haue t+hai blowen.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Anna   Anna
\N254 To neven of t+hat nowe ser it nedis right noght,
For who curstely hym quytes he sone sall be knawen.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Caiph. Caiphas
\N256 Y+Oa, t+hat dastard to dede sall be drawen,
Whoso fautis he fouly sall falle.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N258 Nowe knyghtis, sen t+he cokkis has crowen,
Haue hym hense with hast fra this halle
His wayes.
Do stiffely steppe on t+his stalle,
Make a crye, and cantely t+hou call
Euene like as ser Annay t+he sais.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Anna   Anna
\N264 Oyes. Jesu, t+hou Jewe of gentill Jacob kynne,
T+Hou nerthrist of Nazareth, now neuend is t+hi name.
Alle creatures t+he accuses. We commaunde t+he comme in
And aunswer to t+hin enemys; deffende now thy fame.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Caiph. Caiphas
\N268 We! Out! We are shente alle for shame,
T+His is wrasted all wrange as I wene.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Anna   Anna
\N270 For all t+her boste y+oone boyes are to blame.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N271 Slike a sight was neuere y+oit sene.
Come sytt,
My comforth was caught fro me clene-+-
I vpstritt, I \#me myght noy+ot abstene
To wirschip hym in wark and in witte.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Caiph. Caiphas
\N276 T+Herof meruayled we mekill what moued y+oou in mynde
In reuerence of t+his ribald so rudely to ryse.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N278 I was past all my powre t+hogh I payned me and pynd,
I wrought not as I wolde in no maner of wise.
Bot syrs, my spech wele aspise:
Wightly his wayes late hym wende,
T+Hus my dome will dewly deuyse,
For I am ferde hym in faith to offende
In sightes.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Anna   Anna
\N285 T+Han oure lawe were laght till an ende
To his tales if y+oe treuly attende-+-
He enchaunted and \#charmed oure knyghtis.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Caiph. Caiphas
\N288 Be his sorcery, ser-+-youreselffe t+he soth sawe-+-
He charmed oure chyualers and with myscheffe enchaunted.
To reuerence hym ryally we rase all on rowe;
Doutles we endure not of t+his dastard be daunted.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N292 Why, what harmes has t+his hatell here haunted?
I kenne to \#convyk hym no cause.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Anna   Anna
\N294 To all gomes he God son hym graunted
And liste not to leve on oure lawes.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N296 Say man,
Consayues t+hou noy+ot what comberous clause
T+Hat t+his clargye accusyng t+he knawse?
Speke, and excuse t+he if t+hou can.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Jesus  Jesus
\N300 Euery man has a mouthe t+hat made is on molde
In wele and in woo to welde at his will,
If he gouerne it gudly like as God wolde
For his spirituale speche hym \#thar not to spill.
And what gome so gouerne it ill,
Full vnhendly and ill sall he happe;
Of ilk tale t+hou talkis vs vntill
T+Hou accounte sall, t+hou can not escappe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N308 Sirs myne,
Y+Oe fonne in faithe, all t+he frappe,
For in t+his lede no lese can I lappe
Nor no poynte to putt hym to pyne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Caiph. Caiphas
\N312 Withoute cause ser we come not t+his carle to accuse hym,
And t+hat will we y+oe witt as wele is worthy.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N314 Now I recorde wele t+he right y+oe will no rat+here refuse hym
To he be dreuen to his dede and demed to dye;
But takes hym vnto you forthe+',
And like as youre lawe will you lere,
Deme y+oe his body to abye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Anna   Anna
\N319 O, sir Pilate withouten any pere,
Do way,
Y+Oe wate wele withouten any were
Vs falles not, nor oure felowes in feere,
To slo no \#man-+-youreself t+he soth say..
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N324 Why suld I deme to dede t+han withoute deseruyng in dede?
But I haue herde al haly why in hertes y+oe hym hate.
He is fautles, in faith, and so God mote me spede
I graunte hym my gud will to gang on his gate.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Caiph. Caiphas
\N328 Nought so ser, for wele y+oe it wate,
To be kyng he claymeth, with croune,
And whoso stoutely will steppe to t+hat state
Y+Oe suld deme ser, to be dong doune
And dede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N333 Sir, trulye t+hat touched to treasoune,
And or I remewe he rewe sall t+hat reasoune,
And or I stalke or stirre fro t+his stede.
Sir knyghtis t+hat ar comly, take t+his caystiff in keping,
Skelpe hym with scourges and with skathes hym scorne.
Wrayste and wrynge hym to, for wo to he be wepyng,
And t+han bryng hym before vs as he was beforne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N340 He may banne t+he tyme he was borne,
Sone sall he be serued as y+oe saide vs.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Anna   Anna
\N342 Do wappe of his wedis t+hat are worne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N343 All redy ser, we haue arayde vs.
Haue done,
To t+his broll late vs buske vs and brayde vs
As ser Pilate has propirly prayde vs.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.3  Miles 3
\N347 We sall sette to hym sadly sone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.4  Miles 4
\N348 Late vs gete of his gere, God giffe hym ille grace.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N349 T+Hai ere tytt of tite lo, take t+her his trasshes.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.3  Miles 3
\N350 Nowe knytte hym in t+his corde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N350 I am cant in t+his case.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.4  Miles 4
\N351 He is bun faste-+-nowe bete on with bittir brasshis.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N352 Go on, lepis, hary+oe+' lordingis, with lasshes,
And enforce we, t+his faitour, to flay hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N354 Late vs driffe to hym derfly with dasshes,
Alle rede with oure rowtes we aray hym
And rente hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.3  Miles 3
\N357 For my parte I am prest for to pay hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.4  Miles 4
\N358 Y+Oa, sende hym sorow, assaye hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N359 Take hym t+hat I haue tome for to tente hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N360 Swyng to this swyre to swiftely he swete.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.3  Miles 3
\N361 Swete may t+his swayne for sweght of our swappes.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.4  Miles 4
\N362 Russhe on this rebald and hym rathely rehete.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N363 Rehete hym I rede you with rowtes and rappes.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N364 For all oure noy t+his nygard he nappes.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.3  Miles 3
\N365 We sall wakken hym with wynde of oure whippes.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.4  Miles 4
\N366 Nowe flynge to t+his flaterer with flappes.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N367 I sall hertely hitte on his hippes
And haunch.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N369 Fra oure skelpes not scatheles he skyppes.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.3  Miles 3
\N370 Y+Oitt hym list not lyft vp his lippis
And pray vs to haue pety on his paunch.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.4  Miles 4
\N372 To haue petie of his paunche he propheres no prayere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N373 Lorde, how likes you t+his lake and t+his lare t+hat we lere y+oou?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N374 Lo, I pull at his pilche, I am prowd payere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.3  Miles 3
\N375 Thus youre cloke sall we cloute to clence you and clere y+oou.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.4  Miles 4
\N376 I am straunge in striffe for to stere y+oou.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N377 T+Hus with choppes t+his churll sall we chastye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N378 I trowe with t+his trace we sall tere you.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.3  Miles 3
\N379 All t+hin vntrew techyngis t+hus taste I,
T+Hou tarand.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.4  Miles 4
\N381 I hope I be hardy and hasty.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N382 I wate wele my wepon not wast I.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N383 He swounes or sweltes I swarand.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.3  Miles 3
\N384 Late vs louse hym lightyly, do lay on your handes.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.4  Miles 4
\N385 Y+Oa, for and he dye for this dede vndone ere we all.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N386 Nowe vnboune is t+his broll and vnbraced his bandes.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N387 O fule, how faris t+hou now? Foull mott t+he fall!
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.3  Miles 3
\N388 Nowe because he oure kyng gon hym call
We will kyndely hym croune with a brere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.4  Miles 4
\N390 Y+Oa, but first t+his purpure and palle
And t+his worthy wede sall he were,
For scorne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N393 I am prowd at t+his poynte to apper.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N394 Latte vs clethe hym in t+her clothes full clere,
As a lorde t+hat his lordshippe has lorne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.3  Miles 3
\N396 Lange or t+hou mete slike a meny+oe+' as t+hou mett with t+his morne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.4  Miles 4
\N397 Do sette hym in t+his sete as a semely in sales.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N398 Now thryng to hym thrally with t+his t+hikk t+horne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N399 Lo, it heldes to his hede t+hat t+he harnes out hales.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.3  Miles 3
\N400 Thus we teche hym to tempre his tales-+-
His brayne begynnes for to blede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.4  Miles 4
\N402 Y+Oa, his blondre has hym broght to t+her bales.
Now reche hym and raught hym in a rede
So rounde,
For his septure it serues indede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N406 Y+Oa, it is gode inowe in t+his nede,
Late vs gudly hym grete on t+his grounde.
\iAue\r, riall roy and \irex\r \ijudeorum\r,
Hayle, comely kyng t+hat no kyngdom has kende.
Hayll vndughty duke, t+hi dedis ere dom,
Hayll, man vnmyghty t+hi meny+oe+' to mende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.3  Miles 3
\N412 Hayll, lord without lande for to lende,
Hayll kyng, hayll knave vnconand.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.4  Miles 4
\N414 Hayll, freyke without forse t+he to fende,
Hayll strang, t+hat may not wele stand
To stryve.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N417 We, harlott, heve vp thy hande,
And vs all t+hat t+he wirschip are wirkand
Thanke vs, t+her ill mot t+hou t+hryve.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N420 So late lede hym belyve and lenge her no lenger,
To ser Pilate oure prince oure pride will we prayse.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.3  Miles 3
\N422 Y+Oa, he may synge or he slepe of sorowe and angir,
For many derfe dedes he has done in his dayes.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.4  Miles 4
\N424 Now wightly late wende on oure wayes,
Late vs trusse vs, no tyme is to tarie.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N426 My lorde, will y+oe listen oure layes?
Here t+his boy is y+oe bade vs go bary
With battis.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N429 We ar combered his \icorpus\r for to cary,
Many wightis on hym wondres and wary-+-
Lo, his flessh al beflapped t+hat fat is.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N432 Wele, bringe hym before vs as he blisshes all bloo;
I suppose of his seggyng he will cese euermore.
Sirs, beholde vpon hight and \iecce\r \ihomoo\r
T+Hus bounden and bette and broght you before.
Me semes t+hat it sewes hym full sore,
For his gilte on this grounde is he greuyd;
If y+oou like for to listen my lore
\N438 [...     ]
In race
\N439 [...     ...]
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:[Pil.] Pilate
\N440 For propirly by t+his processe will I preve
I had no force fro t+his felawshippe t+his freke for to \#fende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Preco  Preco
\N442 Here is al, ser t+hat y+oe for sende.
Wille y+oe wasshe whill t+he watir is hote?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N444 Nowe this Barabas bandes y+oe vnbende,
With grace late hym gange on his \#gate
Where y+oe will.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Barab. Barabas
\N447 Y+Oe worthy men t+hat I here wate,
God encrece all youre comely estate
For t+he grace y+oe haue graunt me vntill.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N450 Here t+he jugement of Jesu, all Jewes in t+his stede:
Crucifie hym on a crosse and on Caluerye hym kill.
I dampne hym today to dy t+his same dede,
T+Herfore hyngis hym on hight vppon t+hat high hill.
And on aythir side hym I will
T+Hat a harlott y+oe hyng in t+his hast-+-
Methynkith it both reasoune and skill
Emyddis, sen his malice is mast,
Y+Oe hyng hym;
T+Hen hym turmente, som tene for to tast.
Mo wordis I will not nowe wast,
But blynne not to dede to y+oe bryng hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Caiph. Caiphas
\N462 Sir, vs semys in oure sight t+hat y+oe sadly has saide.
Now knyghtis t+hat are conant with t+his catyf y+oe care,
The liffe of t+his losell in youre list is it laide.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.1  Miles 1
\N465 Late vs one my lorde, and lere vs na lare.
Siris, sette to hym sadly and sare,
All in cordis his coorse vmbycast.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.2  Miles 2
\N468 Late vs bynde hym in bandis all bare.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.3  Miles 3
\N469 Here is one, full lange will it laste.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.4  Miles 4
\N470 Lay on hande here.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.5  Miles5
\N471 I powll to my poure is past.
Nowe feste is he felawes, ful fast;
Late vs stere vs, we may not long stand here.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Anna   Anna
\N474 Drawe hym faste hense, delyuere y+oou, haue done.
Go, do se hym to dede withoute lenger delay,
For dede bus hym be nedlyng be none.
All myrthe bus vs move tomorne t+hat we may,
Itt is sothly oure grette Sabott day-+-
No dede bodis vnberid sall be.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.6  Miles 6
\N480 We see wele t+he soth y+oe vs say.
We sall traylle hym tyte to his tree,
T+Hus talkand.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Mil.4  Miles 4
\N483 Farewele, now wightely wende we.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.33    Tr:Pilate Pilate
\N484 Nowe certis y+oe are a manly meny+oe,
Furth in t+he wylde wanyand be walkand.
\LDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N1 Pees, barnes and bachillers t+hat beldis here aboute,
Stirre noy+ot ones in t+his stede but stonde stone stille,
Or be t+he lorde t+hat I leue on I schall gar you lowte.
But y+oe spare when I speke youre speche schall I spille
Smertely and sone,
For I am sente fro sir Pilate with pride
To lede t+his ladde oure lawes to abide,
He getis no bettir bone.
Therfore I comaunde you on euere ilke a side,
Vppon payne of enprisonment t+hat no man appere
To suppowle t+his traytoure, be tyme ne be tyde,
\N11 [...    ...]
Noght one of t+his prees,
Nor noght ones so hardy for to enquere,
But helpe me holly alle t+hat are here
T+His kaitiffe care to encrees.
Therfore make rome and rewle you nowe right,
That we may with t+his weried wight
Wightely wende on oure \#waye.
He napped noght of all t+his nyght,
And t+his daye schall his deth be dight-+-
Latte see who dare saie naye?
Because tomorne is prouyde
For oure dere Sabbott day,
We wille no mysse be moued,
But mirthe in all t+hat euere men may.
We haue bene besie all t+his morne
To clothe hym and to croune with thorne,
As falles for a fole kyng,
And nowe methynkith oure felawes skorne,
They highte to haue ben here t+his morne
T+His faitour forthe to bring.
