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