[fol. 73v] TORTURER 1 5 10 TORTURER 2 15 20 25 TORTURER 1 30 TORTURER 2 35 TORTURER 1 41 45 TORTURER 2 50 TORTURER 1 55 TORTURER 2 [fol. 74r] 60 TORTURER 1 65 TORTURER 2 71 CAIAPHAS 76 ANNAS 80 TORTURER 1 85 90 CAIAPHAS TORTURER 2 95 TORTURER 1 100 TORTURER 2 106 CAIAPHAS 110 TORTURER 1 116 TORTURER 2 120 TORTURER 1 125 TORTURER 2 130 TORTURER 1 TORTURER 2 136 140 TORTURER 1 145 150 TORTURER 2 155 TORTURER 1 160 165 TORTURER 2 171 TORTURER 1 175 180 CAIAPHAS 185 [fol. 75r] 190 195 200 205 210 215 220 225 230 235 240 245 250 255 [fol. 75v] 260 ANNAS CAIAPHAS 266 ANNAS CAIAPHAS ANNAS CAIAPHAS ANNAS 272 275 CAIAPHAS ANNAS CAIAPHAS 280 ANNAS CAIAPHAS ANNAS 286 CAIAPHAS ANNAS 291 CAIAPHAS 295 ANNAS CAIAPHAS ANNAS 301 CAIAPHAS 305 ANNAS 310 CAIAPHAS ANNAS 316 CAIAPHAS ANNAS 320 325 CAIAPHAS 330 ANNAS 335 340 CAIAPHAS ANNAS 346 350 355 360 JESUS 365 CAIAPHAS 370 ANNAS CAIAPHAS 376 ANNAS 380 CAIAPHAS 385 ANNAS 390 CAIAPHAS 395 ANNAS CAIAPHAS ANNAS CAIAPHAS ANNAS 401 CAIAPHAS 405 410 ANNAS CAIAPHAS 415 ANNAS CAIAPHAS ANNAS 421 425 CAIAPHAS 431 ANNAS CAIAPHAS 435 ANNAS 440 CAIAPHAS 445 ANNAS CAIAPHAS 450 455 ANNAS 461 465 CAIAPHAS 470 TORTURER 1 476 CAIAPHAS 481 TORTURER 2 485 CAIAPHAS TORTURER 1 490 CAIAPHAS TORTURER 2 496 TORTURER 1 500 FROWARD 505 TORTURER 2 FROWARD 510 TORTURER 1 [fol. 77v] FROWARD 516 520 TORTURER 2 TORTURER 1 526 TORTURER 2 530 TORTURER 1 TORTURER 2 TORTURER 1 TORTURER 2 537 FROWARD TORTURER 1 FROWARD 543 TORTURER 2 FROWARD TORTURER 1 FROWARD 550 555 TORTURER 1 FROWARD TORTURER 2 FROWARD 561 TORTURER 1 FROWARD TORTURER 2 TORTURER 1 567 FROWARD TORTURER 2 FROWARD 571 TORTURER 1 [fol. 78r] 576 TORTURER 2 FROWARD 580 TORTURER 1 TORTURER 2 FROWARD 585 TORTURER 1 TORTURER 2 FROWARD 591 TORTURER 1 595 FROWARD TORTURER 2 TORTURER 1 FROWARD TORTURER 1 600 TORTURER 2 FROWARD TORTURER 1 606 TORTURER 2 FROWARD 611 CAIAPHAS 615 TORTURER 1 620 TORTURER 2 FROWARD 624 CAIAPHAS ANNAS CAIAPHAS 630 635 [fol. 78v] 640 ANNAS 645 CAIAPHAS 650

Torturer 1 Torturer 2 Caiaphas Annas Jesus Froward Incipit coliphizacio. 1 Do io, furth io, And trott on a pase! To Anna will we go And Syr Cayphas. Witt thou well, of thaym two Gettys thou no grace Bot everlastyng wo, For trespast thou has So mekill. Thi mys is more Then ever gettys thou grace fore; Thou has beyn aywhore Full fals and full fekyll. It is wonder to dre, Thus to be gangyng. We have had for thee Mekill hart-stangyng, Bot at last shall we be Out of hart-langyng, Be thou have had two or three Hetys worth a hangyng. No wonder! Sich wyles can thou make Gar the people farsake Oure lawes, and thyne take; Thus art thou broght in blonder. Thou cannot say agaynt If thou be trew. Som men holdys thee sant And that shall thou rew; Fare wordys can thou paynt And lege lawes new. Now be ye ataynt, For we will persew On this mater. Many wordys has thou saide Of which we ar not well payde; As good that thou had Halden still thi clater. It is better syt still Then rise up and fall. Thou has long had thi will And made many brall; At the last wold thou spill And fordo us all, If we dyd never yll. I trow not he shall Indure it, For if other men ruse hym, We shall accuse hym; Hisself shall not excuse hym, To you I insure it, With no legeance. 