To nappe nowe is noy+ot goode-+-
We, howe! High myght he hyng!
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N34 Pees man, for Mahoundes bloode,
Why make y+oe such crying?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N36 Why, wotte t+hou noght als wele as I,
T+His carle burde vnto Caluery
And t+here on crosse be done?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N39 Sen dome is geuen t+hat he schall dy
Late calle to vs more companye,
And ellis we erre oure-fone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N42 Oure gere behoues to be grayde
And felawes sammed sone,
For sir Pilate has saide
Hym bus be dede be none.
Where is sir Wymond, wotte t+hou oght?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N47 He wente to garre a crosse be wroght
To bere t+his cursed knave.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N49 That wolde I sone wer hyder broght,
For sithen schall othir gere be soght
That vs behoues to haffe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N52 Vs bus haue sties and ropes
To rugge hym tille he raue,
And nayles and othir japes
If we oureselue wille saue.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N56 To tarie longe vs were full lathe,
But Wymond come it is in wathe
But we be blamed all three.
We, howe, sir Wymond wayteskathe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N60 We, howe, sir Wymond, howe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N60 I am here-+-what saie y+oe bathe?
Why crye y+oe so on me?
I haue bene garre make
T+His crosse, as yhe may see,
Of t+hat laye ouere t+he lake-+-
Men called it t+he kyngis tree.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N66 Nowe sekirly I t+hought t+he same,
For t+hat balke will no man vs blame
To cutte it for t+he kyng.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N69 This karle has called hym kyng at hame,
And sen t+his tre has such a name
It is accordyng thyng
T+Hat his rigge on it may reste,
For skorne and for hethyng.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N74 Methoughte it semyd beste
Tille t+his bargayne to bryng.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N76 It is wele warred, so motte I spede,
And it be lele in lenghe and brede
T+Han is t+his space wele spende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N79 To loke t+heraftir it is no nede,
I toke t+he mesure or I yode,
Bothe for t+he fette and \#hende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N82 Beholde howe it is boorede
Full euen at ilke an ende.
This werke will wele accorde,
It may not be amende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N86 Nay, I haue ordande mekill more,
Y+Oaa, thes theues are sente before
T+Hat beside hym schall hyng.
And sties also are ordande t+hore
With stalworthe steeles as mystir wore,
Bothe some schorte and some lang.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N92 For hameres and nayles
Latte see sone who schall gang.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N94 Here are bragges t+hat will noght faile,
Of irnne and stele full strange.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N96 T+Hanne is it as it aweth to bee-+-
But whiche of yowe schall beere t+his tree,
Sen I haue broughte it hedir?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N99 Be my feithe, bere it schall hee
T+Hat t+heron hanged sone schall bee,
And we schall teeche hym whedir.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N102 Vppon his bakke it schalle be laide,
For sone we schall come thedir.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N104 Loke t+hat oure gere be grayede
And go we all togedir.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:John    John
\N106 Allas for my maistir t+hat moste is of myght,
That y+oister-even late, with lanternes light,
Before t+he busshoppe was brought.
Bothe Petir and I we saugh t+hat sight
And sithen we wente oure wayes full wight,
When t+he Jewes wondirly wrought.
At morne t+hei toke to rede
And soteltes vpsoght,
And demed hym to be dede
T+Hat to t+ham trespassed noght.
Allas for syte what schall I saie?
My worldly welthe is wente for ay,
In woo euere may I wende.
My maistir t+hat neuere lakke in lay
Is demed to be dede t+his day,
Ewen in hys elmys hende.
Allas for my maistir mylde
That all mennys mysse may mende,
Shulde so falsely be filed
And no frendis hym to fende.
Allas for his modir and ot+hir moo,
Mi modir and hir sisteres alsoo,
Sittes samen with sighyngis sore.
T+Hai wate nothyng of all t+his woo,
Forthy to warne t+ham will I goo
Sen I may mende no more.
Sen he schall dye as tyte
And t+hei vnwarned wore,
I ware worthy to wite-+-
I will go faste therfore.
But in myn herte grete drede haue I
T+Hat his modir for dole schall dye,
When she see ones t+hat sight.
But certis I schal not wande forthy
To warne t+hat carefull company
Or he to dede be dight.
\N141 [...       ...]
Sen he fro vs will twynne
I schall t+he neuere forsake.
Allas t+he tyme and tyde,
I watte wele t+he day is come
T+Hat are was specified
Of prophete Symeoun in prophicie:
The swerde of sorowe schulde renne
Thurghoute t+he herte, sotelly.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Maria2  Maria 2
\N150 Allas t+his is a sithfull sight,
He t+hat was euere luffely and light
And lorde of high and lawe,
Oo, doulfully nowe is he dight.
In worlde is none so wofull a wighte
Ne so carefull to knawe.
T+Hei that he mended moste
In dede and als in sawe,
Now haue they full grete haste
To dede hym for to drawe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Jesus   Jesus
\N160 Doughteres of Jerusalem cytte+',
Sees, and mournes no more for me,
But thynkes vppon this thyng:
For youreselfe mourne schall y+oee,
And for t+he sonnes t+hat borne schal be
Of yowe, bothe olde and yonge.
For such fare schall befalle,
That y+oe schall giffe blissyng
To barayne bodies all,
That no barnes forthe may brynge.
For certis y+oe schall see suche a day,
That with sore sighyng schall y+oe saye
Vnto t+he hillis on highte,
`Falle on vs mountaynes, and y+oe may,
And couere vs fro t+hat felle affraye
That on vs sone schall light'.
Turnes home t+he toune vntill,
Sen y+oe haue \#seen t+his sight.
It is my fadirs will,
Alle t+hat is done and dighte.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Maria3  Maria 3
\N180 Allas, t+his is a cursed cas.
He t+hat alle hele in his hande has
Shall here be sakles slayne.
A, lorde, beleue lete clense thy face-+-
Behalde howe he hath schewed his grace,
Howe he is moste of mayne!
This signe schalle bere witnesse
Vnto all pepull playne,
Howe Goddes sone here gilteles
Is putte to pereles payne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N190 Saie, wherto bide y+oe here aboute?
Thare quenys with t+her skymeryng and t+her schoute
Wille noght t+her stevenis steere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N193 Go home casbalde, with t+hi clowte,
Or be t+hat lorde we loue and loute,
T+Hou schall abye full dere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Maria3  Maria 3
\N196 This signe schall vengeaunce calle
On yowe holly in feere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N198 Go, hye t+he hense \#withalle,
Or ille hayle come t+hou here.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:John    John
\N200 Lady, youre gretyng greues me sore.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mary    Mary
\N201 John, helpe me nowe and \#eueremore,
That I myght come hym tille.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:John    John
\N203 My lady, wende we forthe before,
To Caluery when y+oe come \#thore
T+Han schall y+oe saie what y+oe will.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N206 What a deuyll is t+his to saye,
How longe schall we stande stille?
\#Go, hye you hens awaye,
In t+he deuylis name, doune t+he hill.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N210 Ther quenes vs comeres with t+her clakke.
He schall be serued for t+her sake,
With sorowe and with sore.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N213 And t+hei come more such noyse to make,
We schall garre lygge t+hame in t+he lake
Yf t+hei were halfe a skore.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N216 Latis nowe such bourdyng be.
Sen oure tooles are before,
T+His traitoure and t+his tree
Wolde I full fayne were t+hore.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N220 We schall no more so stille be stedde,
For nowe t+her quenes are fro vs fledde
T+Hat falsely wolde vs feere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N223 Methynkith t+his boy is so forbledde
With t+his ladde may he noght be ledde;
He swounes, t+hat dare I swere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N226 It nedis noy+ot harde to harle
Sen it dose hym slike dere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N228 I se here comes a karle
Shall helpe hym for to bere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N230 T+Hat schall y+oe see sone one assaye.
Goode man, whedir is t+hou away?
T+Hou walkis as t+hou were wrothe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Simon   Simon
\N233 Sir, I haue a grete journay
T+Hat bus be done t+his same day,
Or ellis it may do skathe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N236 T+Hou may with litill payne
Eease thyselffe and vs bathe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Simon   Simon
\N238 Goode sirs, t+hat wolde I fayne,
But to dwelle were me lathe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N240 Nay beuscher, t+hou schall sone be spedde,
Loo here a ladde t+hat muste be ledde
For his ille dedis to dye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N243 And he is brosid and all forbledde,
That makis vs here t+hus stille be stedde.
We pray t+he sir, forthy,
That t+hou wilte take t+his tree
And bere it to Caluerye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Simon   Simon
\N248 Goode sirs, t+hat may nouy+ot be,
For full grete haste haue I.
My wayes are lang and wyde,
And I may noght abide
For drede I come to late,
For surete+' haue I hight
Muste be fulfillid t+his nyght,
Or it will paire my state.
Therfore sirs, by youre leue,
Methynkith I dwelle full lang.
Me were loth you for to greue-+-
Goode sirs, y+oe late me gang,
No lenger here now may I wone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N261 Nay, certis, t+hou schalte noy+ot go so sone
For ought t+hat t+hou can saye.
T+His dede is moste haste to be done,
For t+his boy muste be dede by none
And nowe is nere myddaye.
Go helpe hym in t+his nede
And make no more delaye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Simon   Simon
\N268 I praye yowe dose youre dede
And latis me wende my waye,
And sirs, I schall come sone agayne
To helpe t+his man with all my mayne,
And even at youre awne will.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N273 What, wolde t+hou trusse with such a trayne?
Nay faitour, t+hou schalte be fayne
T+His forwarde to fullfille,
Or be myghty Mahounde
T+Hou schalte rewe it full ille.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N278 Late dyng t+his dastarde doune
But he goo tyte t+hertill.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Simon   Simon
\N280 Sertis sir, t+hat wer nought wisely wrought
To bete me but I trespassid ought,
Outhir in worde or dede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N283 Vppon his bakke it schall be brought
To bere it, whedir he wille or noght-+-
What, deuyll, whome schulde we drede?
Go, take it vppe belyve
And bere it forthe goode spede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Simon   Simon
\N288 It helpis noy+ot here to striue,
Bere it behoues me nede,
And t+herfore sirs, as y+oe haue saide,
To bere t+his crosse I holde me paied
Right as y+oe wolde it wore.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N293 Y+Oaa, nowe are we right arraied.
Loke t+hat oure gere be redy grayed
To wirke whanne we come t+hore.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N296 I warand all redy,
Oure tooles bothe lesse and more.
Late hym goo hardely
Forthe with t+he crosse before.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N300 Sen he has his lade nowe late hym gang,
For with t+his warlowe wirke we wrang
And we t+hus with hym yode.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N303 And nowe is noght goode to tarie lang,
What schulde we done more vs emang?
Say sone, so motte t+hou spede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N306 Neuen vs no nodir noote
Tille we haue done t+his dede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N308 Weme, methynke we doote,
He muste be naked, nede.
All yf he called hymselffe a kyng
In his clothis he schall noy+ot hyng,
But naked as a stone be stedde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N313 That calle I accordand thyng-+-
But tille his sidis I trowe t+hei clyng
For bloode t+hat he has bledde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N316 Wheder t+hei clynge or cleue
Naked he schalle be ledde,
And for t+he more myscheue
Buffettis hym schall be bedde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N320 Take of his clothis beliffe, latte see-+-
A ha, t+his garment will falle wele for mee
And so I hope it schall.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N323 Nay sir, so may it noght be,
T+Hame muste be parte amonge vs thre,
Take euen as will fall.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N326 Y+Oaa, and sir Pilate \#melle hym
Youre parte woll be but small.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N328 Sir, and y+oe liste go telle hym,
Y+Oitt schall he noght haue all,
Butte even his awne parte and no more.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N331 Y+Oaa, late t+hame ligge stille here in stoore
Vntill t+his dede be done.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N333 Latte bynde hym as he was before
And harle on harde t+hat he wer t+hore,
And hanged or it be none.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N336 He schall be feste \#as fee,
And t+hat right sore and sone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N338 So fallis hym for to be,
He gettis no bettir bone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N340 T+His werke is wele nowe I warand,
For he is boune as beeste in bande
That is demed for to dye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N343 T+Hanne rede I t+hat we no lenger stande,
But ilke man feste on hym a hande
And harle hym hense in hye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N346 Y+Oaa, nowe is tyme to trusse
To alle oure companye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.34    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N348 If anye aske aftir vs,
Kenne t+hame to Caluarie.
\LDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N1 Sir knyghtis, take heede hydir in hye,
This dede on dergh we may noght drawe.
Y+Oee wootte youreselffe als wele as I
Howe lordis and leders of owre lawe
Has geven dome t+hat t+his doote schall dye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N6 Sir, alle t+hare counsaile wele we knawe.
Sen we are comen to Caluarie
Latte ilke man helpe nowe as hym awe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N9 We are alle redy, loo,
T+Hat forward to fulfille.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N11 Late here howe we schall doo,
And go we tyte t+hertille.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N13 It may noy+ot helpe her for to hone
If we schall any worshippe wynne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N15 He muste be dede nedelyngis by none.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N16 T+Hanne is goode tyme t+hat we begynne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N17 Late dynge hym doune, t+han is he done-+-
He schall nought dere vs with his dynne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N19 He schall be sette and lerned sone,
With care to hym and all his kynne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N21 T+He foulest dede of all
Shalle he dye for his dedis.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N23 That menes crosse hym we schall.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N24 Behalde, so right he redis.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N25 Thanne to t+his werke vs muste take heede,
So t+hat oure wirkyng be noght wronge.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N27 None othir noote to neven is nede,
But latte vs haste hym for to hange.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N29 And I haue gone for gere goode speede,
Bothe hammeres and nayles large and lange.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N31 T+Hanne may we boldely do t+his dede.
Commes on, late kille t+his traitoure strange.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N33 Faire myght y+oe falle in feere
T+Hat has wrought on t+his wise.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N35 Vs nedis nought for to lere
Suche faitoures to chastise.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N37 Sen ilke a thyng es right arrayed,
The wiselier nowe wirke may we.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N39 T+He crosse on grounde is goodely graied
And boorede even as it awith to be.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N41 Lokis t+hat t+he ladde on lenghe be layde
And made me t+hane vnto t+his tree.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N43 For alle his fare he schalle be flaied,
That one assaie sone schalle ye see.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N45 Come forthe t+hou cursed knave,
Thy comforte sone schall kele.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N47 Thyne hyre here schall t+hou haue.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N48 Walkes oon-+-now wirke we wele.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Jesus   Jesus
\N49 Almyghty God, my fadir free,
Late t+his materes be made in mynde:
T+Hou badde t+hat I schulde buxsome be
For Adam plyght for to be pyned.
