The Iremongeres Playe

Incipit Pagina de Crucifixione Christi et de his qui fuerunt in eundo versus locum Calvariae; et incipit Cayphas.


Cayphas
Nowe of this segger we binne seker.
Agaynst us boote he not to beker.
Though he flyre, flatter and flycker,
thys fiste shall he not flee.
Thou, Jesu, would be our kinge?
Goe forth! Evill joye thee wringe,
for wroken on thee at our likinge
full soone shall we bee.
Gurd on fast and make him goe,
this freake that ys our elders foe;
for all his wyles, from this woe
shall no man him warne.
Annas
Him seemes werye of his waye.
Some helpe to gett I wyll assaye,
for this crosse, in good faye,
soe farre he may not beare.
Come hither, Symon of Surrey,
and take this crosse anon in hye.
Unto the mount of Calverye,
helpe that yt were borne.
Symon
The devil! speede this companye!
For death hee is not worthye.
For his sake, syckerlye,
I hould you all forlorne.
To beare no crosse am I entent,
for yt was never myne assent
to procure thys profettes judgment,
full of the Holy Ghoost.
Caypas
Symon, but thou will be shent
and suffer payne and imprisonment,
this crosse upon thy backe thou hent
and lett be all thy bost.
Symon
Alas, that ever I hither come!
Would God I had bynne in Rome
when I the waye hither come,
thus to be anoyed!
But God I take to wytnes
that I do this by distresse.
All, iwys, through your falsnes
I hope will be destroyed.
Annas
Have donne! Bringe forth those theeves two!
On eyther halfe him they shall goe.
This freake shall be handled soe
with fellowshippe in fere.
Primus Judeus
Take them here, bound fast,
while this whippecorde may last,
for the pryme of the daye is past.
How longe shall we be here?
Prima Maria
Alas, alas, and woe is mee!
A deolfull sight this is to see.
So many sycke saved hath hee,
and nowe goeth this waye.
Secunda Maria
Sorrowfull may his mother bee
to see thy flesh so fayre and free
nayled so fowle upon a tree,
as he mon be todaye.
Jesus
Yee weomen of Jerusalem,
weepe not for mee, ne make noe [swem];
but for your owne barme-[teame]
ye mon reame tenderlye.
For tyme shall come, withowten were,
ye shall blesse ballye that never child bere
and pappe that never milke came nere,
so nygh ys your anoye.
Cayphas
Have donne, you tormentours, tyte,
and spoyle him that hath donne us spyte.
Primus Judeus
Yea, though hee both growne and stryke,
owt hee shalbe shaken.
Bee thou wroth or be thou fayne,
I will be thy chamberlayne.
This coate gettes thou never agayne
and I may be waken.
Secundus Judeus
This coate shalbe myne,
for yt is good and fyne
and seame is none therin
that I can see.
Tertius Judeus
Yea, God give me pyne
and that shalbe thine,
for thou art ever inclind
to drawe towardes thee.
Quartus Judeus
Naye, fellowes, by this daye,
at the dyce we will playe,
and there we shall assaye
thys weede for to wyn.
Primus Judeus
A, fellowe, by this daye,
well can thou saye!
Laye forth those clothes; laye
on boord or we blyn!
Secundus Judeus
Fellowes, nowe let see!
Here are dyce three.
’Which of all wee
shall wynne this ware?
Tertius Judeus
Nay, parted they shalbe,
for that ys egallye.
Therfore, as mote I thee,
or we hethen fare-
Quartus Judeus
This coate bowt seame,
to breake yt were shame,
for in all Jerusalem
ys non such a garment.
Primus Judeus
His dame nowe may dreame
for her owne barme-teame;
for nother aunte nor came
gettes this gaye garment.
Secundus Judeus
His other clothes all
to us fowre can fall.
First parte them I shall,
and after playe for this.
This kyrtle myne I call.
Take thow this pawlle.
Iche man in this halle
wottes I doe not amysse.

Ad Tertium:


This kyrtle take to thee-

Ad Quartum:


and thou this to thy fee.
Iche man nowe maye see
that all wee be served.
Tertius Judeus
Yea, nowe I read that wee
sytt downe, as mote I thee,
and looke whose thys shalbe
that ys here reserved.

