The Pinners' Play: The Crucifixion

Miles 1
Sir knyghtis, take heede hydir in hye,1
This dede on dergh we may noght drawe.
Yee wootte youreselffe als wele as I
Howe lordis and leders of owre lawe
Has geven dome that this doote schall dye.
Miles 2
Sir, alle thare counsaile wele we knawe.6
Sen we are comen to Caluarie
Latte ilke man helpe nowe as hym awe.
Miles 3
We are alle redy, loo,9
That forward to fulfille.
Miles 4
Late here howe we schall doo,11
And go we tyte thertille.
Miles 1
It may noyot helpe her for to hone13
If we schall any worshippe wynne.
Miles 2
He muste be dede nedelyngis by none.15
Miles 3
Thanne is goode tyme that we begynne.16
Miles 4
Late dynge hym doune, than is he done-17
He schall nought dere vs with his dynne.
Miles 1
He schall be sette and lerned sone,19
With care to hym and all his kynne.
Miles 2
The foulest dede of all21
Shalle he dye for his dedis.
Miles 3
That menes crosse hym we schall.23
Miles 4
Behalde, so right he redis.24
Miles 1
Thanne to this werke vs muste take heede,25
So that oure wirkyng be noght wronge.
Miles 2
None othir noote to neven is nede,27
But latte vs haste hym for to hange.
Miles 3
And I haue gone for gere goode speede,29
Bothe hammeres and nayles large and lange.
Miles 4
Thanne may we boldely do this dede.31
Commes on, late kille this traitoure strange.
Miles 1
Faire myght yoe falle in feere33
That has wrought on this wise.
Miles 2
Vs nedis nought for to lere35
Suche faitoures to chastise.
Miles 3
Sen ilke a thyng es right arrayed,37
The wiselier nowe wirke may we.
Miles 4
The crosse on grounde is goodely graied39
And boorede even as it awith to be.
Miles 1
Lokis that the ladde on lenghe be layde41
And made me thane vnto this tree.
Miles 2
For alle his fare he schalle be flaied,43
That one assaie sone schalle ye see.
Miles 3
Come forthe thou cursed knave,45
Thy comforte sone schall kele.
Miles 4
Thyne hyre here schall thou haue.47
Miles 1
Walkes oon-now wirke we wele.48
Jesus
Almyghty God, my fadir free,49
Late this materes be made in mynde:
Thou badde that I schulde buxsome be
For Adam plyght for to be pyned.
Here to dede I obblisshe me
Fro that synne for to saue mankynde,
And soueraynely beseke I the55
That thai for me may fauoure fynde.
And fro the fende thame fende,
So that ther saules be saffe
In welthe withouten ende-
I kepe nought ellis to craue.
Miles 1
We, herke sir knyghtis, for Mahoundis bloode,61
Of Adam-kynde is all his thoght.
Miles 2
The warlowe waxis werre than woode,63
This doulfull dede ne dredith he noght.
Miles 3
Thou schulde haue mynde, with mayne and moode,65
Of wikkid werkis that thou haste wrought.
Miles 4
I hope that he hadde bene as goode67
Haue sesed of sawes that he vppe-sought.
Miles 1
Thoo sawes schall rewe hym sore69
For all his saunteryng sone.
Miles 2
Ille spede thame that hym spare71
Tille he to dede be done.
Miles 3
Haue done belyue boy, and make the boune,73
And bende thi bakke vnto this tree.
Miles 4
Byhalde, hymselffe has laide hym doune75
In lenghe and breede as he schulde bee.
Miles 1
This traitoure here teynted of treasoune,77
Gose faste and fetter hym than yoe thre;
And sen he claymeth kyngdome with croune,
Even as a kyng here hange schall hee.
Miles 2
Nowe, certis, I schall noyot fyne81
Or his right hande be feste.
Miles 3
The lefte hande thanne is myne-83
Late see who beres hym beste.
Miles 4
Hys lymmys on lenghe than schalle I lede,85
And even vnto the bore thame bringe.
Miles 1
Vnto his heede I schall take hede,87
And with myne hande helpe hym to hyng.
Miles 2
Nowe sen we foure schall do this dede89
And medill with this vnthrifty thyng,
Late no man spare for speciall speede
Tille that we haue made endyng.
Miles 3
This forward may not faile;93
Nowe are we right arraiede.
Miles 4
This boy here in oure baile95
Shall bide full bittir brayde.
Miles 1
Sir knyghtis, saie, howe wirke we nowe?97
Miles 2
Yis, certis, I hope I holde this hande,98
And to the boore I haue it brought
Full boxumly withouten bande.