Here to dede I obblisshe me
Fro t+hat synne for to saue mankynde,
And soueraynely beseke I t+he
That t+hai for me may fauoure fynde.
And fro t+he fende t+hame fende,
So t+hat t+her saules be saffe
In welthe withouten ende-+-
I kepe nought ellis to craue.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N61 We, herke sir knyghtis, for Mahoundis bloode,
Of Adam-kynde is all his t+hoght.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N63 T+He warlowe waxis werre t+han woode,
T+His doulfull dede ne dredith he noght.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N65 T+Hou schulde haue mynde, with mayne and moode,
Of wikkid werkis t+hat t+hou haste wrought.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N67 I hope t+hat he hadde bene as goode
Haue sesed of sawes t+hat he vppe-sought.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N69 Thoo sawes schall rewe hym sore
For all his saunteryng sone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N71 Ille spede t+hame t+hat hym spare
Tille he to dede be done.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N73 Haue done belyue boy, and make t+he boune,
And bende t+hi bakke vnto t+his tree.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N75 Byhalde, hymselffe has laide hym doune
In lenghe and breede as he schulde bee.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N77 This traitoure here teynted of treasoune,
Gose faste and \#fetter hym t+han y+oe thre;
And sen he claymeth kyngdome with croune,
Even as a kyng here \#hange schall hee.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N81 Nowe, certis, I schall noy+ot \#fyne
Or his right hande be feste.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N83 T+He lefte hande t+hanne is myne-+-
Late see who beres hym beste.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N85 Hys lymmys on lenghe t+han schalle I lede,
And even vnto t+he bore t+hame bringe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N87 Vnto his heede I schall take hede,
And with myne hande helpe hym to hyng.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N89 Nowe sen we foure schall do t+his dede
And medill with t+his vnthrifty thyng,
Late no man spare for speciall speede
Tille that we haue made endyng.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N93 T+His forward may not faile;
Nowe are we right arraiede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N95 This boy here in oure baile
Shall bide full bittir brayde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N97 Sir knyghtis, saie, howe wirke we nowe?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N98 Y+Ois, certis, I hope I holde t+his hande,
And to t+he boore I haue it brought
Full boxumly withouten bande.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N101 Strike on t+han harde, for hym t+he boght.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N102 Y+Ois, here is a stubbe will stiffely stande,
Thurgh bones and senous it schall be soght-+-
This werke is wele, I will warande.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N105 Saie sir, howe do we t+hore?
T+His bargayne may not blynne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N107 It failis a foote and more,
T+He senous are so gone ynne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N109 I hope t+hat marke amisse be bored.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N110 T+Han muste he bide in bittir bale.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N111 In faith, it was ouere-skantely scored,
T+Hat makis it fouly for to faile.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N113 Why carpe y+oe so?  Faste on a corde
And tugge hym to, by toppe and taile.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N115 Y+Oa, t+hou comaundis lightly as a lorde;
Come helpe to haale, with ille haile.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N117 Nowe certis t+hat schall I doo-+-
Full \#snelly as a snayle
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N119 And I schall tacche hym too,
Full nemely with a nayle.
T+His werke will holde, t+hat dar I heete,
For nowe are feste faste both his \#hende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N123 Go we all foure t+hanne to his feete,
So schall oure space be spedely spende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N125 Latte see what bourde his bale myght beete,
Tharto my bakke nowe wolde I bende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N127 Owe, t+his werke is all vnmeete-+-
This boring muste all be amende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N129 A, pees man, for Mahounde,
Latte no man wotte t+hat wondir,
A roope schall rugge hym doune
Yf all his synnous go asoundre.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N133 T+Hat corde full kyndely can I knytte,
T+He comforte of t+his karle to kele.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N135 Feste on t+hanne faste t+hat all be fytte,
It is no force howe felle he feele.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N137 Lugge on y+oe both a litill y+oitt.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N138 I schalle nought sese, as I haue seele.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N139 And I schall fonde hym for to hitte.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N140 Owe, haylle!
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N140 Hoo nowe, I halde it wele.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N141 Haue done, dryue in t+hat nayle,
So t+hat no faute be foune.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N143 T+His wirkyng wolde noy+ot faile
Yf foure bullis here were boune.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N145 Ther cordis haue evill encressed his paynes,
Or he wer tille t+he booryngis brought.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N147 Y+Oaa, assoundir are bothe synnous and veynis
On ilke a side, so haue we soughte.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N149 Nowe all his gaudis nothyng hym gaynes,
His sauntering schall with bale be bought.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N151 I wille goo saie to oure soueraynes
Of all t+his werkis howe we haue wrought.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N153 Nay sirs, anothir thyng
Fallis firste to youe \#and me,
\#T+Hei badde we schulde hym hyng
On heghte t+hat men myght see.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N157 We woote wele so ther wordes wore,
But sir, t+hat dede will do vs dere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N159 It may not mende for to moote more,
T+His harlotte muste be hanged here.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N161 The mortaise is made fitte t+herfore.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N162 Feste on youre fyngeres t+han, in feere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N163 I wene it wolle neuere come t+hore-+-
We foure rayse it noy+ot right to-yere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N165 Say man, whi carpis t+hou soo?
Thy liftyng was but light.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N167 He menes t+her muste be moo
To heve hym vppe on hight.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N169 Now certis, I hope it schall noght nede
To calle to vs more companye.
Methynke we foure schulde do t+his dede
And bere hym to y+oone hille on high.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N173 It muste be done, withouten drede.
No more, but loke y+oe be redy,
And t+his parte schalle I lifte and leede;
On lenghe he schalle no lenger lie.
Therfore nowe makis you boune,
Late bere hym to y+oone hill.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N179 Thanne will I bere here doune,
And tente his tase vntill.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N181 We twoo schall see tille aythir side,
For ellis t+his werke wille wrie all wrang.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N183 We are redy.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N183 Gode sirs, abide,
And late me first his fete vp fang.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N185 Why tente y+oe so to tales t+his tyde?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N186 Lifte vppe!
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N186 Latte see!
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N186 Owe, lifte alang.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N187 Fro all t+his harme he schulde hym hyde
And he war God.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N188 T+He deuill hym hang!
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N189 For-grete harme haue I hente,
My schuldir is in soundre.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N191 And sertis I am nere schente,
So lange haue I borne vndir.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N193 This crosse and I in twoo muste twynne,
Ellis brekis my bakke in sondre sone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N195 Laye downe agayne and leue youre dynne,
T+His dede for vs will neuere be done.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N197 Assaie sirs, latte se yf any gynne
May helpe hym vppe withouten hone,
For here schulde wight men worschippe wynne,
And noght with gaudis al day to gone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N201 More wighter men t+han we
Full fewe I hope y+oe fynde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N203 T+His bargayne will noght bee,
For certis me wantis wynde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N205 So wille of werke neuere we wore-+-
I hope t+his carle some cautellis caste.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N207 My bourdeyne satte me wondir soore,
Vnto t+he hill I myght noght laste.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N209 Lifte vppe, and sone he schall be t+hore,
Therfore feste on youre fyngeres faste.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N211 Owe, lifte!
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N211 We, loo!
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N211 A litill more.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N212 Holde t+hanne!
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N212 Howe nowe?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N212 T+He werste is paste.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N213 He weyes a wikkid weght.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N214 So may we all foure saie,
Or he was heued on heght
And raysed in t+his array.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N217 He made vs stande as any stones,
So boustous was he for to bere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N219 Nowe raise hym nemely for t+he nonys
And sette hym be t+his mortas heere,
And latte hym falle in alle at ones,
For certis t+hat payne schall haue no pere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N223 Heue vppe!
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N223 Latte doune, so all his bones
Are asoundre nowe on sides seere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N225 T+His fallyng was more felle
T+Han all t+he harmes he hadde.
Nowe may a man wele telle
 T+He leste lith of t+his ladde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N229 Methynkith t+his crosse will noght abide
Ne stande stille in t+his \#morteyse y+oitt.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N231 Att t+he firste tyme was it made ouere-wyde;
T+Hat makis it wave, t+hou may wele witte.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N233 Itt schall be sette on ilke a side
So t+hat it schall no forther flitte.
Goode wegges schall we take t+his tyde
And feste t+he foote, t+hanne is all fitte.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N237 Here are wegges arraied
For t+hat, both grete and smale.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N239 Where are oure hameres laide
T+Hat we schulde wirke withall?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N241 We haue t+hem here euen atte oure hande.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N242 Gyffe me t+his wegge, I schall it in dryue.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N243 Here is anodir y+oitt ordande.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N244 Do take it me hidir belyue.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N245 Laye on t+hanne faste.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N245 Y+Ois, I warrande.
I thryng t+hame same, so motte I thryve.
Nowe will t+his crosse full stabely stande,
All-yf he raue t+hei will noght ryve.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N249 Say sir, howe likis you nowe,
T+His werke t+hat we haue wrought?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N251 We praye youe sais vs howe
Y+Oe fele, or faynte y+oe ought.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Jesus   Jesus
\N253 Al men t+hat walkis by waye or strete,
Takes tente y+oe schalle no trauayle tyne.
Byholdes myn heede, myn handis, and my feete,
And fully feele nowe, or y+oe fyne,
Yf any mournyng may be meete,
Or myscheue mesured vnto myne.
My fadir, t+hat alle bales may bete,
Forgiffis t+hes men t+hat dois me pyne.
What t+hei wirke wotte t+hai noght;
Therfore, my fadir, I craue,
Latte neuere t+her synnys be sought,
But see t+her saules to saue.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N265 We, harke, he jangelis like a jay.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N266 Methynke he patris like a py.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N267 He has ben doand all t+his day,
And made grete meuyng of mercy.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N269 Es t+his t+he same t+hat gune vs say
That he was Goddis sone almyghty?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N271 Therfore he felis full felle affraye,
And demyd t+his day for to dye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N273 Vath, \iqui\r \#\idestruis\r \itemplum\r!
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N274 His sawes wer so, certayne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N275 And sirs, he saide to some
He myght rayse it agayne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N277 To mustir t+hat he hadde no myght,
For all the kautelles t+hat he couthe kaste.
All-yf he wer in worde so wight,
For all his force nowe he is feste.
Als Pilate demed is done and dight,
Therfore I rede t+hat we go reste.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N283 T+His race mon be rehersed right,
Thurgh t+he worlde both este and weste.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N285 Y+Oaa, late hym hynge here stille
And make mowes on t+he mone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N287 T+Hanne may we wende at wille.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N288 Nay goode sirs, noght so sone,
For certis vs nedis anodir note:
T+His kirtill wolde I of you craue.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N291 Nay, nay sir, we will loke be lotte
Whilke of vs foure fallis it to haue.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N293 I rede we drawe cutte for t+his coote-+-
Loo, se howe sone-+-alle sidis to saue.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N295 The schorte cutte schall wynne, t+hat wele y+oe woote,
Whedir itt falle to knyght or knave.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N297 Felowes, y+oe thar noght flyte,
For t+his mantell is myne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.35    P:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N299 Goo we t+hanne hense tyte,
T+His trauayle here we tyne \i\&c\.\r
\LDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Pilate  Pilate
\N1 Sees, seniours, and see what I saie,
Takis tente to my talkyng enteere.
Devoyde all t+his dynne here t+his day,
And fallis to my frenschippe in feere.
Sir Pilate, a prince withowten pere,
My name is full neuenly to neuen,
And domisman full derworth in \#dere
Of gentillest Jewry full euen
Am I.
Who makis oppressioun
Or dose transgressioun,
Be my discressioun
Shall be demed dewly to dy.
To dye schall I deme t+hame, to dede,
T+Ho rebelles t+hat rewles t+hame vnright.
Who t+hat to y+oone hill wille take heede
May se t+her t+he soth in his sight,
Howe doulfull to dede t+hei are dight
That liste noy+ot owre lawes for to lere.
Lo, t+hus be my mayne and my myght
Tho churles schalle I chasteise and cheere,
Be lawe.
Ilke feloune false
Shall hynge be t+he halse.
Transgressours als
On the crosse schalle be knytte for to knawe.
To knawe schall I knytte t+hame on crosse,
To schende t+hame with schame schall I shappe.
Ther liffis for to leese is no losse,
Suche tirrauntis with teene for to trappe.
T+Hus leelly t+he lawe I vnlappe
And punyssh t+hame pitously.
Of Jesu I holde it vnhappe
T+Hat he on yone hill hyng so hye
For gilte.
His bloode to spille
Toke ye you tille,
T+Hus was youre wille
Full spitously to spede he were spilte.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Caiph.  Caiphas
\N40 To spille hym we spake in a speede,
For falsed he folowde in faie.
With fraudes oure folke gan he feede
And laboured to lere t+hame his laye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Anna    Anna
\N44 Sir Pilate, of pees we youe praye-+-
Oure lawe was full lyke to be lorne.
He saued noy+ot oure dere Sabott daye,
And t+hat-+-for to scape it-+-were a scorne,
By lawe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Pilate  Pilate
\N49 Sirs, before youre sight,
With all my myght
I examynde hym right,
And cause non in hym cowthe I knawe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Caiph.  Caiphas
\N53 Y+Oe knawe wele t+he cause sir, in cace;
It touched treasoune vntrewe.
T+He tribute to take or to trace
Forbadde he, oure bale for to brewe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Anna    Anna
\N57 Of japes y+oitt jangelid yone Jewe,
And cursedly he called hym a kyng.
To deme hym to dede it is diewe,
For treasoune it touches, t+hat thyng,
Indede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Caiph.  Caiphas
\N62 Y+Oitt principall,
And worste of all,
He garte hym call
Goddes sonne-+-t+hat foulle motte hyme speede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Pilate  Pilate
\N66 He spedis for to spille in space,
So wondirly wrought is youre will.