Tunc omnes seaent et clicat Primus Judeus Jactans decios


Nowe will I beginne
for to cast, or I blynne,
this coate for to wynne
that is both good and fyne.
Secundus Judeus
By my fathers kynn,
noe parte hasse thou therin;
but, or I hethen wynne,
this coate shalbe myne.
Take! Here, I darre laye,
are dubletts in good araye.
Tertius Judeus
Thou fayles, fellowe, by my faye,
to have this to thy fee,
for here is cator-traye.
Therfore goe thou thy waye,
and as well thou maye,
and leave this with mee.
Quartus Judeus
Fellowes, verament,
I read we be at on assent.
This gaye garment
that is bowt seame,
you give by judgment
to mee this vestement,
for synnce God hath me sent,
thinke you never so sweene.
Primus Judeus
As have I good grace,
well wonne yt thou hasse,
for synke ther was
that every man might see.
Cayphas
Men, for cockes face,
howe longe shall pewee-ars
stand naked in that place?
Goe nayle him on the tree!
Secundus Judeus
Anon, mayster, anon.
A hommer have I wonne.
As farre as I have gonne
ys non such another.
Tertius Judeus
And here are, by my pon,
nayles good wonne
to nayle him upon
and he were my brother.
Quartus Judeus
Goe we too as fast.
This caytyffe have I cast.
Hee shall be wronge wrast
or I wynd awaye.
Primus Judeus
Here is a rope wyll last
for to drawe at the mast.
This poplard never past
so perrelous a playe.
Secundus Judeus
Layes him therupon,
this ilke mased man,
and I shall dryve one
this nayle to the end.
Tertius Judeus
As broke I my ponn,
well cast him I con
and make him full wonne
or I from him wend.
Quartus Judeus
Fellowes, will yee see
howe sleight I shalbe
this fist, or I flee,
here to make fast?
Primus Judeus
Yea, but, as mote I thee,
shorte-armed is hee.
To the booringe of this tree
hit will not well last.
Secundus Judeus
A, therfore care thou nought.
A sleight I have sought.
Roopes must be bought
to strayne him with strenght.
Tertius Judeus
A rope, as I beheight,
yee shall have in brought.
Take yt here well wrought,
and drawe him a lenght.
Quartus Judeus
Drawes, for your fathers kynne,
while that I dryve yn
this ilke iron pynne
that I dare laye will last.
Primus Judeus
As ever have I wynne,
his arme is but a fynne.
Nowe drive on bowten dynne
and we shall drawe fast.
Secundus Judeus
Fellowe, be this light,
nowe were his feete dight,
this gamon went on right
and up he should be raysed.
Tertius Judeus
That shall be donne in hight
anon in your sight,
for, by my trouth I plight,
I sarve to be praysed.
Quartus Judeus
Fellowes, will you see
howe I have stretched his knee?
Why prayse ye not mee
that have so well donne?
Primus Judeus
Yea, helpe nowe that hee
on height raysed bee,
for, as mote I thee,
almost hit ys noone.

Tunc Pilatus, habens tabulam in manu, dicit.


Pilatus
Come hither thou, I command thee;
goe nayle thys table unto the tree.
Sythen he wyll kynge of Jewes bee,
he must have a cognisens.
’Jesu of Nazareth,’ mon may see;
’Kynge of Jewes’-howe lykys thee?-
is wrytten theron, for so sayd hee
withowten varyens.
Secundus Judeus
Naye, syr Pilate, to us beede.
Kinge ys he non, so God me speede.
Therfore thou doest a sorye deede;
this writinge many a mon rewes.
Thou should wryte that men might reede
howe hee lyes to eych leede
and tould over all theras he yeede
that he was kynge of Jewes.
Pilate
That that ys wrytten I have wrytten.
Tertius Judeus
And in good fayth that ys fowle wrytten,
for everye mon may well wytten
that wronge thou hasse wrought.
What the devyll kynge ys he, mon?
But falslye thereas hee hath gone
hee hasse tould leasinges manye one,
that deere they should be bought.

Tunc venit Maria lachrimans.