Miles 1
Strike on than harde, for hym the boght.101
Miles 2
Yis, here is a stubbe will stiffely stande,102
Thurgh bones and senous it schall be soght-
This werke is wele, I will warande.
Miles 1
Saie sir, howe do we thore?105
This bargayne may not blynne.
Miles 3
It failis a foote and more,107
The senous are so gone ynne.
Miles 4
I hope that marke amisse be bored.109
Miles 2
Than muste he bide in bittir bale.110
Miles 3
In faith, it was ouere-skantely scored,111
That makis it fouly for to faile.
Miles 1
Why carpe yoe so? Faste on a corde113
And tugge hym to, by toppe and taile.
Miles 3
Ya, thou comaundis lightly as a lorde;115
Come helpe to haale, with ille haile.
Miles 1
Nowe certis that schall I doo-117
Full snelly as a snayle
Miles 3
And I schall tacche hym too,119
Full nemely with a nayle.
This werke will holde, that dar I heete,
For nowe are feste faste both his hende.
Miles 4
Go we all foure thanne to his feete,123
So schall oure space be spedely spende.
Miles 2
Latte see what bourde his bale myght beete,125
Tharto my bakke nowe wolde I bende.
Miles 4
Owe, this werke is all vnmeete-127
This boring muste all be amende.
Miles 1
A, pees man, for Mahounde,129
Latte no man wotte that wondir,
A roope schall rugge hym doune
Yf all his synnous go asoundre.
Miles 2
That corde full kyndely can I knytte,133
The comforte of this karle to kele.
Miles 1
Feste on thanne faste that all be fytte,135
It is no force howe felle he feele.
Miles 2
Lugge on yoe both a litill yoitt.137
Miles 3
I schalle nought sese, as I haue seele.138
Miles 4
And I schall fonde hym for to hitte.139
Miles 2
Owe, haylle!140
Miles 4
Hoo nowe, I halde it wele.140
Miles 1
Haue done, dryue in that nayle,141
So that no faute be foune.
Miles 4
This wirkyng wolde noyot faile143
Yf foure bullis here were boune.
Miles 1
Ther cordis haue evill encressed his paynes,145
Or he wer tille the booryngis brought.
Miles 2
Yaa, assoundir are bothe synnous and veynis147
On ilke a side, so haue we soughte.
Miles 3
Nowe all his gaudis nothyng hym gaynes,149
His sauntering schall with bale be bought.
Miles 4
I wille goo saie to oure soueraynes151
Of all this werkis howe we haue wrought.
Miles 1
Nay sirs, anothir thyng153
Fallis firste to youe and me,
Thei badde we schulde hym hyng
On heghte that men myght see.
Miles 2
We woote wele so ther wordes wore,157
But sir, that dede will do vs dere.
Miles 1
It may not mende for to moote more,159
This harlotte muste be hanged here.
Miles 2
The mortaise is made fitte therfore.161
Miles 3
Feste on youre fyngeres than, in feere.162
Miles 4
I wene it wolle neuere come thore-163
We foure rayse it noyot right to-yere.
Miles 1
Say man, whi carpis thou soo?165
Thy liftyng was but light.
Miles 2
He menes ther muste be moo167
To heve hym vppe on hight.
Miles 3
Now certis, I hope it schall noght nede169
To calle to vs more companye.
Methynke we foure schulde do this dede
And bere hym to yoone hille on high.
Miles 1
It muste be done, withouten drede.173
No more, but loke yoe be redy,
And this parte schalle I lifte and leede;
On lenghe he schalle no lenger lie.
Therfore nowe makis you boune,
Late bere hym to yoone hill.
Miles 4
Thanne will I bere here doune,179
And tente his tase vntill.
Miles 2
We twoo schall see tille aythir side,181
For ellis this werke wille wrie all wrang.
Miles 3
We are redy.183
Miles 4
Gode sirs, abide,183
And late me first his fete vp fang.
Miles 2
Why tente yoe so to tales this tyde?185
Miles 1
Lifte vppe!186
Miles 4
Latte see!186
Miles 2
Owe, lifte alang.186
Miles 3
Fro all this harme he schulde hym hyde187
And he war God.
Miles 4
The deuill hym hang!188
Miles 1
For-grete harme haue I hente,189
My schuldir is in soundre.
Miles 2
And sertis I am nere schente,191
So lange haue I borne vndir.
Miles 3
This crosse and I in twoo muste twynne,193
Ellis brekis my bakke in sondre sone.
Miles 4
Laye downe agayne and leue youre dynne,195
This dede for vs will neuere be done.