His bloode schall youre bodis enbrace,
For t+hat haue y+oe taken you till.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Anna    Anna
\N70 T+Hat forwarde ful fayne to fulfille
Indede schall we dresse vs bedene.
Y+Oone losell hym likis full ille,
For turned is his trantis all to teene,
I trowe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Caiph.  Caiphas
\N75 He called hym kyng,
Ille joie hym wring.
Y+Oa, late hym hyng
Full madly on t+he mone for to mowe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Anna    Anna
\N79 To mowe on t+he moone has he mente.
We, fye on t+he, faitour, in faye!
Who, trowes t+hou, to t+hi tales toke tente?
T+Hou saggard, t+hiselffe gan t+hou saie,
T+He tempill distroie t+he todaye,
Be t+he thirde day ware done ilka dele
To rayse it t+hou schulde t+he arraye.
Loo, howe was t+hi falsed to feele,
Foule falle t+he.
For thy presumpcyoune
T+Hou haste thy warisoune.
Do faste come doune,
And a comely kyng schalle I calle t+hee.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Caiph.  Caiphas
\N92 I calle t+he a coward to kenne,
T+Hat meruaylles and mirakills made.
T+Hou mustered emange many menne;
But, brothell, t+hou bourded to brade.
T+Hou saued t+hame fro sorowes, t+hai saide-+-
To saue nowe t+hiselffe late vs see.
God sonne if t+hou grathely be grayde,
Delyuere t+he doune of t+hat tree
Anone.
If t+hou be funne
\#To be Goddis sonne,
We schalle be bonne
To trowe on t+he trewlye ilkone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Anna    Anna
\N105 Sir Pilate, youre \#pleasaunce we praye,
Takis tente to oure talkyng t+his tide,
And wipe y+oe yone writyng away,
It is not beste it abide.
It sittis youe to sette it aside
And sette t+hat he saide in his sawe,
As he t+hat was prente full of pride:
`Jewes kyng am I', comely to knawe,
Full playne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Pilate  Pilate
\N114 \iQuod\r \iscripci\r, \iscripci\r.
Y+Oone same wrotte I;
I bide t+herby,
What gedlyng will grucche thereagayne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Jesus   Jesus
\N118 T+Hou man t+hat of mys here has mente,
To me tente enteerly t+hou take.
On roode am I ragged and rente,
T+Hou synfull sawle, for thy sake;
For thy misse amendis wille I make.
My bakke for to bende here I bide,
T+His teene for thi trespase I take.
Who couthe t+he more kyndynes haue kydde
Than I?
T+Hus for thy goode
I schedde my bloode.
Manne, mende thy moode,
For full bittir t+hi blisse mon I by.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Mary    Mary
\N131 Allas for my swete sonne I saie,
T+Hat doulfully to dede t+hus is diy+ot.
Allas, for full louely \#he laye
In my wombe, t+his worthely wight.
Allas t+hat I schulde see t+his sight
Of my sone so semely to see.
Allas, t+hat t+his blossome so bright
Vntrewly is tugged to t+his tree.
Allas,
My lorde, my leyffe,
With full grete greffe
Hyngis as a theffe.
Allas, he did neuer trespasse.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Jesus   Jesus
\N144 T+Hou woman, do way of thy wepyng,
For me may t+hou nothyng amende.
My fadirs wille to be wirkyng,
For mankynde my body I bende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Mary    Mary
\N148 Allas, t+hat t+hou likes noght to lende,
Howe schulde I but wepe for thy woo?
To care nowe my comforte is kende.
Allas, why schulde we twynne t+hus in twoo
Foreuere?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Jesus   Jesus
\N153 Womanne, instede of me,
Loo, John t+hi sone schall bee.
John, see to t+hi modir free,
For my sake do t+hou t+hi deuere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Mary    Mary
\N157 Allas sone, sorowe and siy+ote,
T+Hat me were closed in clay.
A swerde of sorowe me smyte,
To dede I were done t+his day.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:John    John
\N161 A, modir, so schall y+oe noght saie.
I praye youe be pees in t+his presse,
For with all t+he myght t+hat I maye
Youre comforte I caste to encresse,
Indede.
Youre sone am I,
Loo, here redy;
And nowe forthy
I praye yowe hense for to speede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Mary    Mary
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Mary    Mary
\N170 My steuen for to stede or to steere,
Howe schulde I, such sorowe to see,
My sone t+hat is dereworthy and dere
Thus doulfull a dede for to dye?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:John    John
\N174 A, dere modir, blynne of t+his blee,
Youre mournyng it may not amende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:MaryC.  Mary Cleophas
\N176 A, Marie, take triste vnto t+he,
For socoure to t+he will he sende
T+His tyde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:John    John
\N179 Fayre modir, faste
Hense latte vs caste.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Mary    Mary
\N181 To he be paste
Wille I buske here baynly to bide.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Jesus   Jesus
\N183 With bittirfull bale haue I bought,
T+Hus, man, all t+hi misse for te mende.
On me for to looke lette t+hou noy+ot,
Howe baynly my body I bende.
No wighte in t+his worlde wolde haue wende
What sorowe I suffre for thy sake.
Manne, kaste t+he thy kyndynesse be kende,
Trewe tente vnto me t+hat t+hou take,
And treste.
For foxis t+her dennys haue t+hei,
Birdis hase ther nestis to paye,
But t+he sone of man this daye
Hase noy+ot on his heed for to reste.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Lat.1   Latro Sinister
\N196 If t+hou be Goddis sone so free,
Why hyng t+hou t+hus on t+his hille?
To saffe nowe thyselffe late vs see,
And vs now, t+hat spedis for to spille.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Lat.2   Latro Dexter
\N200 Manne, stynte of thy steuen and be stille,
For douteles thy God dredis t+hou noy+ot.
Full wele are we worthy thertill,
Vnwisely wrange haue we wrought,
Iwisse.
Noon ille did hee
T+Hus for to dye.
Lord, haue mynde of me
\#Whan t+hou art come to t+hi blisse.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Jesus   Jesus
\N209 Forsothe sonne, to t+he schall I saie,
Sen t+hou fro thy foly will falle,
Sen t+hou fro thy foly will falle,
With me schall dwelle nowe t+his daye,
In paradise place principall.
\iHeloy\r, \iheloy\r!
My God, my God full free,
\iLama\r \izabatanye\r,
Wharto forsoke t+hou me
In care?
And I did neuere ille
T+His dede for to go tille,
But be it at t+hi wille.
A, me thristis sare.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Garcio  Garcio
\N222 A drinke schalle I dresse t+he, indede,
A draughte t+hat is full dayntely dight.
Full faste schall I springe for to spede,
I hope I schall holde t+hat I haue hight.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Caiph.  Caiphas
\N226 Sir Pilate t+hat moste is of myght,
Harke, `Heely' now harde I hym crye.
He wenys t+hat t+hat worthely wight
In haste for to helpe hym in hye
In his nede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Pilate  Pilate
\N231 If he do soo
He schall haue woo.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Anna    Anna
\N233 He wer oure foo
If he dresse hym to do vs t+hat dede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Garcio  Garcio
\N235 T+Hat dede for to dresse yf he doo,
In sertis he schall rewe it full sore.
Neueret+helees, if he like it noght, loo,
Full sone may he couere t+hat care.
Now swete sir, youre wille yf it ware,
A draughte here of drinke haue I dreste,
To spede for no spence t+hat y+oe \#spare,
But baldely ye bib it for t+he beste.
For-why
Aysell and galle
Is menged withalle;
Drynke it y+oe schalle-+-
Youre lippis I halde t+hame fulle drye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Jesus   Jesus
\N248 T+Hi drinke it schalle do me no deere,
Wete t+hou wele, t+herof will I none.
Nowe fadir, t+hat formed alle in fere,
To thy moste myght make I my mone:
T+Hi wille haue I wrought in t+his wone,
T+Hus ragged and rente on t+his roode,
T+Hus doulffully to dede haue t+hei done.
Forgiffe t+hame be grace t+hat is goode,
T+Hai ne wote noy+ot what it was.
My fadir, here my bone,
For nowe all thyng is done.
My spirite to t+hee right sone
Comende I, \iin\r \imanus\r \ituas\r.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Mary    Mary
\N261 Now dere sone, Jesus so jente,
Sen my harte is heuy as leede,
O worde wolde I witte or t+hou wente.
Allas, nowe my dere sone is dede,
Full rewfully refte is my rede.
Allas for my darlyng so dere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:John    John
\N267 A, modir, y+oe halde vppe youre heede,
And sigh noy+ot with sorowes so seere
I praye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:MaryC.  Mary Cleophas
\N270 It dose hir pyne
To see hym tyne.
Lede we her heyne,
T+His mornyng helpe hir ne maye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Caiph.  Caiphas
\N274 Sir Pilate, parceyue I you praye,
Oure costemes to kepe wele y+oe canne.
Tomorne is oure dere Sabott daye,
Of mirthe muste vs meve ilke a man.
Y+Oone warlous nowe waxis full wan
And nedis muste t+hei beried be.
Delyuer t+her dede sir, and t+hane
Shall we sewe to oure saide solempnite+'
Indede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Pilate  Pilate
\N283 It schalle be done
In wordis fone.
Sir knyghtis, go sone,
To y+oone harlottis you hendely take heede.
T+Ho caytiffis t+hou kille with t+hi knyffe-+-
Delyuere, haue done t+hei were dede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Miles   Miles
\N289 Mi lorde, I schall lenghe so t+her liffe
T+Hat t+ho brothelles schall neuere bite brede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Pilate  Pilate
\N291 Ser Longeus, steppe forthe in t+his steede;
T+His spere, loo, haue halde in thy hande.
To Jesus t+hou rake fourthe I rede,
And sted nouy+ot, but stiffely t+hou stande
A stounde.
In Jesu side
Schoffe it t+his tyde.
No lenger bide,
But grathely t+hou go to t+he grounde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Longeus Longeus Latus
\N300 O maker vnmade, full of myght,
O Jesu so jentill and jente
T+Hat sodenly has \#sente me my sight,
Lorde, louyng to t+he be it lente.
On rode arte t+hou ragged and rente,
Mankynde for to mende of his mys.
Full spitously spilte is and spente
Thi bloode, lorde, to bringe vs to blis
Full free.
A, mercy my socoure,
Mercy, my treasoure,
Mercy, my sauioure,
T+Hi mercy be markid in me.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Centur. Centurio
\N313 O wondirfull werkar iwis,
T+His weedir is waxen full wan.
Trewe token I trowe t+hat it is
T+Hat mercy is mente vnto man.
Full clerly consayue t+hus I can
No cause in t+his corse couthe t+hei knowe,
Y+Oitt doulfull t+hei demyd hym t+han
To lose t+hus his liffe be t+her lawe,
No riy+ote.
Trewly I saie,
Goddis sone verraye
Was he t+his daye,
T+Hat doulfully to dede t+hus is diy+ot.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Joseph  Joseph
\N326 T+Hat lorde lele ay-lastyng in lande,
Sir Pilate, full preste in t+his presse,
He saue t+he be see and be sande,
And all t+hat is derworth on deesse.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Pilate  Pilate
\N330 Joseph, t+his is lely, no lesse,
To me arte t+hou welcome iwisse.
Do saie me t+he soth or t+hou sesse,
Thy worthyly wille what it is
Anone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Joseph  Joseph
\N335 To t+he I praye,
Giffe me in hye
Jesu bodye,
In gree it for to graue al alone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Pilate  Pilate
\N339 Joseph sir, I graunte t+he t+hat geste,
I grucche noy+ot to grath hym in grave.
Delyuer, haue done he were dreste,
And sewe, sir, oure Sabott to saffe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Joseph  Joseph
\N343 With handis and harte t+hat I haue
I thanke t+he in faith for my frende.
God kepe t+he t+hi comforte to craue,
For wightely my way will I wende
In hye.
To do t+hat dede
He be my speede
T+Hat armys gun sprede,
Mannekynde be his bloode for to bye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Nicod.  Nicodemus
\N352 Weill mette, ser. In mynde gune \#I meffe
For Jesu t+hat juged was vnjente.
Ye laboured for license and leve
To berye his body on bente?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Joseph  Joseph
\N356 Full myldely t+hat matere I mente,
And t+hat for to do will I dresse.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Nicod.  Nicodemus
\N358 Both same I wolde t+hat \#we wente
And lette not for more ne for lesse,
For-why
Oure frende was he,
Faithfull and free.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Joseph  Joseph
\N363 T+Herfore go we
To berie t+hat body in hye.
All mankynde may marke in his mynde
To see here t+his sorowfull sight.
No falsnesse in hym couthe t+hei fynde
T+Hat doulfully to dede t+hus is dight.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Nicod.  Nicodemus
\N369 He was a full worthy wight,
Nowe blemysght and bolned with bloode.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Joseph  Joseph
\N371 Y+Oa, for t+hat he mustered his myght,
Full falsely t+hei fellid t+hat foode
I wyne.
Bothe bakke and side
\#Has woundes wide,
Fort+hi t+his tyde
Take we hym doune vs betwene.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Nicod.  Nicodemus
\N378 Betwene vs take we hym doune
And laie hym on lenthe on t+his lande.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Joseph  Joseph
\N380 T+His reuerent and riche of rennoune,
Late vs halde hym and halse hym with hande.
A graue haue I garte here be ordande
T+Hat neuer was in noote, it is newe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Nicod.  Nicodemus
\N384 To t+his corse it is comely accordande,
To dresse hym with dedis full dewe
T+His stounde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Joseph  Joseph
\N387 A sudarye,
Loo here, haue I.
Wynde hym forthy,
And sone schalle we graue hym in grounde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Nicod.  Nicodemus
\N391 In grounde late vs graue hym and goo;
Do liffely latte vs laie hym allone.
Nowe sauiour be see and be sande,
T+Hou kepe vs in clennesse ilkone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Joseph  Joseph
\N395 \#To thy mercy nowe make I my moone:
As sauiour be see and be sande,
T+Hou gyde me t+hat my griffe be al gone,
With lele liffe to lenge in t+his lande,
And esse.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Nicod.  Nicodemus
\N400 Seere oynementis here haue I
Brought for t+his faire body.
I anoynte t+he forthy
With myrre and aloes.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Joseph  Joseph
\N404 T+His dede it is done ilke a dele,
And wroughte is t+his werke wele iwis.
To t+he, kyng, on knes here I knele,
T+Hat baynly t+hou belde me in blisse.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Nicod.  Nicodemus
\N408 He highte me full hendely to be his
A nyght whan I neghed hym full nere.
Haue mynde lorde, and \#mende me of mys,
For done is oure dedis full dere
T+His tyde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.36    P:Joseph  Joseph
\N413 T+His lorde so goode
T+Hat schedde his bloode,
He mende youre moode,
And buske on t+his blis for to bide.
\LDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Jesus   Jesus
\N1 Manne on molde, be meke to me,
And haue thy maker in t+hi mynde,
And thynke howe I haue tholid for t+he
With pereles paynes for to be pyned.
The forward of my fadir free
Haue I fulfillid, as folke may fynde,
T+Herfore aboute nowe woll I bee
T+Hat I haue bought for to vnbynde.
T+He feende t+hame wanne with trayne
Thurgh frewte of erthely foode;
I haue t+hame getyn agayne
Thurgh bying with my bloode.
And so I schall t+hat steede restore
For whilke t+he feende fell for synne,
T+Hare schalle mankynde wonne euermore
In blisse t+hat schall neuere blynne.
All t+hat in werke my werkemen were,
Owte of thare woo I wol t+hame wynne,
And some signe schall I sende before
Of grace, to garre t+her gamys begynne.
A light I woll t+hei haue
To schewe t+hame I schall come sone.
My bodie bidis in graue
Tille alle thes dedis be done.
My fadir ordand on t+his wise
Aftir his will t+hat I schulde wende,
For to fulfille t+he \#prophicyes,
And als I spake my solace to spende.
My frendis t+hat in me faith affies,
Nowe fro ther fois I schall t+hame fende,
And on the thirde day ryght vprise,
And so tille heuen I schall assende.
Sithen schall I come agayne
To deme bothe goode and ill
Tille endles joie or peyne;
T+Hus is my fadris will.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Adam    Adam
\N37 Mi bretheren, harkens to me here,
Swilke hope of heele neuere are we hadde;
Foure thowsande and sex hundereth y+oere
Haue we bene heere in t+his stedde.
Nowe see I signe of solace seere,
A glorious gleme to make vs gladde,
Wherfore I hope oure helpe is nere
And sone schall sesse oure sorowes sadde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Eue     Eue
\N45 Adame, my husband hende,
T+His menys solas certayne.
Such light gune on vs lende
In paradise full playne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Isaiah  Isaiah
\N49 Adame, we schall wele vndirstande-+-
I, Ysaias, as God me kende,
I prechid in Neptalym, t+hat lande,
And Zabulon, even vntill ende.
I spake of folke in mirke walkand
And saide a light schulde on t+hame lende.
This lered I whils I was leuand,
Nowe se I God t+his same hath sende.
T+His light comes all of Criste,
T+Hat seede to saue vs nowe.
T+Hus is my poynte puplisshid-+-
But Symeon, what sais t+hou?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Symeon  Symeon
\N61 T+Hhis, my tale of farleis feele,
For in \#t+he temple his frendis me fande.
I hadde delite with hym to dele
And halsed homely with my hande.
I saide, `Lorde, late thy seruaunt lele
Passe nowe in pesse to liffe lastand,
For nowe myselfe has sene thy hele
Me liste no lengar to liffe in lande'.
T+His light t+hou hast purueyed
To folkes t+hat liffis in leede,
T+He same t+hat I t+hame saide
I see fulfillid in dede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:JohnB   John the Baptist
\N73 Als voyce criand to folke I kende
T+He weyes of Criste als I wele kanne.
I baptiste hym with bothe my \#hende
Euen in t+he floode of flume Jordanne.
T+He holy goste fro heuene discende
Als a white dowue doune on hym t+hanne;
The fadir voice, my mirthe to mende,
Was made to me euen als manne:
`This is my sone', he saide,
`In whome me paies full wele'.
His light is on vs laide,
He comes oure cares to kele.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Moyses  Moyses
\N85 Of t+hat same light lernyng haue I:
To me, Moyses, he mustered his myght,
And also vnto anodir, Hely,
Wher we were on an hille on hight.
Whyte as snowe was his body,
And his face like to t+he sonne to sight;
No man on molde was so myghty
Grathely to loke agaynste t+hat light.
T+Hat same light se I nowe
Shynyng on vs sarteyne,
Wherfore trewly I trowe
We schalle sone passe fro payne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Diab.1  Diabolus 1
\N97 Helpe, Belsabub, to bynde t+her boyes-+-
Such harrowe was neuer are herde in helle.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Diab.2  Diabolus 2
\N99 Why rooris t+hou soo, Rebalde? T+Hou royis-+-
What is betidde, canne t+hou ought telle?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Diab.1  Diabolus 1
\N101 What, heris t+hou noy+ot t+his vggely noyse?
T+Hes lurdans t+hat in Lymbo dwelle,
T+Hei make menyng of many joies
And musteres grete mirthe t+hame emell.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Diab.2  Diabolus 2
\N105 Mirthe? Nay, nay, t+hat poynte is paste,
More hele schall t+hei neuer haue.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Diab.1  Diabolus 1
\N107 T+Hei crie on Criste full faste
And sais he schal t+hame saue.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Belsa.  Belsabub
\N109 Y+Oa, if he saue t+hame noght, we schall,
For they are sperde in speciall space.
Whils I am prince and principall
Schall t+hei neuer passe oute of t+his place.
Calle vppe Astrotte and Anaball
To giffe t+her counsaille in t+his case,
Bele-Berit and Belial,
To marre t+hame t+hat swilke maistries mase.
Say to Satan oure sire,
And bidde t+hame bringe also
Lucifer, louely of lyre.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Diab.1  Diabolus 1
\N120 Al redy, lorde, I goo.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Jesus   Jesus
\N121 \iAttollite\r \iportas\r, \iprincipes\r,
Oppen vppe, y+oe princes of paynes sere,
\iEt\r \ieleuamini\r \ieternales\r,
Youre yendles y+oatis t+hat y+oe haue here.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Satan   Satan
\N125 What page is t+here t+hat makes prees
And callis hym kyng of vs in fere?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:David   David
\N127 I lered leuand, withouten lees,
He is a kyng of vertues clere,
A lorde mekill of myght
And stronge in ilke a stoure,
In batailes ferse to fight
And worthy to wynne honnoure.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Satan   Satan
\N133 Honnoure? In t+he deuel way! For what dede?
All erthely men to me are thrall.
T+He lady t+hat calles hym lorde in leede
Hadde neuer y+oitt herberowe, house, ne halle.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Diab.1  Diabolus 1
\N137 Harke Belsabub, I haue grete drede,
For hydously I herde hym calle.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Belial  Belial
\N139 We, spere oure y+oates, all ill mot t+hou spede,
And sette furthe watches on t+he wall-+-
And if he calle or crie
To make vs more debate,
Lay on hym t+han hardely
And garre hym gange his gate.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Satan   Satan
\N145 Telle me what boyes dare be so bolde
For drede to make so mekill draye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Diab.1  Diabolus 1
\N147 Itt is t+he Jewe t+hat Judas solde
For to be dede t+his othir daye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Satan   Satan
\N149 Owe, t+his tale in tyme is tolde,
T+His traytoure \#traueses vs alway.
He schall be here full harde in holde,
Loke t+hat he passe noght, I t+he praye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Diab.2  Diabolus 2
\N153 Nay, nay, he will noy+ot wende
Away or I be ware,
He shappis hym for to schende
Alle helle or he go ferre.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Satan   Satan
\N157 Nay faitour, t+herof schall he faile,
For alle his fare I hym deffie.
I knowe his trantis fro toppe to taile,
He leuys with gaudis and with gilery.
T+Herby he brought oute of oure bale
Nowe late Lazar of Betannye;
T+Herfore I gaffe to t+he Jewes counsaille
T+Hat t+hei schulde alway garre hym dye.
I entered in Judas
T+Hat forwarde to fulfille,
T+Herfore his hire he has
Allway to wonne here stille.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Belsa.  Belsabub
\N169 Sir Sattanne, sen we here t+he saie
T+Hat t+hou and \#t+he Jewes wer same assente,
And wotte he wanne Lazar awaye
T+Hat tille vs was tane for to tente,
Trowe t+hou t+hat t+hou marre hym maye,
To mustir mightis what he has mente?
If he nowe depriue vs of oure praye,
We will y+oe witte whanne t+hei are wente.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Satan   Satan
\N177 I bidde y+oou be noy+ot abasshed,
But boldely make youe boune
With toles t+hat y+oe on traste,
And dynge t+hat dastard doune.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Jesus   Jesus
\N181 \iPrincipes\r, \iportas\r \itollite\r,
Vndo youre y+oatis, y+oe princis of pryde,
\iEt\r \iintroibit\r \irex\r \iglorie\r,
T+He kyng of blisse comes in t+his tyde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Satan   Satan
\N185 Owte, harrowe! \#What \#harlot is hee
T+Hat sais his kyngdome schall be cryed?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:David   David
\N187 T+Hat may t+hou in my Sawter see,
For t+hat poynte \#I \#prophicied.
I saide t+hat he schuld breke
Youre barres and bandis by name,
And on youre werkis take wreke-+-
Nowe schalle y+oe see t+he same.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Jesus   Jesus
\N193 T+His steede schall stonde no lenger stoken:
Opynne vppe, and latte my pepul passe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Diab.1  Diabolus 1
\N195 Owte! Beholdes, oure baill is brokynne,
And brosten are alle oure bandis of bras-+-
Telle Lucifer alle is vnlokynne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Belsa.  Belsabub
\N198 What t+hanne, is Lymbus lorne? Allas,
Garre Satan helpe t+hat we wer wroken;
T+His werke is werse t+hanne euere it was.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Satan   Satan
\N201 I badde y+oe schulde be boune
If he made maistries more.
Do dynge t+hat dastard doune
And sette hym sadde and sore.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Belsa.  Belsabub
\N205 Y+Oa, sette hym sore-+-t+hat is sone saide,
But come t+hiselffe and serue hym soo.
We may not bide his bittir braide,
He wille vs marre and we wer moo.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Satan   Satan
\N209 What, faitours, wherfore are y+oe \#flayd?
Haue y+oe no force to flitte hym froo?
Belyue loke t+hat my gere be grathed,
Miselffe schall to t+hat gedlyng goo.
Howe, belamy, abide,
With al thy booste and bere,
And telle to me t+his tyde
What maistries makes t+hou here?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Jesus   Jesus
\N217 I make no maistries but for myne,
T+Hame wolle I saue I telle t+he nowe.
T+Hou hadde no poure t+hame to pyne,
But as my \#prisounes for t+her prowe
Here haue t+hei soiorned, noght as thyne,
But in thy warde-+-t+hou wote wele howe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Satan   Satan
\N223 And what deuel haste t+hou done ay syne
T+Hat neuer wolde negh t+hame nere or nowe?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Jesus   Jesus
\N225 Nowe is t+he tyme certayne
Mi fadir ordand before,
T+Hat they schulde passe fro payne
And wonne in mirthe euer more.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Satan   Satan
\N229 Thy fadir knewe I wele be sight,
He was a write his mette to wynne,
And Marie me menys t+hi modir hight-+-
T+He vttiremeste ende of all t+hi kynne.
Who made t+he be so mekill of myght?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Jesus   Jesus
\N234 T+Hou wikid feende, latte be thy dynne.
Mi fadir wonnys in heuen on hight,
With blisse t+hat schall neuere blynne.
I am his awne sone,
His forward to fulfille,
And same ay schall we wonne
And sundir whan we wolle.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Satan   Satan
\N241 God sonne? T+Hanne schulde t+hou be ful gladde,
Aftir no catel neyd thowe crave!
But t+hou has leued ay like a ladde,
And in sorowe as a symple knave.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Jesus   Jesus
\N245 T+Hat was for hartely loue I hadde
Vnto mannis soule, it for to saue;
And for to make t+he mased and madde,
And by t+hat resoune t+hus dewly to haue
Mi Godhede here, I hidde
In Marie modir myne,
For it schulde noy+ot be kidde
To t+he nor to none of thyne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Satan   Satan
\N253 A, t+his wolde I were tolde in ilke a toune.
\#So, sen t+hou sais God is thy sire,
I schall t+he proue be right resoune
T+Hou motes his men into t+he myre.
To breke his bidding were t+hei boune,
And, for they did at my desire,
Fro paradise he putte t+hame doune
In helle here to haue t+her hyre.
And thyselfe, day and nyght,
Has taught al men emang
To do resoune and right,
And here werkis t+hou all wrang.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Jesus   Jesus
\N265 I wirke noght wrang, t+hat schal t+how witte,
If I my men fro woo will wynne.
Mi prophetis playnly prechid it,
All t+his note t+hat nowe begynne.
T+Hai saide t+hat I schulde be obitte,
To helle t+hat I schulde entre in,
And saue my seruauntis fro t+hat pitte
Wher dampned saulis schall sitte for synne.
And ilke trewe prophettis tale
Muste be fulfillid in mee;
I haue t+hame boughte with bale,
And in blisse schal t+hei be.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Satan   Satan
\N277 Nowe sen t+he liste allegge t+he lawes,
T+Hou schalte be atteynted or we twynne,
For t+ho t+hat t+hou to wittenesse drawes
Full even agaynste t+he will begynne.
Salamon saide in his sawes
T+Hat whoso enteres helle withynne
Shall neuer come oute, t+hus clerkis knawes-+-
And t+herfore felowe, leue t+hi dynne.
Job, t+hi seruaunte, also
T+Hus in his tyme gune telle
T+Hat nowthir frende nor foo
Shulde fynde reles in helle.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Jesus   Jesus
\N289 He saide full soth, t+hat schall t+hou see,
T+Hat in helle may be no reles,
But of t+hat place t+han preched he
Where synffull care schall euere encrees.
And in t+hat bale ay schall t+hou be
Whare sorowes sere schall neuer sesse,
And for my folke t+herfro wer free,
Nowe schall t+hei passe to t+he place of pees.