2 Fayn wold he wynk Els falys his countenance; I say as I thynk. He has done us grevance; Therfor shall he drynk. Have he mekill myschaunsce That has gart us swynke In walkyng, That unneth may I more. 3 Peas, man, we ar thore. I shall walk in before And tell of his talkyng. Haill, syrs, as ye sytt, So worthi in wonys, Whi spyrd ye not yit How we have farne this onys? Sir, we wold fayn witt. All wery ar oure bonys; We have had a fytt Right yll for the nonys, So tarid. Say, were ye oght adred? Were ye oght wrang led, Or in any strate sted? Syrs, who was myscaryd? Say, were ye oght in dowte For fawte of light As ye wached therowte? Sir, as I am true knyght, Of my dame sen I sowked Had I never sich a nyght; Myn een were not lowked Togeder right Sen morowe. Bot yit I thynk it well sett Sen we with this tratoure met. Sir this is he that forfett And done so mekill sorow. Can ye hym oght apeche? Had he any ferys? He has bene for to preche Full many long yeris, And the people he teche A new law.                    Syrs, heris: As far as his witt reche, Many oone he lerys. When we toke hym, We faunde hym in a yerde, Bot when I drew out my swerde His dyscypyls wex ferde, And soyn thay forsoke hym. Sir, I hard hym say he cowthe dystroew Oure tempyll so gay, And sithen beld a new On the thrid day. How myght that be trew? It toke more aray; The masons I knewe That hewed it, I say, So wyse That hewed ilka stone. A, good syr, let hym oone. He lyes for the quetstone; I gyf hym the pryce. The halt rynes, the blynd sees Thrugh his fals wyles; Thus he gettys many fees Of thym he begyles. He rases men that dees, Thay seke hym be myles, And ever thrugh his soceres Oure Sabate day defyles, Evermore, syr. This is his use and his custom: To heyll the defe and the dom Wheresoever he com. I tell you before, syr. Men call hym a kyng And Godys son of heven; He wold fayn downe bryng Oure lawes bi his steven. Yit is ther anothere thyng That I hard hym neven: He settys not a fle wyng Bi Syr Cesar full even; He says thus. Sir, this same is he That excusyd with his sotelté A woman in avowtré; Full well may ye trust us. Sir Lazare can he rase, That men may persave, When he had lyne foure dayes Ded in his grave. All men hym prase, Both master and knave, Such wychcraft he mase. If he abowte wave Any langere, His warkys may we ban, For he has turned many man Sen the tyme he began, And done us great hangere. He will not leyfe yit Thof he be culpabyll. Men call hym a prophete. A lord full renabyll. Sir Cayphas, bi my wytt, He shuld be dampnabill. Bot wold ye two as ye sytt Make it ferme and stabyll Togeder? For ye two, as I traw, May defende all oure law; That mayde us to you draw And bryng this losell heder. Sir, I can tell you before, As myght I be maryd, If he reyne any more Oure lawes ar myscaryd. Sir, opposed if he wore, He shuld be fon waryd; That is well seyn thore Where he has long tarid And walkyd. He is sowre-lottyn. Ther is somwhat forgottyn; I shall thryng out the rottyn Be we have all talkyd. Now fare myght you fall For youre talkyng. For certys, I myself shall Make examynyng. Harstow, harlott, of all? Of care may thou syng; How durst thou thee call Aythere emperoure or kyng? I do fy thee What the dwill doyst thou here? Thi dedys will do thee dere. Com nar and rowne in myn eeyr Or I shall ascry thee. Illa-hayll was thou borne! Harke, says he oght agane? Thou shall onys or to-morne To speke be full fayne. This is a great skorne And a fals trane. Now wolfys-hede and out-horne On thee be tane, Vile fature. Oone worde myght thou speke ethe, Yit myght it do thee som letht; Et omnis qui tacet Hic consentire videtur. 