[fol. 67r] PILATE 5 10 15 20 25 30 35 [fol. 67v] 41 45 50 55 60 65 70 75 CAIAPHAS 80 85 ANNAS 91 PILATE 95 100 CAIAPHAS 105 ANNAS PILATE 111 115 CAIAPHAS 120 ANNAS 125 PILATE 131 CAIAPHAS 135 PILATE 141 ANNAS 145 PILATE SOLDIER 1 151 SOLDIER 2 155 ANNAS 160 PILATE 165 CAIAPHAS PILATE 171 SOLDIER 1 175 [fol. 68v] PILATE 181 SOLDIER 2 185 PILATE CAIAPHAS 191 ANNAS 195 PILATE JUDAS CAIAPHAS 201 JUDAS PILATE 205 JUDAS ANNAS JUDAS 211 ANNAS PILATE 215 CAIAPHAS 220 JUDAS PILATE 225 JUDAS PILATE 231 JUDAS ANNAS 235 JUDAS PILATE JUDAS 241 CAIAPHAS 245 ANNAS JUDAS 251 CAIAPHAS 255 ANNAS 260 PILATE JUDAS 265 ANNAS 271 JUDAS 275 280 285 290 295 300 305 PILATE ANNAS 311 JUDAS [fol. 69v] 315 PILATE 320 CAIAPHAS JUDAS 325 ANNAS PILATE 331 335 SOLDIER 1 JOHN JESUS 341 345 350 PETER 356 360 HOUSEHOLDER 365 JOHN 371 JESUS 375 [fol. 70r] JUDAS JESUS PETER 381 JESUS JOHN JESUS ANDREW JESUS SIMON JESUS PHILIP JESUS THADDEUS JAMES JESUS 395 JUDAS JESUS JOHN 401 PETER JESUS 405 PETER 411 JESUS PETER 415 JESUS PETER JESUS 421 425 [fol. 70v] 430 435 440 445 PETER JESUS 451 PETER 455 JESUS 460 465 470 475 480 485 490 [fol. 71r] 495 500 505 510 515 520 525 530 535 540 545 550 THE TRINITY 555 560 [fol. 71v] 565 570 575 JESUS 581 PILATE 585 590 595 600 605 JUDAS 610 PILATE 614 JUDAS PILATE [fol. 72r] 621 MALCHUS 625 630 635 SOLDIER 2 640 645 SOLDIER 1 651 655 660 PILATE 665 670 675 JESUS 680 JUDAS 685 JESUS 690 SOLDIER 2 JESUS 695 SOLDIER 1 JESUS MALCHUS 701 PETER 705 MALCHUS 710 JESUS 715 MALCHUS JESUS 721 725 730 SOLDIER 2 SOLDIER 1 735 PILATE [fol. 73r] 741 745 SOLDIER 2 SOLDIER 1 PILATE 751 MALCHUS 755 PILATE 761 MALCHUS PILATE 765 SOLDIER 2 771 MALCHUS 775

Pilate Caiaphas Annas Soldier 1 Soldier 2 Judas John Jesus Peter Householder Andrew Simon Philip Thaddeus James The Trinity Malchus Incipit conspiracio etc. 1 Peas, carles, I commaunde. Unconand I call you. I say stynt and stande Or foull myght befall you Fro this burnyshyd brande. Now when I behald you I red ye be shunand, Or els the dwill skald you At onys. I am kyd as men knawes Leyf leder of lawes; Seniours, seke to my sawes For bryssyng of youre bonys. 2 Ye wote not wel, I weyn, What wat is commen to the towne So comly cled and cleyn: A rewler of great renowne, In sight if I were seyn, The granser of great Mahowne. My name Pylate has beyn; Was never kyng with crowne More worthy. My wysdom and my wytt In sete here as I sytt, Was never none lyke it My dedys thus to dyscry. For I am he that may Make or mar a man, Myself if I it say. As men of cowrte now can Supporte a man today, To-morn agans hym than, On both parties thus I play And fenys me to ordan The right, Bot all fals indytars, Questmangers and jurers, And all thise fals outrydars Ar welcom to my sight. More nede had I never Of sich servand, now I say you, So can I well consider The trowth I most displeas you, And therfor com I hedyr. Of peas therfor I pray you. Ther is a lurdan ledyr I wold not shuld dysmay you Abowtt. A prophete is he prasyd And great unright has rasyd, Bot be my banys her blasid His deth is dight, no dowtt. He prechys the pepyll here, That fature, fals Jesus, That if he lyf a yere Dystroy oure law must us. And yit I stand in fere: So wyde he wyrkys vertus No fawt can on hym bere No lyfand leyde tyll us, 3 Bot sleyghtys Agans hym shall be soght That all this wo has wroght. Bot on his bonys it shall be boght; So shall I venge oure rightys. That fatoure says that thre Shuld ever dwell in oone godhede, That ever was and shall be Sothfast in manhede. He says of a madyn born was he That never toke mans sede, And that hisself shall dy on tre And mans sawll out of preson lede. Let hym alone; If this be true in deyd His spech shall spryng and sprede And overcom everylkone. Syr Pilate, prynce of mekyll price That prevyd is withoutten pere, And lordyngys that oure laws in lyse, On oure law now must us lere And of oure warkys we must be wyse, Or els is all oure welthe in were. Therfor say sadly youre avyse Of hedus harmes