Miles 1
Assaie sirs, latte se yf any gynne197
May helpe hym vppe withouten hone,
For here schulde wight men worschippe wynne,
And noght with gaudis al day to gone.
Miles 2
More wighter men than we201
Full fewe I hope yoe fynde.
Miles 3
This bargayne will noght bee,203
For certis me wantis wynde.
Miles 4
So wille of werke neuere we wore-205
I hope this carle some cautellis caste.
Miles 2
My bourdeyne satte me wondir soore,207
Vnto the hill I myght noght laste.
Miles 1
Lifte vppe, and sone he schall be thore,209
Therfore feste on youre fyngeres faste.
Miles 3
Owe, lifte!211
Miles 1
We, loo!211
Miles 4
A litill more.211
Miles 2
Holde thanne!212
Miles 1
Howe nowe?212
Miles 2
The werste is paste.212
Miles 3
He weyes a wikkid weght.213
Miles 2
So may we all foure saie,214
Or he was heued on heght
And raysed in this array.
Miles 4
He made vs stande as any stones,217
So boustous was he for to bere.
Miles 1
Nowe raise hym nemely for the nonys219
And sette hym be this mortas heere,
And latte hym falle in alle at ones,
For certis that payne schall haue no pere.
Miles 3
Heue vppe!223
Miles 4
Latte doune, so all his bones223
Are asoundre nowe on sides seere.
Miles 1
This fallyng was more felle225
Than all the harmes he hadde.
Nowe may a man wele telle
The leste lith of this ladde.
Miles 3
Methynkith this crosse will noght abide229
Ne stande stille in this morteyse yoitt.
Miles 4
Att the firste tyme was it made ouere-wyde;231
That makis it wave, thou may wele witte.
Miles 1
Itt schall be sette on ilke a side233
So that it schall no forther flitte.
Goode wegges schall we take this tyde
And feste the foote, thanne is all fitte.
Miles 2
Here are wegges arraied237
For that, both grete and smale.
Miles 3
Where are oure hameres laide239
That we schulde wirke withall?
Miles 4
We haue them here euen atte oure hande.241
Miles 2
Gyffe me this wegge, I schall it in dryue.242
Miles 4
Here is anodir yoitt ordande.243
Miles 3
Do take it me hidir belyue.244
Miles 1
Laye on thanne faste.245
Miles 3
Yis, I warrande.245
I thryng thame same, so motte I thryve.
Nowe will this crosse full stabely stande,
All-yf he raue thei will noght ryve.
Miles 1
Say sir, howe likis you nowe,249
This werke that we haue wrought?
Miles 4
We praye youe sais vs howe251
Ye fele, or faynte yoe ought.
Jesus
Al men that walkis by waye or strete,253
Takes tente yoe schalle no trauayle tyne.
Byholdes myn heede, myn handis, and my feete,
And fully feele nowe, or yoe fyne,
Yf any mournyng may be meete,
Or myscheue mesured vnto myne.
My fadir, that alle bales may bete,259
Forgiffis thes men that dois me pyne.
What thei wirke wotte thai noght;
Therfore, my fadir, I craue,
Latte neuere ther synnys be sought,
But see ther saules to saue.
Miles 1
We, harke, he jangelis like a jay.265
Miles 2
Methynke he patris like a py.266
Miles 3
He has ben doand all this day,267
And made grete meuyng of mercy.
Miles 4
Es this the same that gune vs say269
That he was Goddis sone almyghty?
Miles 1
Therfore he felis full felle affraye,271
And demyd this day for to dye.
Miles 2
Vath, qui destruis templum!273
Miles 3
His sawes wer so, certayne.274
Miles 4
And sirs, he saide to some275
He myght rayse it agayne.
Miles 1
To mustir that he hadde no myght,277
For all the kautelles that 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 that we go reste.
Miles 2
This race mon be rehersed right,283
Thurgh the worlde both este and weste.
Miles 3
Yaa, late hym hynge here stille285
And make mowes on the mone.
Miles 4
Thanne may we wende at wille.287
Miles 1
Nay goode sirs, noght so sone,288
For certis vs nedis anodir note:
This kirtill wolde I of you craue.
Miles 2
Nay, nay sir, we will loke be lotte291
Whilke of vs foure fallis it to haue.
Miles 3
I rede we drawe cutte for this coote-293
Loo, se howe sone-alle sidis to saue.
Miles 4
The schorte cutte schall wynne, that wele yoe woote,
Whedir itt falle to knyght or knave.
Miles 1
Felowes, yoe thar noght flyte,297
For this mantell is myne.
Miles 2
Goo we thanne hense tyte,299
This trauayle here we tyne &c.


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