Marye
Alas, my love, my life, my leere!
Alas, nowe mourninge, woe ys mee!
Alas, sonne, my boote thou bee,
thy mother that thee bare.
Thinke one, my fruyte, I fostred thee
and gave thee sucke upon my brest.
Upon my pyne thou have pittye;
thou feyles no power.
Alas, whye nyll my liefe forlorne
to fynd my sonne here me beforne,
tugget, lugget, and all totorne
with traytors nowe this tyde,
with nayles thrast and crowne of thorne?
Therfore I made, both evon and morne,
to see my byrth that I have borne
this bitter bale to byde.
Alas, my sorrowe when wyll thou slake
and to these traytors me betake
to suffer death, sonne, for thy sake
-and doe as I thee saye?
Alas, theeves, why doe ye soe?
Slayes ye mee and lett my sonne goe.
For him suffer I would this woe
and lett him wend awaye.
Maria Magdalena
Alas, howe should my hart be light
to see my seemely lord in sight
deolfully drawne and so dight
that did never man greivans?
Marred I am mayne and might
and for him fayles me to fight;
but God, that rules aye the right,
give you mickell mischance.
Maria Jacobi
Alas, sorrowe syttys me sore!
Myrth of thee I gett no more.
Why wouldest thou dye, Jesu, wherfore,
that to the dead gave life?
Helpe me, Jesu, with some thinge
and out of this bitter bale me bringe,
or elles siaye me for anythinge
and stynt me of this stryffe.
Maria Salomee
Come downe, lord, and breake thy bandes.
Lose and heale thy lovely handes.
Or tell me, Jesu, for whom thou wondes,
syth thou art God and man.
Alas, that ever I borne was
to see thy bodye in such a case.
My sorrowe wyli never slake nor seace,
such sorrowe is me upon.
Annas
Nowe this shrewe ye hoven on height
I would see, for all his sleight,
for his crowne howe he can feight
and ferre from us to flee.
He that hasse healed so manye one
nowe save himselfe give that he can,
and then all we shall leeve him upon
that hit soothly so ys.
Jesus
Father of heaven, yf thy will be,
forgive them this they donne to mee;
for they be blynd and may not see
howe fowle they donne amys.
Cayphas
If thou be of such postee,
and Godes Sonne in majestie,
come downe and we will leeve on thee
that yt soothly so ys.
Primus Latro (the First Theefe)
If thou be Christ verrey
and Godes Sonne, nowe as I saye
save us from this death todaye
and thyselfe also.
Secundus Latro (the Second Theefe)
A, man, be still, I thee praye!
Dreede God, I read thee aye,
for folylye thou speakest in faye.
Make not thy freind thy foe.
Mon, thou wottest well, iwys,
that rightwisely we suffer this,
for he hath not donne so mych amys
to suffer so great anoye.
But, lord, I beseech thee,
when thou art in thy majestie,
then that thou wilt thinke on mee
and on mee have mercye.
Jesus
Mon, I tell thee, in good faye,
for thy beleeffe is so verey,
in paradyce thou shalt be todaye
with me there in my blys.
And, woman, to thee also I saye
by the thy sonne there thou se maye
that cleane virgine hasse binne aye
right as thyselvon ys.
And, John, there thy mother thou may see.
John
Yea, lord, her keper I shalbe.
Welcome, Marye, mother free;
together we must goe.
Mary The First
Alas, my hart will brast in three!
Alas, death, I conjure thee!
The life, sonne, thou take from mee
and twyn me from this woe.
John
Comforte thee nowe, sweete Marye,
for though we suffer this anoye,
suster, I tell thee sekerlye,
on lyve thou shalt him see
and ryse with full victorye
when he hasse fullfulled the prophecye.
Thy sonne thou shalt se, sekerlye,
within these dayes three.
Jesus
Eloye, Eloy! My God, I speake to thee!
Eloy lamazabathany!
Why hasse thou thys forsaken mee?
Primus Judeus
A, herke, herke howe hee cryeth upon Elye
to delyver him of his anoye.
Secundus Judeus
Abyde, and we shall see in hye
whether Elye dare come here or floe.
Jesus
My thyrst ys sore, my thyrst ys sore.
Tertius Judeus
Yea, thou shalt have drynke therfore
that thow shalt lyst to drynke no more
of all thys seaven yeare.
Jesus
Mightie God in majestie,
to worke thy wyll I would never wend.
My [spiritte] I betake to thee;
receyve yt, lord, into thy handes.

'Consummatum est.'