that we have here Towchyng that tratoure strang That makys this beleyf, For if he may thus furth gang It will over-greatly grefe. Sir, oure folk ar so afrayd Thrugh lesyns he losys oure lay, Som remedy must be rayd So that he weynd not thus away. Now certan, syrs, this was well sayd, And I assent right as ye say, Som prevay poynt to be purvayd To mar his myght if we may. And therfor, sirs, in this present, What poynt so were to prase Let all be at assent. Let se what ilk man says. Sir, I have sayde you here beforne: His soteltyes and grefys to sare, He turnes oure folk both even and morne And ay makys mastrés mare and mare. Sir, if he skape it were great skorne; To spyll hym tyte we will not spare. For if oure lawes were thus-gatys lorne Men wold say it were lake of lare. For certan, syrs, ye say right weyll For to wyrk witterly; Bot yit som fawt must we feyll Wherfor that he shuld dy. And therfor, sirs, let se youre saw, For what thyng we shuld hym slo. Sir, I can rekyn you on a raw A thowsand wonders and well moo, Of crokyd men that we well knaw How graythly that he gars them go, And ever he legys agans oure law, Tempys oure folk and turnys us fro. Lord, dom and defe in oure present Delyvers he by downe and dayll; What hurtys or harmes thay hent, Full hastely he makys theym hayll. And for sich warkys as he is went Of ilk welth he may avayll, And unto us he takys no tent, Bot ilk man trowes unto his tayll. Yei, dewill, and dos he thus As ye well bere wytnes? Sich fawte fall to us Be oure dom for to redres. And also, syr, I have hard say Another noy that neghys us nere: He will not kepe oure Sabate day That holy shuld be haldyn here, Bot forbedys far and nere To wyrk at oure bydyng. Now by Mahowns bloode so dere He shall aby this bowrdyng. What dewill will he be there? This hold I great hethyng. Nay, nay, well more is ther: He callys hymself hevens kyng, And says that he is so myghty All rightwysnes to rewll and red. By Mahowns blood that shall he aby With bytter baylls or I ett bred. Lord, the loth Lazare of Betany That lay stynkand in a sted Up he rasyd bodely The fourt day after he was ded. And for that he hym rasyd That had lyne dede so long a space The people hym full mekyll prasyd Over all in every place. Emangys the folke has he the name That he is Godys son and none els, And hisself says the same, That his fader in heven dwelles, That he shall rewll both wyld and tame; Of all sich maters thus he mels. This is the dwylls payn. Who trowys sich talys as he tels? Yis, lord, have here my hand, And ilk man beyldys hym as his brother; Sich whaynt cautelys he can, Lord, ye knew never sich anothere. Why, and wotys he not that I have Bold men to be his bayn? I commaunde both knyght and knave Sesse not to that lad be slayn. Sir Pylate, mefe you now no more, Bot mese youre hart and mend youre mode; For bot if that losell lere oure lore And leyf his gawdys he were as goode, For in oure tempyll we will not spare To take that losell if he were woode. In oure tempyll? The dwill, what dyd he thare? That shall he by, by Mahouns blode. Lord, we wist not youre wyll. With wrang ye us wyte; Had ye so told us tyll, We shuld have takyn hym tyte. The dwill he hang you high to dry. Whi, wold ye lese oure lay? Go, bryng hym heder hastely So that he weynd not thus away. Sir Pilate, be not to hasty, Bot suffer over oure Sabote day, In the menetyme to spyr and spy Mo of his mervels if men may. Yei, syr, and when this feste is went Then shall his craftys be kyd. Certys, syrs, and I assent For to abyde then as ye byd. Tunc venit Judas. 