Satan and the Dream of Pilate's Wife, and Christ's Second Trial Before Pilate

Here enteryth Satan into þe place in þe most orryble wyse. And qwyl þat he pleyth, þei xal don on Jesus clothis and ouyrest a whyte clothe, and ledyn hym abowth þe place, and þan to Pylat be þe tyme þat hese wyf hath pleyd.

Hoso serve me, Sathan, to sorwe is he sent,5
With dragonys in doungenys, and develys ful[l] derke!
In bras and in bronston þe brethellys be brent
þat wone in þis werd my wyl for to werke!

With myschef on moolde here membrys I merke9
þat japyn with Jesus, þat Judas solde!
Be he nevyr so crafty nor conyng clerke,
I harry þem to helle as tretour bolde!

But þer is o thyng þat grevyth me sore,
Of a prophete þat Jesu men calle.
He peynyth me every day more and more
With his holy meraclis and werkys alle.

I had hym onys in a temptacyon17
With glotenye, with covetyse, and veynglorye.
I hasayd hym be all weys þat I cow[de] don,
And vttyrly he refusyd hem and gan me defye.

þat rebuke þat he gaf me xal not be vnqwyt!
Somwhat I haue begonne, and more xal be do.
For all his barfot goyng, fro me xal he not skyp,
But my derk dongeon I xal bryngyn hym to!

I haue do made redy his cros þat he xal dye upon,
And thre nayles to takke hym with, þat he xal not styrte.
Be he nevyr so holy, he xal not fro me gon,
But with a sharpe spere he xal be smet to þe herte!

And sythyn he xal come to helle, be he nevyr so stowte.
And 3et I am aferd and he come he wole do som wrake.
þerfore I xal go warnyn helle þat þei loke abowte,
þat þei make redy chenys to bynd hym with in lake.

Helle, helle, make redy, for here xal come a gest!33
Hedyr xal come Jesus, þat is clepyd Goddys sone.
And he xal ben here be þe oure of none,
And with þe here he xal wone,
And han ful shrewyd rest.

Here xal a devyl spekyn in helle:

Lo, a wyle 3et haue I kast:46
If I myth Jesus lyf save,
Helle gatys xal be sperd fast
And kepe stylle all þo I haue.

To Pylatys wyff I wele now go,50
And sche is aslepe abed ful fast,
And byd here withowtyn wordys mo
To Pylat þat sche send in hast.

I xal asay, and his wol be,54
To bryng Pylat in belef.
Withinne a whyle 3e xal se
How my craft I wole go pref.

Here xal þe devyl gon to Pylatys wyf, þe corteyn drawyn as she lyth in bedde; and he xal no dene make, but she xal sone after þat he is come in makyn a rewly noyse, comyng and rennyng of þe schaffald, and here shert and here kyrtyl in here hand. And sche xal come beforn Pylat leke a mad woman, seyng þus:

A fend aperyd me beforn62
As I lay in my bed slepyng fast.
Sethyn þe tyme þat I was born
Was I nevyr so sore agast.

As wylde fyre and thondyrblast66
He cam cryeng onto me.
He seyd þei þat bete Jesu or bownd hym fast,
Withowtyn ende dampnyd xal be.

þerfore a wey herein þu se70
And lete Jesu from þe clere pace.
þe Jewys, þei wole begyle þe,
And put on þe all þe trespace.

Here þe Jewys bryng Jesus a3en to Pylat.

Ne Herowdys nother, to whom I sent 3ow,90
Defawte in hym cowde fynde ryth non,
But sent hym a3en to me be 3ow,
As 3e knowe wel everychon.

Therfore vndyrstande what I xal say:94
3e knowe þe custom is in þis londe
Of 3oure Pasche day, þat is nerhonde:
What þeff or tretore be in bonde
For worchep of þat day xal go þe away,

Without any price.99
Now þan methynkyth it were ryth
To lete Jesus now go qwyte
And do to hym no mo dyspyte.
Serys, þis is myn avyse.