Centurio
Lordinges, I say you sickerlye,
this was Godes Sonne almightie.
No other, forsooth, leeve will I,
for needes so yt must be.
I knowe by manner of his crye
hee hasse fuffilled the prophecye
and godhead shewed apertlye
in him, all men may knowe.
Cayphas
Centurio, as God me speede,
thou must be smutted; thou canst not read.
But ’when thou seest his hart bleede,
lettes se what thou can saye.
Longys, take this speare in hand
and put from thee-looke thou ne wond.
Longyus
A, lord, I see ne sea ne lond
this seaven yeare, in good fay.
Quartus Judeus
Have this speare and take good heede.
Tho must doe, as the bushoppe thee bade,
a thinge that ys of full great neede.
To warne I hould thee wood.
Longyus
I will do as ye byd mee,
but on your perill hitt shalbe.
What I doe I may not see,
whether yt be evell or good.

Tunc Longyus lancia perforat latus Christi, dicens


High kinge of heavon, I thee here.
What I have donne well wott I neere,
but on my hand and on my speare
owt water runneth throwe;
and on my eyes some can fall
that I may see both one and all.
A, lord, wherever be this wall
that this water came froe.
Alas, alas, and wellawaye!
What deede have I donne todaye?
A mon I see, sooth to saye,
I have slayne in this stead.
But this I hope be Christ verey
that sycke and blynd hasse healed aye.
Of mercye, lord, I thee nowe praye,
for I wyste not what I did.
Jesu, mych have I hard speake of thee,
that sycke and blynd through thy pittie
hasse healed before in this cittie
as thou hasse me todaye.
Thee will I serve and with thee bee,
for well I leeve in dayes three
thou will ryse full in postee
from enemyes. Lord, I thee praye.
Josephe
A, lord God, what hartes have yee
to slea this mon that I here see
dead, hanginge upon roode-tree,
that never yett did amys?
For, sekerly, Goddes Sonne ys hee.
Therfore a tombe is made for mee
them his bodye buryed shalbe,
for hee is kinge of blys.
Nycodemus
Syr Joseph, I saye sekerly,
this ys Godes Sonne almightie.
Goe aske at Pilate his bodye,
and buryed shall hee bee.
I shall helpe thee, witterlye,
to take him downe devowtlye,
though Cayphas goe home-wood thereby
and all his meanye.

Tunc veniet Joseph ab Aramathia ad Pilatum et dicat


Joseph
Syr Pilate, speciall I thee praye
a boone thou grant me as thou maye.
This prophett that ys dead todaye,
thou grant me his bodye.
Pilatus
Joseph, all ready, in good faye!
If that Centurio he will saye
that hee ys dead withowten naye,
him will I not denye.
Centurio, is Jesus dead?
Centurio
Yea, syr, as broke I my head,
in him ther is no life lead,
for I stood therby.
Pilatus
Joseph, take him then to thee
and burye him where thy will be.
Joseph
Grantmercy, syr, perdee.
I thanke you hartfullye.

Tunc ibit Joseph super montem, et dicat Joseph


A, sweete Jesu, sweete Jesu,
as thou art God, faythfull and true,
in a tombe ys made full newe
thy bodye shall in be layd.
Shouldest thou never have such vertue
as thou hast shewed synce I thee knewe
but yf godhead thy deede should shewe
as thou before hasse sayde.
Therewith, Jesu, come hyther to mee.
Thy blessed bodye buryed shalbe
with all worshipp and honestie
and menske all that I may.
Yett hope I within these dayes three
in flesh and blood alyve to see
thou that art nayled on a tree
unworthely todaye.
Nicodemus
Joseph, brother, as I well see,
this holy prophet is given to thee.
Some worshipp hee shall have of mee
that ys of myghtiest most.
For as I leve by my lewtye,
verey Goddes Sonne ys hee,
for wonders sightes men might see
when that he yeeld the goost.
For the sonne lost all his light;
yearthquake made men afright;
the rocke that never before had clyft
clayve, that men might knowe;
graves opened in mens sight;
dead men did ryse. Therfore, by right
I may saye this was Goddes Sonne almight
that so great sygnes can shewe.
Therefore here brought have I
a hundreth poundes of spicerye.
Myr, alloes, and many more therbye
to honour him with I bringe,
for to balme his sweete bodye
in sepulcher for to lye,
that hee maye have on me mercye
in heaven where hee ys kinge.

Finis




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