4 Masters, myrth be you emang And mensk be to this meneye. Go, otheregatys thou has to gang With sorow. Who send after thee? Syrs, if I have done any wrang At youre awne bydyng will I be. Go hence, harlot, hy mot thou hang. Where in the dwill hand had we thee? Goode syr, take it to no grefe, For my menyng it may avayll. Wé, lad, thou shuld ask lefe To com in sich counsayll. Sir, all youre counsell will I ken: Ye mene my master for to take. Aha, here is oone of his men That thus unwynly gars us wake. La hand on hym and hurl hym then Emangys you for his master sake, For we have maters mo then ten That well more myster were to make. Set on hym buffettys sad Sen he sich mastrys mase, And teche ye sich a lad To profer hym in sich a place. Sir, my profer may both pleas and pay To all the lordys in this present. Wé, go hens in twenty dwill way. We have no tome thee for to tent. Yis, the profete that has lost youre lay By wonder warkys as he is went, If ye will sheynd hym as ye say, To sell hym you I wyll assent. A, syr, hark, what says thou? Let se, and shew thi skyll. Sir, a bargan bede I you; By it if ye will. What is thi name, do tell in hy, If we may wit if thou do wrang. Judas Scarioth, so hight I, That with the profet has dwellyd lang. Sir, thou art welcom, witterly. Say what thou will us here emang. Not els bot if ye will hym by; Do say me sadly or I gang. Yis, freynd, in fathe will we Noght els bot hartely say How that bargan may be And we shall make thee pay. Judas, for to hold thee hayll And for to fell all fowll defame Looke that thou may avow thi sayll, Then may thou be withoutten blame. Sir, of my teyn gyf ye never tayll So that ye have hym here at hame. His bowrdyng has me broght in bayll, And certys hisself shal have the same. Sir Pylate, tentys heretyll And lightly leyf it noght; Then may ye do youre wyll Of hym that ye have boght. Yei, and then may we be bold Fro all the folk to hald hym fre And hald hym hard with us in hold, Right as oone of youre meneye. Now, Judas, sen he shal be sold, How lowfes thou hym, belyfe let se. For thryrty pennys truly told, Or els may not that bargan be. So mych gart he me lose Malycyusly and yll; Therfor ye shall have chose To by or let be styll. Gart he thee lose? I pray thee, why? Tell us now pertly or thou pas. I shall you say, and that in hy, Every word right as it was. In Symon house with hym sat I With othere meneye that he has. A woman cam to company Callyng hym “Lord,” sayng “alas” For synnes that she had wroght; She wepyd sore always, And an oyntment she broght That precyus was to prayse. She weshyd hym with hir terys weytt And sen dryed hym with hir hare. This fare oyntment hir bale to beytt Apon his hede she put it thare That it ran all abowte his feytt. I thoght it was a ferly fare; The house was full of odowre sweytt. Then to speke myght I not spare, For certys I had not seyn None oyntment half so fyne; Therat my hart had teyn Sich tresoure for to tyne. I sayd it was worthy to sell Thre hundreth pens in oure present For to parte poore men emell, Bot will ye se wherby I ment? The tent parte, truly to tell, To take to me was myne intent. For of the tresure that to us fell The tent parte ever with me went, And if thre hundreth be right told The tent parte is even thryrty; Right so he shal be sold. Say if ye will hym by. Now for certan, syr, thou says right wele, Sen he wate thee with sich a wrast, For to shape hym som uncele. And for his bost be not abast. Sir, all thyn askyng, everydele, Here shall thou hafe, therof be trast; Bot looke that we no falshede fele. Syr, with a profe may ye frast: All that I have here hight I shall fulfill in dede, And well more at my myght In tyme when I se nede. Judas, this spekyng must be spar, And neven it never nyght ne day; Let no man wyt where that we war For ferdnes of a fowll enfray. Sir, therof let us moyte no mare. We hold us payde; take ther thi pay. This gart he me lose lang are; Now ar we even for onys and ay. This forwarde will not fayll; Therof we may be glad. Now were the best counsayll In hast that we hym had. We shall hym have, and that in hy, Ful hastely here in this hall. Sir knyghtys that ar of dede dughty, Stynt never in stede ne stall, Bot looke ye bryng hym hastely, That fatur fals, what so befall. Sir, be not abast therby, For as ye byd so wyrk we shall. Tunc dicet sanctus Johannes: 5 Sir, where will ye youre Pask