4 Speke on oone word Right in the dwyllys name. Where was thi syre at bord When he met with thi dame? What, nawder bowted ne spurd And a lord of name? Speke on, in a torde. The dwill gif thee shame, Sir Sybré. Perdé, if thou were a kyng, Yit myght thou be ridyng. Fy on thee, fundlyng! Thou lyfys bot bi brybré. Lad, I am a prelate, A lord in degré, Syttys in myn astate As thou may se, Knyghtys on me to wate In dyverse degré. I myght thole thee abate And knele on thi kne In my present. As ever syng I mes, Whoso kepis the lawe, I gess, He gettys more by purches Then bi his fre rent. The dwill gif thee shame That ever I knew thee. Nather blynde ne lame Will none persew thee. Therfor I shall thee name, That ever shall rew thee, Kyng Copyn in oure game; Thus shall I indew thee For a fatur. Say, dar thou not speke for ferde? I shrew hym, the lerd. Wemé, the dwillys durt in thi berd, Vyle, fals tratur! Though thi lyppis be stokyn, Yit myght thou say mom. Great wordys has thou spokyn; Then was thou not dom. Be it hole worde or brokyn, Com owt with som, Els on thee I shal be wrokyn, Or thi ded com All outt. 5 Aythere has thou no wytt Or els ar thyn eres dytt. Why, bot herd thou not yit? So I cry and I showte. A, syr, be not yll payde Though he not answere. He is inwardly flayde, Not right in his gere. No, bot the wordys he has saide Doth my hart great dere. Sir, yit may ye be dayde. Nay, whils I lif nere. Sir, amese you. Now fowll myght hym befall. Sir, ye ar vexed at all, And peraventur he shall Hereafter pleas you. We may bi oure law Examyn hym fyrst. Bot I gif hym a blaw My hart will brist. Abyde to ye his purpose knaw. Nay, bot I shall out thrist Both his een on a raw. Syr, ye will not, I tryst, Be so vengeabyll; Bot let me oppose hym. I pray you, and sloes hym! Sir, we may not lose hym Bot we were dampnabill. He has adyld his ded; A kyng he hym calde. War, let me gyrd of his hede. I hope not ye wold, Bot, syr, do my red Youre worship to hald. Shall I never ete bred To that he be stald In the stokys. Sir, speke soft and styll. Let us do as the law will. Nay, I myself shall hym kyll And murder with knokys. Sir, thynk ye that ye ar A man of holy kyrk; Ye shuld be oure techere, Mekenes to wyrk. Yei, bot all is out of har, And that shall he yrk. All soft may men go far; Oure lawes ar not myrk, I weyn. Youre wordys ar bustus, Et hoc nos volumus Quod de iure possumus; 6 Ye wote what I meyn. It is best that we trete hym With farenes.                        Wé, nay! And so myght we gett hym Som word for to say. War, let me bett hym. Syr, do away, For if ye thus thrett hym, He spekys not this day. Bot herys: Wold ye sesse and abyde, I shuld take hym on syde And inquere of his pryde How he oure folke lerys. He has renyd over lang With his fals lyys, And done mekyll wrang. Sir Cesar he defyes; Therfor shall I hym hang Or I up ryse. Sir, the law will not he gang On no kyn wyse Undemyd. Bot fyrst wold I here What he wold answere; Bot he dyd any dere Why shuld he be flemyd? And therfor examynyng Fyrst will I make, Sen that he callys hym a kyng. Bot he that forsake I shall gyf hym a wryng That his nek shall crak. Syr, ye may not hym dyng; No word yit he spake That I wyst. Hark, felow, com nar. Wyll thou never be war? I have mervell thou dar Thus do thyn awne lyst. Bot I shall do as the law wyll, If the people ruse thee. Say, dyd thou oght this yll? Can thou oght excuse thee? Why standys thou so styll When men thus accuse thee? For to hyng on a hyll, Hark, how thay ruse thee To dam. Say, art thou Godys son of heven As thou art wonte for to neven? So thou says by thy steven, And right so I am. For after this shall thou se When that I com downe In brightnes on he, In clowdys from abone. A, ill myght the feete be That broght thee to towne; Thou art worthy to de. Say, thefe, where is thi crowne? Abyde, syr. Let us lawfully redres. We nede no wytnes; Hysself says expres. Whi shuld I not chyde, syr? Was ther never man so wyk Bot he myght amende When it com to the pryk, Right as youreself kend? Nay, syr, bot I shall hym styk Even with myn awne hend, For if he rene and be whyk We ar at an end, All sam. Therfor, whils I am in this brethe, Let me put hym to deth. Sed nobis non licet Interficere quemquam. 