T+Hai were here with my wille,
And so schall t+hei fourthe wende,
And t+hiselue schall fulfille
T+Her wooe withouten ende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Satan   Satan
\N301 Owe, t+hanne se I howe t+hou \#menys emang
Some mesure with malice to melle,
Sen t+hou sais all schall noy+ot gang,
But some schalle alway with vs dwelle.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Jesus   Jesus
\N305 Y+Oaa, witte t+hou wele, ellis were it wrang,
Als cursed Cayme t+hat slewe Abell,
And all t+hat hastis hemselue to hange,
Als Judas and Archedefell,
Datan and Abiron,
And alle of t+hare assente,
Als tyrantis euerilkone
T+Hat me and myne turmente.
And all t+hat liste noght to lere my lawe
T+Hat I haue lefte in lande nowe newe-+-
T+Hat is my comyng for to knawe,
And to my sacramente pursewe,
Mi dede, my rysing, rede be rawe-+-
Who will noght trowe, t+hei are noght trewe.
Vnto my dome I schall t+hame drawe,
And juge t+hame worse t+hanne any Jewe.
And all t+hat likis to leere
My lawe and leue t+herbye,
Shall neuere haue harmes heere,
But welthe, as is worthy.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Satan   Satan
\N325 Nowe here my hande, I halde me paied,
T+His poynte is playnly for oure prowe.
If t+his be soth t+hat t+hou hast saide
We schall haue moo t+hanne we haue nowe.
T+His lawe t+hat t+hou nowe late has laide
I schall lere men noy+ot to allowe;
Iff t+hei it take t+hei be betraied,
For I schall turne t+hame tyte, I trowe.
I schall walke este and weste,
And garre t+hame werke wele werre.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Jesus   Jesus
\N335 Naye, feende, t+hou schall be feste,
T+Hat t+hou schalte flitte not ferre.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Satan   Satan
\N337 Feste? T+Hat were a foule reasoune-+-
Nay bellamy, t+hou bus be smytte.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Jesus   Jesus
\N339 Mighill myne aungell, make t+he boune
And feste yone fende t+hat he noght flitte.
And, Deuyll, I comaunde t+he go doune
Into thy selle where t+hou schalte sitte.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Satan   Satan
\N343 Owt! Ay herrowe! Helpe, Mahounde!
Nowe wex I woode oute of my witte.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Belsa.  Belsabub
\N345 Sattan, t+his saide we are,
Nowe schall t+hou fele t+hi fitte.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Satan   Satan
\N347 Allas for \#dole and care,
I synke into helle pitte.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Adam    Adam
\N349 A, Jesu, lorde, mekill is t+hi myght,
That mekis t+hiselffe in t+his manere,
Vs for to helpe as t+hou has hight,
Whanne both forfette, I and my feere.
Here haue we leuyd withouten light
Four thousand and vi c y+oere;
Now se I be t+his solempne sight
Howe thy mercy hath made vs \#clere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Eue     Eue
\N357 A, lorde, we were worthy
Mo turmentis for to taste,
But mende vs with mercye
Als t+hou of myght is moste.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:JohnB   John the Baptist
\N361 A, lorde, I loue t+he inwardly,
That me wolde make t+hi messengere
Thy comyng in erth for to crye,
And teche t+hi faith to folke in feere;
And sithen before t+he for to dye
And bringe boodworde to t+hame here,
How t+hai schulde haue thyne helpe in hye.
Nowe se I all t+hi poyntis appere
Als Dauid, prophete trewe,
Ofte tymes tolde vntill vs;
Of t+his comyng he knewe,
And saide it schulde be t+hus.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:David   David
\N373 Als I haue saide, y+oitt saie I soo,
\iNe\r \iderelinquas\r, \idomine\r,
\iAnimam\r \imeam\r \#\iin\r \iinferno\r,
Leffe noght my saule, lorde, aftir t+he
In depe helle where dampned schall goo;
Ne suffre neuere saules fro t+he be,
The sorowe of t+hame t+hat wonnes in woo
Ay full of filthe, t+hat may repleye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Adam    Adam
\N381 We thanke his grete goodnesse
He fette vs fro t+his place.
Makes joie nowe, more and lesse.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Omnis   Omnis
\N384 We laude God of his grace.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Jesus   Jesus
\N385 Adame, and my frendis in feere,
Fro all youre fooes come fourth with me.
Y+Oe schalle be sette in solas seere
Wher y+oe schall neuere of sorowes see.
And Mighill, myn aungell clere,
Ressayue t+hes saules all vnto t+he
And lede t+hame als I schall t+he lere,
To paradise with playe and plente+'.
Mi graue I woll go till,
Redy to rise vpperight,
And so I schall fulfille
That I before haue highte.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Mich.   Michill
\N397 Lorde, wende we schall aftir t+hi sawe,
To solace sere t+hai schall be sende.
But t+hat t+her deuelis no draught vs drawe
Lorde, blisse vs with t+hi holy hende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Jesus   Jesus
\N401 Mi blissing haue y+oe all on rawe,
I schall be with youe wher y+oe wende,
And all t+hat lelly luffes my lawe,
T+Hai schall be blissid withowten ende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.37    H:Adam    Adam
\N405 To t+he, lorde, be louyng,
T+Hat vs has wonne fro waa.
For solas will we syng
\iLaus\r \itibi\r \icum\r \igloria\r \ietc\.\r
\LDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Pilate  Pilate
\N1 Lordingis, listenys nowe vnto me:
I comaunde y+oou in ilke degre+'
Als domesman chiffe in t+his contre+',
For counsaill kende,
Atte my bidding y+oou awe to be
And baynly bende.
And sir Cayphas, chiffe of clergye,
Of youre counsaill late here in hye.
By \#youre assente sen we dyd dye
Jhesus t+his day,
T+Hat \#y+oe mayntayne, and stande t+herby
T+Hat werke allway.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Caiph.  Caiphas
\N13 Y+Ois sir, t+hat dede schall we mayntayne,
By lawe it was done all bedene,
Y+Oe wotte youreselue withouten wene
Als wele as we.
His sawes are nowe vppon hym sene
And ay schall be.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Anna    Anna
\N19 T+He pepull, \#sir, in t+his same steede,
Before y+oou saide with a hole-hede
T+Hat he was worthy to be dede,
And t+herto sware.
Sen all was rewlid by rightis rede
Nevyn it no more.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Pilate  Pilate
\N25 To neuyn methinketh it nedfull thyng.
Sen he was hadde to beriyng
Herde we nowthir of olde ne y+oing
Thithynges betwene.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Caiph.  Caiphas
\N29 Centurio, sir, will bringe \#thiding
Of all bedene.
We lefte hym t+here for man moste wise,
If any rebelles wolde ought rise
Oure rightwise dome for to dispise
Or it offende,
To sese t+hame till t+he nexte assise
And t+han make ende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Cent.   Centurio
\N37 A, blissid lorde Adonay,
What may t+hes meruayles signifie
T+Hat her was schewed so oppinly
Vnto oure sight,
T+His day whanne t+hat t+he man gune dye
T+Hat Jesus highte?
Itt is a misty thyng to mene,
So selcouth a sight was neuere sene,
T+Hat oure princes and prestis bedene
Of t+his affray
I woll go weten withouten wene,
What t+hei can saye.
God saue y+oou sirs on ilke a side,
Worschippe and welthe in worldis wide;
With mekill mirthe myght y+oe abide
\#Both day and nyght.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Pilate  Pilate
\N53 Centurio, welcome t+his tide,
Oure comely knyght.
Y+Oe haue bene miste vs here among.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Cent.   Centurio
\N56 God giffe you grace grathely to gang.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Pilate  Pilate
\N57 Centurio, oure frende full lang,
What is your will?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Cent.   Centurio
\N59 I drede me t+hat y+oe haue done wrang
And wondir ill.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Caiph.  Caiphas
\N61 Wondir ill? I pray t+he, why?
Declare it to t+his company.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Cent.   Centurio
\N63 So schall I sirs telle y+oou trewly
Withowten trayne:
T+He rightwise mane t+hanne mene I by
T+Hat y+oe haue slayne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Pilate  Pilate
\N67 Centurio, sesse of such sawe,
T+Hou arte a lered man in t+he lawe,
And if we schulde any witnes drawe
Vs to excuse,
To mayntayne vs euermore t+he awe,
And noy+ot reffuse.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Cent.   Centurio
\N73 To mayntayne trouthe is wele wort+hi.
I saide y+oou whanne I sawe hym dy
T+Hat he was Goddis sone almyghty
T+Hat hangeth t+hore;
Y+Oitt saie I soo, and stande t+herby
For euermore.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Caiph.  Caiphas
\N79 Y+Oa sir, such reasouns may y+oe rewe.
Y+Oe schulde noght neueyn such note enewe
But y+oe couthe any tokenyngis trewe
Vnto vs tell.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Cent.   Centurio
\N83 Such woundirfull cas neuere y+oitt y+oe knewe
As now befell.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Anna    Anna
\N85 We praye t+he telle vs of what thyng.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Cent.   Centurio
\N86 All elementis, both olde and y+oing,
In ther maneres t+hai made mornyng
In ilke a stede,
And knewe be countenaunce t+hat t+her kyng
Was done to dede.
T+He sonne for woo he waxed all wanne,
T+He mone and sterres of schynyng blanne,
T+He erthe tremeled and also manne
Began to speke;
T+He stones t+hat neuer was stered or t+hanne
Gune asondir breke,
And dede men rose, both grete and small.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Pilate  Pilate
\N98 Centurio, beware withall,
Y+Oe wote oure clerkis t+he clipsis t+hei call
Such sodayne sight.
Both sonne and mone t+hat sesoune schall
Lak of t+her light.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Caiph.  Caiphas
\N103 Y+Oa, and if dede men rose bodily
T+Hat myght be done thurgh socery,
T+Herfore we sette nothyng t+herby
To be abaiste.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Cent.   Centurio
\N107 All t+hat I tell for trewthe schall I
Euermore traste.
In t+his ilke werke t+hat y+oe did wirke
Nought allone t+he sonne was mirke,
But howe youre vaile raffe in youre kirke,
That witte I wolde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Pilate  Pilate
\N113 Swilke tales full sone will make vs irke
And t+hei be talde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Anna    Anna
\N115 Centurio, such speche withdrawe,
Of all t+hes wordes we haue none awe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Cent.   Centurio
\N117 Nowe sen y+oe sette noght be my sawe
Sirs, haue gode day.
God graunte you grace t+hat y+oe may knawe
T+He soth alway.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Anna    Anna
\N121 Withdrawe t+he faste sen t+hou t+he dredis,
For we schall wele mayntayne oure dedis.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Pilate  Pilate
\N123 Such wondir reasouns as he redis
Was neuere beforne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Caiph.  Caiphas
\N125 To neven t+his noote no more vs nedis,
Nowt+here even ne morne.
T+Herfore loke no manne make ille chere,
All t+his doyng may do no dere.
But to beware y+oitt of more were
T+Hat folke may fele,
We praye you sirs, of t+hes sawes sere
Avise y+oou wele.
And to t+his tale takes hede in hye,
For Jesu saide even opynly
A thyng t+hat greues all t+his Jury,
And riy+ot so may:
T+Hat he schulde rise vppe bodily
Within t+he thirde day.
And be it so, als motte I spede,
His lattar deede is more to drede
T+Han is the firste if we take hede
Or tente t+herto.
To neuyn t+his noote methynke moste nede
And beste to do.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Anna    Anna
\N145 Y+Oa sir, if all t+hat he saide soo,
He has no myght to rise and goo
But if his menne stele hym vs froo
And bere away.
T+Hat were tille us and ot+her moo
A foule fraye,
For t+hanne wolde t+hei saie euere-ilkone
T+Hat he roose by hymselffe allone.
 Therfore latte hym be kepte anone
With knyghtes hende,
Vnto thre daies be comen and gone
And broght till ende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Pilate  Pilate
\N157 In certayne sirs right wele y+oe saie,
For t+his ilke poynte nowe \#to purvaye
I schall ordayne if I may.
He schall not ryse,
Nor none schalle wynne hym t+hens away
On nokyns wise.
Sir knyghtis, t+hat are in dedis dowty,
Chosen for chiffe of cheualrye,
As we ay in youre force affie
Bot+he day and nyght,
Wendis and kepis Jesu body
With all youre myghte.
And for thyng t+hat euere be maye
Kepis hym wele to t+he thirde day,
And latis no man \#take hym away
Oute of t+hat stede-+-
For and t+hei do, suthly I saie
Y+Oe schall be dede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N175 Lordingis, we saie y+oou for certayne,
We schall kepe hym with myghtis and mayne.
T+Her schall no traitoures with no trayne
Stele hym vs froo.
Sir knyghtis, takis gere t+hat moste may gayne
And lates vs goo.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N181 Y+Ois, certis, we are all redy bowne,
We schall hym kepe till oure rennowne,
On ilke a side latte vs sitte doune
Nowe all in fere,
And sone we schall crake his croune
Whoso comes here.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Maria1  Maria 1
\N187 Allas, to dede I wolde be dight,
So woo in werke was neuere wight,
Mi sorowe is all for t+hat sight
T+Hat I gune see,
Howe Criste my maistir moste of myght
Is dede fro me.
Allas t+hat I schulde se his pyne
Or yit t+hat I his liffe schulde tyne,
Of ilke a myscheue he \#was medicyne
And bote of all,
Helpe and halde to ilke a hyne
T+Hat on hym wolde call.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Maria2  Maria 2
\N199 Allas, who schall my balis bete
Whanne I thynke on his woundes wete.
Jesu, t+hat was of loue so swete
And neuere did ill,
Es dede and grauen vnder t+he grete,
Withouten skill.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Maria3  Maria 3
\N205 Withowten skill t+he Jewes ilkone
T+Hat louely lorde has newly slayne,
And trespasse did he neuere none
In nokyn steede.
To whome nowe schall I make my mone
Sen he is dede?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Maria1  Maria 1
\N211 Sen he is dede my sisteres dere,
Wende we will on mylde manere
With oure anoynementis faire and clere
T+Hat we haue broght,
To noynte his wondis on sides sere
T+Hat Jewes hym wroght.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Maria2  Maria 2
\N217 Goo we same my sisteres free,
Full faire vs longis his corse to see.
But I wotte noght howe beste may be,
Helpe haue we none.
And who schall nowe here of vs thre
Remove t+he stone?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Maria3  Maria 3
\N223 T+Hat do we noght but we wer moo,
For it is huge and heuy also.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Maria1  Maria 1
\N225 Sisteris, a y+oonge childe, as we goo
Makand mornyng,
I see it sitte wher we wende to,
In white clothyng.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Maria2  Maria 2
\N229 Sistirs, sertis it is noght to hide,
T+He heuy stone is putte beside.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Maria3  Maria 3
\N231 Sertis, for thyng t+hat may betyde
Nere will we wende,
To layte t+hat luffely and with hym bide
T+Hat was oure frende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Ang.    Angel
\N235 Y+Oe mournand women in youre t+hought,
Here in t+his place whome haue y+oe sought?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Maria1  Maria 1
\N237 Jesu, t+hat to dede is brought,
Oure lorde so free.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Ang.    Angel
\N239 Women, certayne here is he noght,
Come nere and see.
He is noght here t+he soth to saie,
T+He place is voide t+hat he in laye,
T+He sudary here se y+oe may
Was on hym laide.
He is resen and wente his way,
As he y+oou saide.
Euen as he saide so done has hee,
He is resen thurgh grete poostee,
He schall be foune in Galile+'
In flesshe and fell.
To his discipilis nowe wende y+oe
And t+hus t+hame tell.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Maria1  Maria 1
\N253 Mi sisteres dere, sen it is soo
T+Hat he is resen dede t+hus froo,
As t+he aungell tolde me and yow too-+-
Oure lorde so fre-+-
Hens will I neuer goo
Or I hym see.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Maria2  Maria 2
\N259 Marie, vs thare no lenger lende,
To Galile+' nowe late vs wende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Maria1  Maria 1
\N261 Nought tille I see t+hat faithfull frende
Mi lorde and leche,
T+Herfore all t+his my sisteres hende,
T+Hat y+oe forth preche.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Maria3  Maria 3
\N265 As we haue herde so schall we saie.
Marie oure sistir, haue goode daye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Maria1  Maria 1
\N267 Nowe verray God as he wele maye-+-
\#Man \#most \#of \#myght-+-
He wisse you, sisteres, wele in youre waye
And rewle y+oou right.
Allas, what schall nowe wort+he on me.
Mi kaytiffe herte will breke in three
Whenne I thynke on t+hat body free,
How it was spilte.
Both feete and handes nayled tille a tre,
Withouten gilte.
Withouten gilte t+he trewe was tane,
For trespas did he neuere none,
T+He woundes he suffered many one
Was for my misse.
It was my dede he was for slayne
And nothyng his.
How might I, but I loued t+hat swete,
T+Hat for my loue tholed woundes wete
And sithen be grauen vndir t+he grete,
Such kyndnes kithe?
T+Her is nothing to t+hat we mete
May make me blithe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N288 What, oute allas, what schall I saie?
Where is t+he corse t+hat herein laye?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N290 What ayles t+he man? Is he awaye
T+Hat we schulde tent?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N292 Rise vppe and see.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N292 Harrowe, for ay
I telle vs schente.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N294 What deuill is t+his, what aylis y+oou twoo,
Such noyse and crye t+hus for to make too?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N296 Why is he gone?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N297 Allas, whare is he t+hat here laye?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N298 Whe, harrowe! Deuill, whare is he away?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N299 What, is he t+hus-gatis fro vs wente,
T+Hat fals traitour t+hat here was lente,
And we trewly here for to tente
Had vndirtane?
Sekirlie, I telle vs schente
Holy ilkane.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N305 Allas, what schall we do t+his day,
T+Hat t+hus t+his warlowe is wente his waye?
And sauely sirs I dare wele saie
He rose allone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N309 Witte sir Pilate of t+his affraye
We mon be slone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N311 Why, canne none of vs no bettir rede?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N312 T+Her is not ellis but we be dede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N313 Whanne t+hat he stered oute of t+his steede
None couthe it kenne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N315 Allas, harde happe was on my hede
Amonge all menne.
Fro sir Pilate witte of t+his dede,
T+Hat we were slepande whanne he y+oede,
He will forfette withouten drede
All t+hat we haue.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N321 Vs muste make lies, for t+hat is nede,
Oureselue to saue.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N323 Y+Oa, that rede I wele, also motte I goo.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N324 And I assente t+herto alsoo.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N325 An hundereth schall I saie, and moo,
Armed ilkone,
Come and toke his corse vs froo
And vs nere slayne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N329 Nay; certis I halde t+here none so goode
As saie t+he soth even as it stoode,
Howe t+hat he rose with mayne and mode
And wente his way.
To sir Pilate if he be wode
T+His dar I saie.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N335 Why, dare t+hou to sir Pilate goo
With thes tydingis and saie hym soo?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N337 So rede I; if he vs sloo
We dye but onys.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N339 Nowe he t+hat wrought vs all t+his woo
Woo worthe his bonys.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N341 Go we t+hanne, sir knyghtis hende,
Sen t+hat we schall to sir Pilate wende.
I trowe t+hat we schall parte no \#frende
Or t+hat we passe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N345 And I schall hym saie ilke worde tille ende,
Even as it was.
Sir Pilate, prince withouten pere,
Sir Cayphas and Anna in fere,
And all y+oe lordyngis t+hat are here
To neven by name,
God saue y+oou all on sidis sere
Fro synne and schame.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Pilate  Pilate
\N353 Y+Oe are welcome, oure knyghtis kene,
Of mekill mirthe nowe may y+oe mene,
Therfore some tales telle vs betwene
Howe y+oe haue wroght.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N357 Oure wakyng, lorde, withouten wene,
Is worthed to noy+ot.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Caiph.  Caiphas
\N359 To noght? Allas, sesse of such sawe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N360 T+He prophete Jesu t+hat y+oe wele knawe
Is resen and gone for all oure awe,
With mayne and myght.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Pilate  Pilate
\N363 T+Herfore t+he deuill hymselffe t+he drawe,
Fals recrayed knyght.
Combered cowardis I you call,
Haue y+oe latten hym goo fro you all?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N367 Sir, t+her was none t+hat did but small
When t+hat he y+oede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N369 We wer so ferde downe ganne we falle
And dared for drede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Anna    Anna
\N371 Hadde y+oe no strenghe hym to gaynestande?
Traitoures, y+oe myght haue boune in bande
Bothe hym and t+hame t+hat y+oe t+her fande,
And sessid t+hame sone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N375 T+Hat dede all erthely men leuand
Myght noy+ot haue done.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N377 We wer so radde euerilkone
Whanne t+hat he putte beside t+he stone,
We wer so stonyed we durste stirre none,
And so abasshed.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Pilate  Pilate
\N381 What, rose he by hymselfe allone?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N382 Y+Oa sir, t+hat be y+oe traste.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.4   Miles 4
\N383 We herde never sen we were borne,
Nor all oure faderes vs beforne,
Suche melodie mydday ne morne
As was made t+here.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Caiph.  Caiphas
\N387 Allas, t+hanne is oure lawes lorne
For eueremare.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.2   Miles 2
\N389 What tyme he rose goode tente I toke,
T+He erthe t+hat tyme tremylled and quoke,
All kyndely force t+han me forsoke
Tille he was gone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.3   Miles 3
\N393 I was aferde, I durste not loke
Ne myght had none,
I myght not stande, so was I starke.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Pilate  Pilate
\N396 Sir Cayphas, y+oe are a connyng clerke:
If we amysse haue tane oure merke,
I trowe same faile-+-
T+Herfore what schalle wort+he nowe of t+his werke?
Sais your counsaille.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Caiph.  Caiphas
\N401 To saie t+he beste forsothe I schall
That schall be prophete to vs all.
Y+Oone knyghtis behoues t+here wordis agayne-call,
Howe he is miste.
We nolde for thyng t+hat myght befall
T+Hat no man wiste.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Anna    Anna
\N407 Now sir Pilate, sen t+hat it is soo
T+Hat he is resynne dede vs froo,
Comaundis youre knyghtis to saie wher t+hei goo
T+Hat he was tane
With xx^t^^i^ ml. men and mo,
And t+hame nere slayne,
And therto of oure tresorie
Giffe to t+hame a rewarde forthy.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Pilate  Pilate
\N415 Nowe of t+his purpose wele plesed am I,
And forther t+hus:
Sir knyghtis t+hat are in dedis dowty,
Takes tente to vs,
And herkenes what t+hat y+oe schall saie
To ilke a man both nyy+ot and daye,
That ten ml. men in goode araye
Come y+oou vntill,
With forse of armys bare hym awaye
Agaynst your will.
Thus schall y+oe saie in ilke a lande,
And t+herto on t+hat same comenaunde
A thousande pounde haue in youre hande
To your rewarde-+-
And frenschippe sirs, y+oe vndirstande,
Schall not be spared.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Caiph.  Caiphas
\N431 Ilkone youre state we schall amende,
And loke y+oe saie as we y+oou kende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Mil.1   Miles 1
\N433 In what contre+' so y+oe vs sende
Be nyght or daye,
Wherso we come wherso we wende
So schall we saie.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.38    R:Pilate  Pilate
\N437 Y+Oa, and whereso y+oe tarie in ilke contre+',
Of oure doyng in no degre+'
Dois t+hat no manne t+he wiser be
Ne freyne beforne,
Ne of t+he sight t+hat y+oe gonne see
Nevynnes it nowt+here even ne morne.
For we schall mayntayne y+oou alwaye,
And to t+he pepull schall we saie
It is gretely agaynste oure lay
To trowe such thing.
So schall t+hei deme both nyght and day
All is lesyng.
Thus schall t+he sothe be bought and solde
And treasoune schall for trewthe be tolde,
T+Herfore ay in youre hartis y+oe holde
T+His counsaile clene.
And fares nowe wele both yonge and olde,
Haly bedene.
\LDr. Cyc. Yk.39    MM:Maria  Mary Magdalene
\N1 Allas, in t+his worlde was neuere no wight
Walkand with so mekill woo.
Thou dredfull dede, \#drawe hythir and dight
And marre me as t+hou haste done moo.
In lame is it loken, all my light,
Forthy on grounde onglad I goo;
Jesus of Nazareth he hight,
The false Jewes slewe hym me froo.
Mi witte is waste nowe in wede.
I walowe, I walke, nowe woo is me,
For laide nowe is t+hat lufsome in lede,
The Jewes hym nayled vntill a tree.
My doulfull herte is euere in drede,
To grounde nowe gone is all my glee.
I sporne t+her I was wonte to spede,
Nowe helpe me God in persones three.
Thou lufsome lede in ilke a lande,
As t+hou schope both day and nyght,
Sonne and mone both bright schynand,
T+Hou graunte me grace to haue a sight
Of my lorde, or ellis his sande.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.39    MM:Jesus  Jesus
\N22 Thou wilfull woman in t+his waye,
Why wepis t+hou soo als t+hou wolde wede,
Als t+hou on felde wolde falle doune faie?
Do way, and do no more t+hat dede.
Whome sekist t+hou t+his longe daye?
Say me t+he sothe, als Criste t+he rede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.39    MM:Maria  Mary Magdalene
\N28 Mi lorde Jesu and God verray,
T+Hat suffered for synnes his sides bleede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.39    MM:Jesus  Jesus
\N30 I schall t+he saie, will t+hou me here,
T+He soth of hym t+hat t+hou hast sought:
Withowten drede, t+hou faithfull fere,
He is full nere t+hat mankynde bought.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.39    MM:Maria  Mary Magdalene
\N34 Sir, I wolde loke both ferre and nere
To fynde my lorde-+-I se hym noght.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.39    MM:Jesus  Jesus
\N36 Womane, wepe noght, but mende thy chere,
I wotte wele whedir t+hat he was brought.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.39    MM:Maria  Mary Magdalene
\N38 Swete sir, yf t+hou hym bare awaye,
Saie me t+he sothe and thedir me leede
Where t+hou hym didde, withouten delay
I schall hym seke agayne goode speede.
Therfore, goode gardener, saie t+hou me,
I praye t+he for the prophetis sake,
Of thez tythyngis t+hat I aske t+he.
For it wolde do my sorowe to slake
\#When Goddis body founden myght be,
T+Hat Joseph of t+he crosse gonne take.
Might I hym fange vnto my fee,
Of all my woo he wolde me wrake.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.39    MM:Jesus  Jesus
\N50 What wolde t+hou doo with t+hat body bare
T+Hat beried was with balefull chere?
T+Hou may noght salue hym of his sare,
His peynes were so sadde and seere.
But he schall cover mankynde of care,
T+Hat clowded was he schall make clere,
And t+he folke wele for to fare
T+Hat fyled were all in feere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.39    MM:Maria  Mary Magdalene
\N58 A, myght I euere with t+hat man mete,
T+He whiche t+hat is so mekill of myght,
Drye schulde I wype t+hat nowe is wete;
I am but sorowe of worldly sight.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.39    MM:Jesus  Jesus
\N62 Marie, of mournyng amende thy moode,
And beholde my woundes wyde.
T+Hus for mannys synnes I schedde my bloode
And all t+his bittir bale gonne bide.
T+Hus was I rased on t+he roode
With spere and nayles that were \#vnride.
Trowe it wele, it turnes to goode
Whanne men in erthe t+her flessh schall hyde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.39    MM:Maria  Mary Magdalene
\N70 A, Rabony, I haue t+he sought,
Mi maistir dere, full faste t+his day.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.39    MM:Jesus  Jesus
\N72 Goo awaye Marie, and touche me noy+ot,
But take goode kepe what I schall saie:
I ame hee t+hat all thyng wroght,
T+Hat t+hou callis t+hi lorde and God verraye.
With bittir dede I mankynde boght,
And I am resen as t+hou se may.
And therfore, Marie, speke nowe with me,
And latte t+hou nowe be thy grette.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.39    MM:Maria  Mary Magdalene
\N80 Mi lorde Jesu, I knowe nowe t+he,
T+Hi woundes t+hai are nowe wette.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.39    MM:Jesus  Jesus
\N82 Negh me noght, my loue, latte be
Marie my doughtir swete.
To my fadir in Trinite+'
Fort+he I stigh noy+ot yette.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.39    MM:Maria  Mary Magdalene
\N86 A, mercy, comely conquerour,
Thurgh t+hi myght t+hou haste ouercome dede.
Mercy, Jesu, man and saueour,
Thi loue is swetter t+hanne t+he mede.
Mercy, myghty confortour,
For are I was full wille of rede.
Welcome lorde, all myn honnoure,
Mi joie, my luffe, in ilke a stede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.39    MM:Jesus  Jesus
\N94 Marie, in thyne harte t+hou write
Myne armoure riche and goode:
Myne actone couered all with white
Als cors of man behewede,
With stuffe goode and parfite
Of maydenes flessh and bloode;
Whan thei ganne thirle and smyte
Mi heede for hawberke stoode.
Mi plates wer spredde all on brede,
T+Hat was my body vppon a tree;
Myne helme couered all with manhede,
T+He strengh t+herof may no man see;
T+He croune of thorne t+hat garte me blede,
Itt bemenes my dignite+'.
Mi diademe sais, withouten drede,
T+Hat dede schall I neuere be.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.39    MM:Maria  Mary Magdalene
\N110 A, blessid body t+hat bale wolde beete,
Dere haste t+hou bought mankynne.
Thy woundes hath made t+hi body wete
With bloode t+hat was t+he withinne.
Nayled t+hou was thurgh hande and feete,
And all was for oure synne.
Full grissely muste we caitiffis grete-+-
Of bale howe schulde I blynne?
To se t+his ferly foode
T+Hus ruffully dight,
Rugged and rente on a roode,
T+His is a rewfull sight;
And all is for oure goode,
And nothyng for his plight.
Spilte t+hus is his bloode,
For ilke a synfull wight.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.39    MM:Jesus  Jesus
\N126 To my God and my fadir dere,
To hym als-swithe I schall assende,
For I schall nowe noy+ot longe dwelle here,
I haue done als my fadir me kende;
And therfore loke t+hat ilke man lere
Howe t+hat in erthe t+her liffe may mende.
All t+hat me loues I schall drawe nere
Mi fadirs blisse t+hat neuere schall ende.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.39    MM:Maria  Mary Magdalene
\N134 Alle for joie me likes to synge,
Myne herte is gladder t+hanne t+he glee,
And all for joie of thy risyng
That suffered dede vpponne a tree.
Of luffe nowe is t+hou crouned kyng,
Is none so trewe levand more free.
Thy loue passis all erthely thyng,
Lorde, blissed motte t+hou euere bee.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.39    MM:Jesus  Jesus
\N142 To Galile+' schall t+hou wende
Marie, my doghtir dere,
Vnto my brethir hende,
T+Her t+hei are all in fere.
Telle t+hame ilke worde to ende
T+Hat t+hou spake with me here.
Mi blissing on t+he lende,
And all t+hat we leffe here.
\LDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N1 That lorde t+hat me lente t+his liffe for to lede,
In my wayes t+hou me wisse t+hus will of wone.
Qwen othir men halfe moste mirthe to t+her mede,
T+Hanne als a mornand manne make I my mone.
For douteles nowe may we drede vs-+-
Allas, t+hei haue refte vs oure rede,
With doole haue t+hei dight hym to dede,
T+Hat lorde t+hat was leeffe for to lede vs.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.2  Pilgrim 2
\N9 He ledde vs full lelly t+hat lorde, nowe allas,
Mi lorde for his lewte+' his liffe has he lorne.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N11 Saye, who comes t+here claterand?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.2  Pilgrim 2
\N11 Sir, I Cleophas;
Abide, my leffe brot+here, to bale am I borne.
But telle me whedir t+hou bounes?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N14 To Emax, t+his castell beside vs.
Ther may we bothe herber and hyde vs,
T+Herfore late vs tarie at no townes.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.2  Pilgrim 2
\N17 Atte townes for to tarie take we no tent,
But take vs tome at t+his tyme to talke of sume tales,
And jangle of t+he Jewes and of Jesu so gente,
Howe t+hei bette t+hat body was bote of all bales.
With buffettis t+hei bete hym full barely,
In sir Cayphas hall garte t+hei hym call;
And hym before sir Pilate in his hall
On t+he morne t+han aftir, full arely.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N25 Full arely t+he juggemen demed hym to dye;
Both prestis and prelatis to Pilate made preysing,
And alls cursid caytiffis and kene on Criste gan t+hei crie,
And on t+hat lele lorde made many a lesyng.
T+Hei spitte in his face to dispise hym,
To spoile hym nothyng t+hei spared hym,
But natheles baynly t+hei bared hym,
With scourges smertly goyng t+hei smote hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.2  Pilgrim 2
\N33 T+Hei smotte hym full smertely t+hat t+he bloode oute braste,
T+Hat all his hyde in hurth was hastely hidde.
A croune of thorne on his heede full thraly t+hei thraste,
Itt is grete dole for to deme t+he dedis t+hei hym dide.
With byndyng vnbaynly and betyng,
T+Hane on his bakke bare he t+hame by
A crosse vnto Caluery;
T+Hat swettyng was swemyed for swetyng.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N41 For all t+he swette t+hat he swete with swyngis t+hei hym swang,
And raffe hym full rewfully with rapes on a rode.
T+Han heuyd t+hei hym highly on hight for to hang,
Withouten misse of t+his man, t+hus mensked t+hai his mode
T+Hat euere has bene trewest in trastyng.
Methynkith myn herte is boune for to breke,
Of his pitefull paynes when we here speke,
So frendfull we fonde hym in fraistyng.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.2  Pilgrim 2
\N49 In frasting we fonde hym full faithfull and free,
\#In his mynde mente he neuere mysse to no man.
Itt was a sorowe, forsoth, in sight for to see
Whanne t+hat a spetyffull spere vnto his harte ranne.
In baill t+hus his body was beltid,
Into his harte thraly t+hei thraste;
Whan his piteffull paynes were paste,
T+Hat swet thyng full swiftely he sweltid.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N57 He sweltid full swithe in swonyng, t+hat swette.
Allas for t+hat luffely t+hat laide is so lowe,
With granyng full grissely on grounde may we grette,
For so comely a corse canne I none knowe.
With dole vnto dede t+hei did hym
For his wise werkis t+hat he wroght t+hame,
T+Hes false folke, whan t+hei bet+houghte t+hame,
T+Hat grette vnkyndynesse t+hei kidde hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.2  Pilgrim 2
\N65 Vnkyndynesse t+hei kidde hym, t+ho caitiffis so kene,
And als vnwitty wightis wrought t+hei hym \#wrake.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Jesus   Jesus
\N67 What are t+hes meruailes t+hat y+oe of mene
And t+hus mekill mournyng in mynde t+hat y+oe make,
Walkyng t+hus wille by t+hes wayes?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.2  Pilgrim 2
\N70 Why, arte t+hou a pilgryme and haste bene
At Jerusalem, and haste t+hou noght sene
What dole has ben done in t+hes daies?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Jesus   Jesus
\N73 In ther daies, dere sir, what dole was t+her done?
Of t+hat werke wolde I witte, and youre will were,
And therfore I pray you telle me now sone,
Was t+her any hurlyng in hande? Nowe late me here.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N77 Why, herde t+hou no carpyng nor crying
Att Jerusalem t+her t+hou haste bene,
Whenne Jesu \#t+he Nazarene
Was doulfully dight to t+he dying?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.2  Pilgrim 2
\N81 To t+he dying t+hei dight hym t+hat defte was and dere,
Thurgh prokering of princes t+hat were t+her in prees.
\#Forthy as wightis t+hat are will t+hus walke we in were,
For-pechyng als pilgrymes t+hat putte are to pees.
For mornyng of oure maistir t+hus morne wee,
As wightis t+hat are wilsome t+hus walke we,
Of Jesus in telling t+hus talke we,
Fro townes for takyng t+hus turne we.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N89 T+Hus turne we fro townes, but take we entent
How t+hei mourthered t+hat man t+hat we of mene.
Full rewfully with ropis on rode t+hei hym rente
And \#takkid hym t+hertill full tyte in a tene.
Vpperightis full rudely t+hei raised hym,
T+Hanne myghtely to noye hym withall,
In a mortaise faste lete hym fall-+-
To pynne hym t+hei putte hym and peysed hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.2  Pilgrim 2
\N97 Thei peysed hym to pynne hym, t+hat pereles of pese;
T+Hus on t+hat wight t+hat was wise wroy+ot t+hei grete wondir,
Y+Oitt with t+hat sorowe wolde t+hei noy+ot sesse-+-
They schogged hym and schotte hym his lymes all in sondir,
His braynes t+hus brake t+hei and braste hym.
A blynde knyght, such was his happe,
Inne with a spere-poynte atte t+he pappe
To t+he harte full thraly he thraste hym.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N105 Thei thraste hym full thraly, t+han was t+her no threpyng,
T+Hus with dole was t+hat dere vnto dede dight.
His bak and his body was bolned for betyng-+-
Itt was, I saie t+he forsoth, a sorowfull sight.
But ofte-sithes haue we herde saie,
And we trowe as we herde telle,
That he was to rawsoune Israell;
But nowe is t+his t+he thirde daye.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.2  Pilgrim 2
\N113 T+Hes dayes newe owre wittis are waxen in were,
For some of oure women for certayne t+hei saide
That t+hai sawe in t+her sightis solas full seere,
Howe all was lemand light wher he was laide.
T+Hei called vs, as euer myght t+hei thriffe,
For certayne t+hei saugh it in sight,
A visioune of aungellis bright,
And tolde t+hame t+her lorde was alyue.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N121 On lyue tolde t+hei t+hat lorde leued hir in lande;
T+Hez women come lightly to warne, I wene.
Some of oure folke hyed forthe, and faste t+hei it fande
T+Hat all was soth t+hat t+hei saide t+hat sight had t+hei sene.
For lely t+hei loked t+her he laye
T+Hei wende t+her t+hat foode to haue fonne;
T+Hanne was his toumbe tome as a tonne-+-
T+Hanne wiste t+hei t+hat wight was away.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.2  Pilgrim 2
\N129 Awaye is t+hat wight t+hat wonte was vs for to wisse.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Jesus   Jesus
\N130 A, fooles t+hat are fauty and failes of youre feithe,
T+His bale bud hym bide and belde t+hame in blisse-+-
But y+oe be lele of youre laye youre liffe holde I laith.
To prophetis he proued it and preched,
And also to Moyses gan he saie
T+Hat he muste nedis die on a day,
And Moyses forth talde it and teched,
And talde it and teched it many tymes t+han.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N138 A, more of t+his talking we pray you to telle vs.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.2  Pilgrim 2
\N139 Y+Oa sir, be youre carping full kyndely we kenne
Y+Oe meene of oure maistir of whome t+hat we melle vs.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N141 Y+Oa, goode sir, see what I saie y+oou,
Se y+oe t+his castell beside her?
All nyght we thynke for to bide here;
Bide with vs sir pilgrime, we praye y+oou.
We praye y+oou, sir pilgrime, y+oe presse noy+ot to passe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Jesus   Jesus
\N146 Y+Ois sir, me bus nede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N146 Nay sir, t+he nyght is ovir-nere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Jesus   Jesus
\N147 And I haue ferre for to founde.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.2  Pilgrim 2
\N147 I hope wele t+hou has.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N148 We praye t+he sir, hartely, all nyght holde t+he here.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Jesus   Jesus
\N149 I thanke youe of t+his kyndinesse y+oe kydde me.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N150 Go in sir, sadly and sone.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.2  Pilgrim 2
\N151 Sir, daunger \#dowte noy+ot, haue done.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Jesus   Jesus
\N152 Sir, I muste nedis do as y+oe bid me.
Y+Oe bidde me so baynly I bide for t+he beste.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N154 Lo, her is a sege goode sir, I saie y+oou.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.2  Pilgrim 2
\N155 With such goode as we haue glad we oure geste.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N156 Sir, of t+his poure pitaunce take parte now we pray yow.
\N156 [...    ...]
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Jesus   Jesus
\N157 Nowe blisse I t+his brede t+hat brought is on t+he borde.
Fraste t+heron faithfully, my frendis, you to feede.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N159 [...   ...] vnterly haue we tane entent-+-
Ow, I trowe some torfoyr is betidde vs!
Saie, wher is t+his man?
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.2  Pilgrim 2
\N161 Away is he wente-+-
Right now satte he beside vs.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N163 Beside vs we both sawe hym sitte,
And by no poynte couthe I parceyue hym passe.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.2  Pilgrim 2
\N165 Nay, be t+he werkis t+hat he wrought full wele myght we witte
Itt was Jesus hymselffe-+-I wiste who it was.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N167 Itt was Jesus t+hus wisely t+hat wrought,
T+Hat raised was and rewfully rente on t+he rode.
Of bale and of bittirnesse has he vs boght,
Boune was and betyn t+hat all braste on bloode.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.2  Pilgrim 2
\N171 All braste on bloode, so sore was he bette,
With t+her wickid Jewes t+hat wrethfull was euere;
With scourges and scharpe thornes on his heede sette,
Suche torfoyr and torment of telle herde I neuere.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N175 Of telle herde I neuere of so pitefull \#peyne
As suffered oure souerayne hyngand on hight;
Nowe is he resen with myght and with mayne,
I telle for sikir, we saugh hym in sight.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.2  Pilgrim 2
\N179 We saugh hym in sight, nowe take we entent
Be t+he brede t+hat he brake vs so baynly betwene,
Such wondirfull wais as we haue wente
Of Jesus t+he gente was neuere none seene.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N183 Sene was t+her neuere so wondirfull werkes,
Be see ne be sande, in t+his worlde so wide.
Menskfully in mynde t+hes materes now merkis,
And preche we it prestly on euery ilke side.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.2  Pilgrim 2
\N187 On euery ilke side prestely prechis we-+-
Go we to Jerusaleme t+hes tydingis to telle.
Oure felawes fro fandyng nowe fraste we,
More of t+his mater her may we not melle.
\SDr. Cyc. Yk.40    E:Pilg.1  Pilgrim 1
\N191 Here may we notte melle more at t+his tyde,
For prossesse of plaies t+hat precis in plight.
He bringe to his blisse on euery ilke side,
T+Hat sofferayne lorde t+hat moste is of myght.