ette? Say us, let us dight youre mete. Go furth, John and Peter, to yond cyté. When ye com ther, ye shall then se In the strete as tyte a man Beryng water in a can. The house that he gose to grith, Ye shall felow and go hym with; The lord of that house ye shall fynde A sympyll man of cely kynde. To hym ye shall speke and say That I com here by the way; Say I pray hym if his will be A lytyll whyle to ese me, That I and my dyscypyls all Myght rest a whyle in his hall, That we may ete oure Paske thore. Lord, we shall hy us before To that we com to that cyté; Youre Paske shall ordand be. Tunc pergent Johannes et Petrus ad ciuitatem et obuiet eis homo etc. 6 Sir, oure master the prophett Commys behynde in the strete, And of a chamber he you prays To ete and drynk therin with easse. Sirs, he is welcom unto me, And so is all his company; With all my hart and all my will Is he welcom me untyll. Lo, here a chambre fast by, Therin to make youre mangery, I shal warand fare strewed; It shuld not els to you be shewed. Tunc parent Johannes et Petrus mensam. 7 Sir, youre mett is redy bowne. Will ye wesh and syt downe? Yei, gyf us water tyll oure hande. Take we the grace that God has send. Commys furth both oone and othere; If I be master, I will be brothere. Tunc comedent et Judas porrigit manum in discum cum Jesu. 8 Judas, what menys thou? Nothyng, Lord, bot ett with you. Ett on, brether, hardely, For oone of you shall me betray. Lord, whoever that be may, Lord, I shall never thee betray. Dere master, is it oght I? Nay thou, Peter, certanly. Master, is oght I he then? Nay, for trowth, John, I thee ken. Master, am I oght that shrew? Nay, forsothe, thou Andrew. Master, then is it oght I? Nay thou, Simon, securly. Is it oght I that shuld do that dede? Nay, Philyp, withoutten drede. Was it oght I that hight Thadee? Or we two Jamys?                              Nay, none of you is he, Bot he that ett with me in dysh; He shall my body betray, iwys. What then, wene ye that I it am? Thou says sothe; thou berys the blame. Ichon of you shall this nyght Forsake me, and fayn he myght. Nay, certys, God forbeyd That ever shuld we do that deyd. If all, master, forsake thee, Shall I never fro thee fle. Peter, thou shall thryse apon a thraw Forsake me or the cok craw. Take up this clothe and let us go, For we have othere thyngys at do. Hic lavet pedes discipulorum. 9 Sit all downe, and here and sees, For I shall wesh youre feet on knees. Et mittens aquam in pelvim venit ad Petrum. 10 Lord, shuld thou wesh feytt myne? Thou art my Lord and I thy hyne. Why I do it thou wote not yit; Peter, herafter shall thou wytt. Nay, master, I thee heytt: Thou shall never wesh my feytt. Bot I thee wesh thou mon mys Parte with me in hevens blys. 11 Nay, Lord, or I that forgo, Wesh heede, handys, and feytt also. Ye ar clene, bot not all; That shall be sene when tyme shall fall. Who shall be weshyn, as I weyn, He thar not wesh his feytt clene And forsothe, clene ar ye, Bot not all as ye shuld be. I shall you say, take good hede, Whi that I have done the dede. Ye call me master and lord by name; Ye say full well for so I am. Sen I, both lord and master, to you wold knele To wesh youre fete, so must ye wele. Now wote ye what I have done: Ensampyll have I gyffen you to; Loke ye do so eftsone. Ichon of you wesh othere fete, lo. For he that servand is, Forsothe, as I say you, Not more then his lord he is To whome he servyce owe. Or that this nyght be gone Alone will ye leyf me, For in this nyght ilkon Ye shall fro me fle. For when the hyrd is smeten The shepe shall fle away, Be skaterd wyde and byten, The prophetys thus can say. Lord, if that I shuld dy, Forsake thee shall I noght. Forsothe, Peter, I say to thee, In so great drede shall thou be broght That or the cok have crowen twyse Thou shall deny me tymes thre. That shall I never, Lord, iwys, Ere shall I with thee de. Now loke youre hartys be grefyd noght. Nawthere in drede ne in wo, Bot trow in God that you has