I wolde wete what 3e say.104

Here all þei xul cryen:

Nay! Nay! Nay!105

Populus clamabit:

Crucifigatur, we sey atonys.113

Here Pylat takyth Jesu and ledyth hym into þe cowncel hous and seyth:

Jesus, what seyst now, lete se.118
This matere now þu vndyrstonde:
In pes þu myth be for me,
But for þi pepyl of þi londe.

Busshoppys and prestys of þe lawe,122
þei love be not, as þu mayst se;
And be comoun pepyl a3ens be drawe.
In pes þu myth a be for me,

þis I telle be pleyn.126
What seyst,Jcsus? Whispekyst not me to?
Knowyst not I haue power on be cros be to do?
And also I haue power to lete be forth go.
What kanst þu hereto seyn?

I cam my faderys wyl to fullfylle,133
þat mankynd xuld not spylle.

He þat hath betrayd me to þe at his tyme,
His trespas is more þan is þine.

Here Pylat letyth Jesus alone and goth into þe Jewys and seyth:

Artyse, bryng me watyr, I pray þe,155
And what I wole do 3e xal se.

Hic vnus afferet aquam.

As I wasche with watyr my handys clene,157
So gyltles of hese deth I mut ben.

Et clamabunt, "3a! 3a! 3a!" þan Pylat goth a3en to Jesu and bryng[yth] hym, þus seyng:

Brynge forth to be barre þat arn to be dempt,
And þei xal haue here jugement.

Here þei xal brynge Barabas to þe barre, and Jesu, and ij þewys in here she rtys, bareleggyd, and Jesus standyng at þe barre betwyx them. And Annas and Cayphas xal gon into þe cowncell hous quan Pylat sytty[th]

Serys, qwhat sey 3e of Barabas, thef and tretour bold?
Xal he go fre or [xal he] be kept in holde?

Et curret.

Dysmas and Jesmas, theras 3e stondys,180
þe lawe comawndyth 3ou to hald up 3oure hondys.

Sere, what sey 3e of þese thevys tweyn?182

Et clamabunt omnes voce magna, dicentes, "3a! 3a! 3a!"

I charge 3ou all at þe begynnyng,190
As 3e wole answere me beforn,
þat her be no man xal towch 3oure kyng
But yf he be knyght or jentylman born.

Fyrst his clothis 3e xal of don,194
And maken hym nakyd for to be.
Bynde hym to a pelere as sore as 3e mon,
þan skorge hym with qwyppys þat al men may se.

Whan he is betyn, crowne hym for 3oure kyng;198
And þan to þe cros 3e xal hym bryng.

And to þe crosse þu xalt be fest,200
And on thre naylys þi body xal rest:

On xal thorwe þi ryth hand go,202
Anothyr thorwe þi lyfte hand also;

þe thred xal be smet þour bothe þi feet,
Whech nayl þerto be mad ful mete.

And 3et þu xalt not hange alone,206
But on eyther syde of þe xal be on.

Dysmas, now I deme þe,208
þat on hese ryth hand þu xalt be.

And Jesmas on þe left hand hangyd xal ben,210
On be Mownth of Caluerye, þat men may sen.

Here Pylat xal rysyn and gon to his schaffald, and þe busshoppys with hym; and þe Jewys xul crye for joy with a gret voys and arryn hym, and pullyn of his clothis, and byndyn hym to a pelere and skorgyn hym, on seyng þus:

And quan he is skorgyd þei put upon hym a cloth of sylk, and settyn hym on a stol and puttyn a keroune of þornys on hese hed with forkys; and þe Jewys knelyng to Cryst, takyng hym a septer, and skornyng hym; and þan þei xulpullyn of þe purpyl cloth and don on ageyn his owyn clothis, and leyn þe crosse in hese necke to beryn't, and drawyn hym forth with ropys. And þan xal come to women wepyng and with here handys wryngyn, seyng þus: