The Second Passion Play: Herod's Boasting and the Trial Before Annas and Caiphas

What tyme þat processyon is enteryd into þe place and þe Herowdys takyn his schaffalde, and Pylat, and Annas and Cayphas here schaffaldys also, þan [xal] come þer an exposytour in doctorys wede, þus seyng:


Contemplacio
Sofreynes and frendys, 3e mut alle be gret with gode!
Grace, love, and charyté evyr be 3ou among.
þe maydenys sone preserve 3ou þat for man deyd on rode;
He þat is o God in personys thre defende 3ou fro 3oure fon.
Be þe leue and soferauns of allmythty God,5
We intendyn to procede þe matere þat we lefte þe last 3ere.
Wherefore we beseche 3ow þat 3oure wyllys be good
To kepe þe Passyon in 3oure mende, þat xal be shewyd here.
The last 3ere we shewyd here how oure Lord for love of man
Cam to þe cety of Jherusalem mekely his deth to take;
And how he made his Mawndé, his body 3evyng þan
To his apostelys, evyr with us to abydyn for mannys sake.
In þat Mawndé he was betrayd of Judas, þat hym solde
To þe Jewys for xxxti platys, to delyvyr hym þat nyth.
With swerdys and gleyvys [to] Jesu they come with þe tretour bolde,
And toke hym amongys his apostelys about mydnyth.
Now wold we procede how he was browth þan17
Beforn Annas and Cayphas, and syth beforn Pylate,
And so forth in his Passyon, how mekely he toke it for man;
Besekyng 3ou for mede of 3oure soulys to take good hede þeratte.

Here þe Herowndys xal shewe hymself and speke:


Herowdys
Now sees of 3oure talkyng and gevyth lordly audyence!
Not o word, I charge 3ou þat ben here present;
Noon so hardy to presume in my hey presence
To onlose hese lyppys ageyn myn intent!
I am Herowde, of Jewys kyng most reverent,
þe lawys of Mahownde my powere xal fortefye;
Reverens to þat lord of grace moost excyllent,
For by his powere allþinge doth multyplye.
3ef ony Crystyn be so hardy his feyth to denye,29
Or onys to erre ageyns his lawe,
On gebettys with cheynes I xal hangyn hym heye,
And with wylde hors þo traytorys xal I drawe!
To kylle a thowsand Crystyn I gyf not an hawe!
To se hem hangyn or brent to me is very plesauns;
To dryvyn hem into doongenys, dragonys to knawe,35
And to rend here flesche and bonys onto here sustenauns!
Johan þe Baptyst crystenyd Cryst, and so he dede many on;
þerfore myself dede hym brynge o dawe.
It is I þat dede hym kylle, I telle 3ou everychon,
For and he had go forth, he xuld a dystroyd oure lawe.
Whereas Crystyn apperyth, to me is gret grevauns;41
It peynyth myn hert of tho tretowrys to here
For þe lawys of Mahownde I have in governawns,
þe which I wele kepe — þat lord hath no pere;
For he is god most prudent.
Now I charge 3ou, my lordys þat ben here,
Yf any Crystyn doggys here doth apere,47
Bryng þo tretorys to my hey powere,
And þei xal haue sone jewgement!
Primus Miles
My sovereyn lord, heyest of excillens,50
In 3ou all jewgdment is termynabyle.
All Crystyn doggys þat do not here dyligens,
3e put hem to peynes þat ben inportable.
Secundus Miles
Noþing in 3ou may be more comendable54
As to dysstroye þo traytorys þat erre
Ageyn oure lawys, þat ben most profytable.
Be rythwysnesse þat lawe 3e must proferre.
Rex Herow[de]
Now be gloryous Mahownd, my sovereyn savyour,58
These promessys I make as I am trewe knyth:
þoo þat excede his lawys be ony errour,
To þe most xamefullest deth I xal hem dyth!
But o thyng is sore in my gret delyte:
þere is on Jesus of Nazareth, as men me tellyth.
Of þat man I desyre to han a sythte,64
For with many gret wondrys oure lawe he fellyth.
The Son of God hymself he callyth,66
And Kyng of Jewys he seyth is he;
And many woundrys of hym befallyth.
My hert desyryth hym for to se.
Serys, yf þat he come in his cowntré,
With oure jurresdyccyon loke 3e aspye,
And anon þat he be brouth onto me;72
And he trewth myself þan xal trye.
Primus Miles
Tomorwe my jorné I xal begynne,74
To seke Jesus with my dew dilygens.
3yf he come 3oure provynce withinne,
He xal not askape 3oure hey presens.
Secundus Miles
Myn soverdyn, þis is my cowncel þat 3e xal take:
A man þat is bothe wyse and stronge
Thurwe all Galylé a serge to make
Yf Jesu be enteryd 3oure pepyl among.
Correcte hese dedys þat be do wronge,
For his body is vndyr 3oure baylé —
As men talkyn hem among84
þat he was born in Galylé.
Thanne of þese materys, serys, take hede.86
For a whyle I wele me rest.
Appetyde requyryth me so, indede,
And fesyk tellyth me it is þe best.

Here xal a massanger com into þe place rennyng and criyng, "Tydyngys! Tydyngys!," and so rowndabowth þe place, "Jesus of Nazareth is take! Jesus of Nazareth is take!" and forthwith heylyng þe prynces, þus seyng:


Massanger
All heyle, my lordys, princys of prestys!90
Sere Cayphas and Sere Annas, lordys of þe lawe,
Tydyngys I brynge 3ou, reseyve hem in 3oure brestys:
Jesus of Nazareth is take! þerof 3e may be fawe.
He xal be browth hedyr to 3ou anon,94
I telle 3ou trewly, with a gret rowth.
Whan he was take, I was hem among,
And [þat I was] ner to kachyd a clowte:
Malcus bar a lanterne and put hym in pres;98
Anoon he had a towche, and of went his ere!
Jesus had his dyscyple put up his swerd and ces,
And sett Malcus ere ageyn as hool as it was ere.
So moty the, methowut it was a strawnge syth.102
Whan we cam fyrst to hym he cam vs ageyn
And haskyd whom we sowth þat tyme of nyth.
We seyd, "Jesus of Nazareth; we wolde haue hym fayn,"
And he seyd, "It is I þat am here in 3oure syth."
With þat word we ovyrthrowyn bakward everychon,
And some on here bakkys lyeng upryth;
But standyng upon fote manly þer was not on.
Cryst stod on his fete, as meke as a lom,110
And we loyn stylle lyche ded men tyl he bad us ryse.
Whan we were up, fast handys we leyd hym upon;
But 3et methought I was not plesyd with þe newe gyse.
Therfore takyth now 3oure cowncel and avyse 3ou ryth weyl,
And beth ryth ware þat he make 3ou not amat.
For, be my thryfte, I dare sweryn at þis seyl,
3e xal fynde hym a strawnge watt.

Here bryng þei Jesus beforn Annas and C[ayphas], and on xal seyn þus:


Lo, lo, lordys, here is þe man118
þat 3e sent vs fore.
Annas
þerfore we cone 3ou thanke than,120
And reward 3e xal haue þe more.
Jesus, þu are welcome hedyr to oure presens.122
Ful oftyntymes we han þe besyly do sowth.
We payd to þi dyscyple for þe thretty pens,
And as an ox or an hors we trewly þe bowth.
þerfore now art oure as þu standyst us before.
Sey why þu ast trobelyd us and subuertyd oure lawe.
þu hast ofte concludyd us, and so þu hast do more;
Wherefore it were ful nedful to bryng þe a dawe.
Cayphas
What arn þi dysciplys þat folwyn þe aboute?
And what is þi doctryne þat þu dost preche?
Telle me now somewhath and bryng us out of doute
þat we may to othere men þi prechyng forth teche.
Jes[us]
Al tymes þat I haue prcchyd, opyn it was don134
In þe synagog or in þe temple, where þat all Jewys com.
Aske hem what I haue seyd, and also what I haue don;
þei con telle þe my wordys, aske hem everychon.
Primus Judeus
What, þu fela, to whom spekyst þu?138
Xalt þu so speke to a buschop?
þu xalt haue on þe cheke, I make avow,
And 3et þerto a knok!

Here he xal smyte Jesus on þe cheke.


Jesus
Yf I haue seyd amys,142
þerof wytnesse þu mayst bere.
And yf I haue seyd but weyl in þis,
þu dost amys me to dere.
Annas
Serys, takyth hed now to þis man,146
þat he dystroye not oure lawe.
And brynge 3e wytnesse a3ens hym þat 3e can,
So þat he may be browt of dawe.
Primus Doctor
Sere, þis I herd hym with his owyn mowth seyn:
"Brekyth down þis temple without delay,
And I xal settyn’t up ageyn
As hool as it was be þe thrydde day."
Secundus Doctor
3a, ser, and I herd hym seyn also154
þat he was þe Sone of God.
And 3et many a fole wenyth so!
I durst leyn þeron myn hod.
Tercius Doctor
3a, 3a! And I herd hym preche meche þing158
And a3ens oure lawe every del,
Of wheche it were longe to make rekenyng
To tellyn all at þis seel.
Cayphas
What seyst now, Jesus? Whi answeryst not?162
Heryst not what is seyd a3ens þe?
Spek, man, spek! Spek, þu fop!
Hast þu scorn to speke to me?
Heryst not in how many thyngys þei þe acuse?
Now I charge þe and conjure be þe sonne and þe mone
þat þu telle us and þu be Goddys sone.
Jesus
Goddys sone I am, I sey not nay to þe;169
And þat 3e all xal se at Domysday,
Whan þe Sone xal come in gret powere and magesté
And deme þe qweke and dede, as I þe say.
Cayphas
A! Out! Out! Allas, what is þis?173
Heryth 3e not how he blasfemyth God?
What nedyth us to haue more wytness?
Here 3e han herd all his owyn word.
Thynk 3e not he is worthy to dey?177

Et clamabunt omnes:


[Omnes]
3ys, 3ys, 3ys! All we seye he is worthy to dey! 3a, 3a, 3[a]!
Annas
Takyth hym to 3ow and betyth hym somdel179
For hese blasfemyng at þis sel!

Here þei xal bete Jesus about þe hed and þe body, and spyttyn in his face, and pullyn hym down, and settyn hym on a stol, and castyn a cloth ouyr his face; and þe fyrst xal seyn:


Primus Judeus
A, felawys, beware what 3e do to þis man,181
For he prophecye weyl kan.
Secundus Judeus
þat xal be asayd be þis batte.183

Et percuciet super caput.


What, þu Jesus, ho 3aff þe þat?184
Tercius Judeus
Whar, whar! Now wole I185
Wetyn how he can prophecy —
Ho was þat?
Quartus Judeus
A, and now wole I a newe game begynne188
þat we mon pley at, all þat am hereinne:
Whele and pylle, whele and pylle,190
Comyth to halle hoso wylle —
Ho was þat?

Here xal þe woman come to [þe] Jewys and seyn:


Prima Ancilla
What, serys, how take 3e on with þis man?193
Se 3e not on of hese dysciplys, how he beheldyth 3ou þan?

Here xal þe tother woman seyn to Petyr:


Secunda Ancilla
A, good man, mesemyth be þe195
þat þu on of hese dysciplys xulde be.
Petrus
A, woman, I sey nevyr er his man197
Syn þat þis werd fyrst began.

Et cantabit gallus.


Prima Ancilla
What? þu mayst not sey nay — þu art on of hese men!
Be þi face wel we may þe ken.
Petrus
Woman, þu seyst amys of me;201
I knowe hym not, so mote I the.
Primus Judeus
A, fela myn, wel met,203
For my cosynys ere þu of smet.
Whan we þi maystyr in þe 3erd toke,205
þan all þi felawys hym forsoke;
And now þu mayst not hym forsake,207
For þu art of Galylé, I vndyrtake.
Petrus
Sere, I knowe hym not, be hym þat made me!209
And 3e wole me beleve for an oth,
I take record of all his compayné
þat I sey to 3ow is soth.

Et cantabit gallus. And þan Jesus xal lokyn on Petyr, and Petyr xal wepyn; and þan he xal gon out and seyn:


A, weelaway! Weelaway! Fals hert, why whylt þu not brest,
Syn þi maystyr so cowardly þu hast forsake?
Alas, qwher xal I now on erthe rest
Tyl he of his mercy to grace wole me take?
I haue forsake my maystyr and my Lord, Jesu,217
Thre tymes, as he tolde me þat I xuld do þe same.
Wherfore I may not haue sorwe anow —
I, synful creature, am so mech to blame!
Whan I herd þe cok crowyn, he kest on me a loke
As who seyth, "Bethynke þe what I seyd before."
Alas þe tyme þat I evyr hym forsoke!
And so wyl I thynkyn from hens evyrmore.


2024 Mar 19  14:56:36