wroght, And in me trow ye also. In my Fader house, forsothe, Is many a wonnyng stede That men shall have aftyr thare trowthe Soyn after thay be dede. And here may I no longer leynd, Bot I shall go before, And yit if I before you weynd, For you to ordan thore, I shall com to you agane And take you to me, That wheresoever I am Ye shall be with me. And I am way and sothefastnes And lyfe that ever shal be, And to my Fader commys none, iwys, Bot oonly thorow me. I will not leyf you all helples, As men withoutten freynd, As faderles and moderles, Thof all I fro you weynd; I shall com eft to you agayn. This warld shall me not se, Bot ye shall se me well, certan, And lyfand shall I be. And ye shall lyf in heven. Then shall ye knaw, iwys, That I am in my Fader even, And my Fader in me is, And I in you and ye in me, And ilka man therto My commaundement that kepys trulé And after it will do. Now have ye hard what I have sayde: I go and com agayn. Therfor loke ye be payde And also glad and fayn, For to my Fader I weynd, For more then I is he. I let you wytt as faythfull freynd Or that it done be, That ye may trow when it is done. For certys I may noght now Many thyngys so soyn At this tyme speake with you, For the prynce of this warld is commyn And no powere has he in me, Bot as that all the warld within May both here and se That I owe luf my Fader to Sen he me hyder sent, And all thyngys I do After his commaundement. Ryse ye up, ilkon, And weynd we on oure way As fast as we may gone To Olyvete to pray. Peter, Jamys, and thou, John, Ryse up and folow me. My tyme it commys anone; Abyde styll here, ye thre. Say youre prayers here byneth That ye fall in no fowndyng. My sawll is hevy agans the deth And the sore pynyng. Tunc orabit et dicit: 12 Fader, let this great payn be styll, And pas away fro me, Bot not, Fader, at my wyll, Bot thyn fulfyllyd be. Et reuertet ad discipulos. 13 Symon, I say, slepys thou? Awake, I red you all. The feynd ful fast salys you, In wanhope to gar you fall. 14 Bot I shall pray my Fader so That his myght shall not dere. My goost is prest therto; My flesh is seke for fere. Et iterum orabit: 15 Fader, thi Son I was. Of thee I aske this boyn: If this payn may not pas, Fader, thi will be doyn. Et reuertet ad discipulos. 16 Ye slepe, brether, yit I see It is for sorow that ye do so. Ye have so long wepyd for me That ye ar masyd and lappyd in wo. Et tercio orabit: 17 Dere Fader, thou here my wyll: This passyon thou put fro me away; And if I must nedys go thertyll, I shall fulfill thi wyll today. Therfor this bytter passyon If I may not put by, I am here redy at thi dom; Thou comforte me that am drery. My comforte, Son, I shall thee tell Of thyngys that fell by reson, As Lucyfer for syn that fell Betrayd Eve with his fals treson. Adam assent his wyfe untyll; The wekyd goost then askyd a bone Which has hurt mankynde full yll. This was the wordys he askyd soyn: All that ever of Adam com Holly to hym to take, With hym to dwell withoutten dome In payn that never shall slake, To that a chyld myght be borne Of a madyn, and she wemles, As cleyn as that she was beforne, As puryd sylver or shynand glas, To tyme that childe to deth were dight And rasyd hymself apon the thryd day And stevend to heven thrugh his awne myght. Who may do that bot God veray? Sen thou art man and nedys must dee, And go to hell as othere done, Bot that were wrong withoutten lee That Godys Son there shuld won In payn with his underlowte. Wytt ye well withoutten weyn When oone is borod all shall owtt And borod be from teyn. Slepe ye now, and take youre rest. My tyme is nere command. Awake a whyle, for he is next That me shall gyf into synners hand. Peas, I commaunde you, carles unkynde, To stand as styll as any stone. In donyon depe he shal be pynde That will not sesse his tong anone. For I am governowre of the law; My name it is Pilate. I may lightly gar hang you or draw; I stand in sich astate To do what so I will. And therfor peas I byd you all, And