7 Sir, ye wote better then I We shuld slo no man. His dedys I defy; His warkys may we ban. Therfor shall he by. Nay, on oder wyse than, And do it lawfully. As how?                Tel you I can. Let se. Sir, take tent to my sawes: Men of temporall lawes Thay may deme sich cause, And so may not we. My hart is full cold, Nerehand that I swelt. For talys that ar told I bolne at my belt; Unethes may it hold My body an ye it felt. Yit wold I gif of my gold Yond tratoure to pelt Forever. Good syr, do as ye hett me. Whi, shall he oversett me? Syr Anna, if ye lett me, Ye do not youre dever. Sir, ye ar a prelate. So may I well seme, Myself if I say it. Be not to breme. Sich men of astate Shuld no men deme Bot send them to Pilate; The temporall law to yeme Has he. He may best threte hym And all to-rehete hym. It is shame you to bete hym; Therfor, syr, let be. Fy on hym, and war! I am oute of my gate. Say, why standys he so far? Sir, he cam bot late. No, bot I have knyghtys that dar Rap hym on the pate. Ye ar bot to skar. Good syr, abate, And here: What nedys you to chyte? What nedys you to flyte? If ye yond man smyte, Ye ar irregulere. He that fyrst made me clerk And taght me my lare, On bookys for to barke, The dwill gyf hym care! A, good syr, hark: Sich wordys myght ye spare. Els myght I have made up wark Of yond harlot and mare, Perdé. Bot certys, or he hens yode It wold do me som good To se knyghtys knok his hoode With knokys two or thre, For sen he has trespast And broken oure law Let us make hym agast And set hym in awe. Syr, as ye have hast, It shal be, I traw. Com and make redy fast, Ye knyghtys on a raw, Youre arament, And that kyng to you take And with knokys make hym wake. Yei, syrs, and for my sake Gyf hym good payment, For if I myght go with you, As I wold that I myght, I shuld make myn avowe That ons or mydnyght I shuld make his heede sow, Wher that I hyt right. Sir, drede you not now Of this cursed wight Today, For we shall so rok hym And with buffettys knok hym. And I red that ye lok hym That he ryn not away, For I red not we mete If that lad skap. Sir, on us be it Bot we clowt well his kap. Wold ye do as ye heytt, It were a fayr hap. Sir, sytt ye and see it How that we hym knap Oone feste. Bot or we go to this thyng, Sayn us, lord, with thy ryng. Now he shall have my blyssyng That knokys hym the best. Go we now to oure noyte With this fond foyll. We shall teche hym, I wote, A new play of Yoyll, And hold hym full hote. Fraword, a stoyll Go fetch us.                      Wé, dote! Now els were it doyll And unnett. For the wo that he shall dre Let hym knele on his kne. And so shall he for me. Go fetche us a light buffit. Why must he sytt soft, With a mekill myschaunce, That has tenyd us thus oft? Sir, we do it for a skawnce. If he stode up on loft We must hop and dawnse As cokys in a croft. Now a veniance Com on hym. Good skill can ye shew As fell I the dew. Have this; bere it, shrew, For soyn shall we fon hym. 8 Com, syr, and syt downe; Must ye be prayde Lyke a lord of renowne? Youre sete is arayde. We shall preve on his crowne The wordys he has sayde. Ther is none in this towne, I trow, be