looke ye hold you still And with no brodels brall Tyll we have done oure dede. Whoso makys nose or cry, His nek I shall gar blede With this I bere in hy. To this tratoure be take That wold dystroy oure lawe, Judas, thou may it not forsake, Take hede unto my sawe. Thynk what thou has doyn, That has thi master sold. Performe thi bargan soyn; Thou has thi money takyn and told. Ordan ye knyghtys to weynd with me, Richly arayd in rewyll and rowtt, And all my covandys holden shall be So I have felyship me abowte. Wherby, Judas, shuld we hym knaw If we shall wysely wyrk, iwys? For som of us hym never saw. Lay hand on hym that I shall kys. Have done, syr knyghtys, and kythe youre strengthe, And wap you wightly in youre wede. Seke over all both brede and lengthe; Spare ye not, spende and spede. We have soght hym les and more And falyd ther we have farn. Malcus, thou shall weynd before And bere with thee a light lantarne. Sir, this jornay I undertake With all my myght and mayn; If I shuld for Mahowns sake Here in this place be slayn, Crist that prophett for to take, We may be all full fayn. Oure weppyns redy loke ye make To bryng hym in mekyll grame This nyght. Go we now on oure way Oure mastres for to may. Oure lantarnes take with us alsway And loke that thay be light. Sir Pilate, prynce pereles in pall, Of all men most myghty merked on mold We ar evermore redy to com at thi call And bow to thi bydyng as bachlers shuld. Bot that prynce of the apostyls pupplyshed beforne, Men call hym Crist, comen of David kyn, His lyfe full sone shal be forlorne If we have hap hym for to wyn. Have done, For as ever ete I breede, Or I styr in this stede I wold stryke of his hede. Lord, I aske that boyne. That boyn, lord, thou us bede, And on hym wreke thee sone we shall Fro we have lade on hym good spede He shall no more hym Godys son call; We shall marke hym truly his mede. By Mahowne, most God of all, Siche thre knyghtys had lytyll drede To bynde the dwill that we on call In nede. For if thay were a thowsand mo, That prophete and his apostels also, With thise two handys for to slo Had I lytyll drede. Now, curtes kasers of Kamys kyn, Most gentyll of Jure to me that I fynde, My comforth from care may ye sone wyn If ye happely may hent that unheynde. Bot go ye hens spedely, and loke ye not spare. My frenship, my fortherans, shall ever with you be. And Mahowne that is myghtfull, he menske you evermare, Bryng you safe and sownde with that brodell to me In place, Wheresoever ye weynd, Ye knyghtys so heynde, Sir Lucyfer the feynde He lede you the trace. Ryse up, Peter, and go with me, And folowe me withoutten stryfe. Judas wakys and slepys not he; He commys to betray me here belyfe. Wo be to hym that bryngys up slaunder; He were better his dethe to take. Bot com furth, Peter, and tary no langere. Lo, where thay com that will me take. Rest well, master Jesus fre. I pray thee that thou wold kys me enys; I am commen to socoure thee. Thou art aspyed whatso it menys. 18 Judas, whi makys thou sich a brayde? Trowys thou not I knowe thi will? With kyssyng has thou me betrayd; That shall thou rew som tyme ful yll. Whome seke ye, syrs, by name? We seke Jesu of Nazarene. I kepe not my name to layn; Lo, I am here, the same ye mene. Bot whome seke ye with wepyns kene? To say thee sothe and not to ly, We seke Jesu of Nazarene. I told you ere that it was I. Dar no man on hym lay hand I shall cach hym if I may. A flateryng foyll has thou bene lang, Bot now is commen thyn endyng day. I wold be dede within short space Or I shuld se this sight. Go pleyn thee to Syr Cayphas And byd hym do thee right. Alas, the tyme that I was borne, Or today com in this stede! My right ere I have forlorne. Help, alas, I blede to dede. Thou, man, that menys thi hurt so sare, Com heder, let me thi wounde se. Take me thi ere that he of share. In nomine patris, hole thou be. Now am I hole as I was ere; My hurt is never the wars. Therfor, felows, drawe me nere; The dwill hym spede that hym spars. Therfor, Peter, I say thee this, My will it is that all men witten: Put up thi swerde and do no mys, For he that smytys he shal be smyten. Ye knyghtys that be commen now here, Thus assemblyd in a rowte As I were thefe or thefys fere, With wepyns com ye me abowte. Me thynk, forsothe, ye do full yll Thus for to seke me in the nyght, Bot what penance ye put me tyll, Ye let my felows go with gryth. Lede hym furth fast by the gate; Hangyd be he that sparis hym oght. How thynk thee, Syr Pilate, Bi this brodell that we have broght? Is he the same and the self, I say, That has wroght us this care? It has bene told sen many a day Sayngys of hym full sare. It was tyll us greatt woghe From dede to lyfe thou rasyd Lazare, Sen stalkyd stylly bi the see-swoghe; Both domb and defe thou salfyd from sare. Thou passys Cesar bi dede, Or Syr Herode oure kyng. Let deme hym fast to dede And let for no kyn thyng. Sen he has forfett agans oure lawe, Let us deme hym in this stede. I will not assent unto youre saw; I can ordan well better red. Better red? Yei, dwill, how so? Then were oure sorow lastand ay. And he thus furth shuld go He wold dystroy oure lay. Wold ye all assent to me, This bargan shuld be strykyn anone. By nyghtertayll dede shuld he be, And till oure awnter stand ilkon. Peasse, harlottys, the dwill you spede. Wold ye thus prevaly morder a man? When every man has red his red, Let se who better say can. To Cayphas hall loke fast ye wyrk, And thider right ye shall hym lede. He has the rewll of holy kyrk; Lett hym deme hym whyk or dede. For he has wroght agans oure law; Forthi most skyll can he theron. Sir, we assent unto youre saw. Com furth, bewshere, and lett us gone. Step furth in the wenyande. Wenys thou ay to stand styll? Nay, luskand losell, lawes of the land Shall fayll bot we have oure will. Out of my handys shall thou not pas For all the craft thou can. Till thou com to Syr Cayphas, Save thee shall no man. Explicit capcio Jesu. 19

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morning always; mischief more escapes; insult kill him quickly thus lost lack of command [fol. 68r] skillfully fault; discover Why; (t-note) let us know your words slay enumerate; in order more lame readily; makes makes allegations; (see note) Tempts; turns them from us dumb; deaf; presence; (see note) hill and valley Whatever; suffer; (t-note) healthy such works; (see note) profit pays no attention each man believes his tale devil bear witness Such fault judgment; amend heard annoyance; concerns us Sabbath held forbids [everyone] pay for this foolishness What the devil might he be up to; (t-note) mockery rule and govern; (t-note) pay for torments before I eat bread loathsome Lazarus of Bethany; (see note) stinking; place raised bodily fourth because lain dead; time much praised Among himself rule speaks devil’s pain believes; such tales (see note) defends clever stratagems knows torment; (t-note) Cease not until anger calm; mood scoundrel; (see note) tricks mad devil; there; (see note) pay for; blood knew You blame us wrongfully quickly (see note) lose our law here go (see note) make inquiries More feast is over tricks be known wait among you honor; company otherwise; go; (t-note) sent for devil’s hand do not be offended purpose leave enter such an assembly know; (see note) unpleasantly makes Lay; throw more are more necessary to do heavy blows makes such mischief teach present himself offer hence; devils’; (t-note) leisure to attend to you prophet wondrous deeds destroy listen reason offer Buy quickly I am named certainly buy; (see note) firmly before I go friend; faith Nothing else; heartily payment healthy; [fol. 69r] defeat; foul slander guarantee your sale affliction; account home jesting; torment attend hereto neglect (see note) (see note) custody retinue since value; at once (see note); (t-note) much made Maliciously choice buy Caused openly; before quickly Simon’s followers precious in value washed; tears wet then; hair misery to end head; there feet strange affair odor sweet refrain No other affliction waste pence among tenth part (t-note) buy ill treats; trick; (see note) misfortune boast; abashed everything assured ascertain no falsehood test; try promised deed confidential mention know; persecute fear; foul disturbance converse no more he made me lose long before once and for all; (see note) promise (see note) in haste valiant deeds Cease; place or position false impostor abashed (t-note) eat your Passover meal Tell; prepare your meal immediately; (see note) Bearing takes shelter in follow simple; blessed nature accommodate; (see note) and my disciples there hurry Until prepared (see note) (see note) at hand; (see note) feast well-strewn; (t-note) shown (t-note) meal; ready wash give; for Come forward; (t-note) (see note); (t-note) mean but to eat brothers; by all means (t-note) (t-note) (see note) know scoundrel; (t-note) truly (t-note) assuredly doubtless (t-note) (see note) dish certainly suppose truth; bear Each one willingly forbid deed three times in a moment; (see note) before the cock crows to do (see note) wash; on my knees (t-note) servant know not yet promise Unless; shall miss before (see note) washed; think need Since indeed know; (see note) An example; given Look; hereafter Each one; the other’s a servant than Before leave each one from shepherd; smitten; (see note) flee scattered; bitten even if Truly before; twice (see note) die grieved; (see note) Neither; nor trust dwelling place in accordance with their faith remain go To prepare [a place] for you there truth certainly through leave Though I go from all of you come back living indeed equally each heard content eager go Before believe soon (t-note) (see note) over hear and see love Since; here everyone Mount Olivet; (see note) soon beneath temptation; (t-note) suffering fulfilled advise harm soul; ready sick for fear (see note) favor (t-note) done brothers wept confused; wrapped hear suffering judgment (see note) yielded to his wife wicked spirit; favor soon Wholly judgment; (t-note) cease Until immaculate refined; shining glass Until; condemned ascended; own; (t-note) verily Since; die; (see note) lie live subjects Know; without a doubt; (see note) ransomed; [come] out suffering (see note) approaching nearby give unnatural churls; (t-note) dungeon; confined stop his tongue at once (see note) pull [you] apart position scoundrels’ brawl noise make (see note) Until this traitor is caught words done soon counted Prepare in rank and file covenants kiss show dress yourselves quickly Seek; breadth; length; (t-note) (see note); (t-note) failed where; labored (see note); (see note) strength and might Even if glad weapons; look great misery make also peerless; scarlet; (see note) formed on earth knights proclaimed lost luck eat I bread Before; place strike off favor offer avenge struck him down quickly allot; reward Such; (see note) devil more slay (see note) Jewry comfort; deliver seize; discourteous one do not let [him] escape support may he favor; (t-note) scoundrel gracious way at once longer [fol. 72v] once comfort deceit Believe regret seek; conceal mention weapons fool Before complain heal you; (see note) place lost death bemoans; sore Give me; cut off In the name of the Father; whole; (see note) worse learn sword; misdeed strikes; stricken company thief; companion weapons whatever; to peace securely; way at all By; scoundrel worry since Reports; painful It was to us great woe; (t-note) death to life; (see note) (see note) mute; deaf; healed; suffering by deed judge; death relent; nothing at all transgressed speech (words) ordain far better a decree Yes, devil everlasting will destroy (t-note) struck at once night time If each one stands by our undertaking scoundrels secretly murder given his advice rule of holy church; (see note) judge him alive or dead acted against Therefore command fair sir waning moon; (see note) Think; forever sluggish scoundrel unless (see note)