ill-payde Of his sorow, Bot the fader that hym gate. Now for oght that I wate All his kyn commys to late His body to borow. I wold we were onwarde. Bot his een must be hyd. Yei, bot thay be well spard We lost that we dyd. Step furth thou, Froward, What is now betyd? Thou art ever a wayward. Have ye none to byd Bot me? I may syng ylla-hayll. Thou must get us a vayll. Ye ar ever in oone tayll. Now ill myght thou thé Well had thou thi name, For thou was ever curst. Sir, I myght say the same To you if I durst, Yit my hyer may I clame; No penny I purst. I have had mekyll shame, Hunger, and thurst In youre servyce. Not oone word so bold. Why, it is trew that I told? Fayn preve it I wold. Thou shal be cald to pervyce. Here a vayll have I fon; I trow it will last. Bryng it hyder, good son; That is it that I ast. How shuld it be bon? Abowte his heade cast. Yei, and when it is well won, Knyt a knot fast, I red. Is it weyll?                  Yei, knave. What, weyn ye that I rafe? Cryst curs myght he have That last bond his heade. Now sen he is blynfeld, I fall to begyn, And thus was I counseld The mastry to wyn. Nay, wrang has thou teld; Thus shuld thou com in. I stode and beheld: Thou towchid not the skyn Bot fowll. How will thou I do? On this manere, lo. Yei, that was well gone to; Ther start up a cowll. Thus shall we hym refe All his fonde talys. Ther is noght in thi nefe, Or els thi hart falys. I can my hand uphefe And knop out the skalys. Godys forbot ye lefe, Bot set in youre nalys On raw. Sit up and prophecy! Bot make us no ly. Who smote thee last?                                      Was it I? He wote not, I traw. Fast to Syr Cayphas Go we togeder. Ryse up with ill grace, So com thou hyder. It semys by his pase He groches to go thyder. We have gyfen hym a glase, Ye may consyder, To kepe. Sir, for his great boost With knokys he is indoost. In fayth, syr, we had almost Knokyd hym on slepe. Now sen he is well bett. Weynd on youre gate And tell ye the forfett Unto Syr Pylate, For he is a juge sett Emang men of state, And looke that ye not let. Com furth, old crate, Belyfe. We shall lede thee a trott. Lyft thy feet, may thou not. Then nedys me do nott Bot com after and dryfe. Alas, now take I hede. Why mowrne ye so? For I am ever in drede, Wandreth and wo, Lest Pylate for mede Let Jesus go; Bot had I slayn hym indede With thise handys two, At onys, All had bene qwytt than. Bot gyftys marres many man; Bot he deme the sothe than The dwill have his bonys. Sir Anna, all I wyte you this blame, For had ye not beyn, I had mayde hym full tame — Yei, stykyd hym, I weyn, To the hart full wan, With this dagger so keyn. Sir, you must shame Sich wordys for to meyn Emang men. I will not dwell in this stede, Bot spy how thay hym lede, And persew on his dede. Farewell! We gang, men. Explicit coliphizacio. 9

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foundling only by thievery [Who] sits wait allow you to bow presence I sing mass guess illegal gains Neither blind nor lame pursue (see note) regret invest traitor fear curse; learned [one] devil’s dirt; beard; (see note) lips; closed mumble dumb whole out revenged death Either ears stopped up frightened mind heart; harm summoned to court; (see note) calm evil (foul) perhaps Unless; blow burst until thrust out eyes; together vengeful slay destroy damnable earned his death Beware; chop off his head take my advice eat bread Until; placed stocks quietly blows consider church Meekness out of joint loathe Moderately; (see note) obscure; (t-note) think rough; (t-note) know [fol. 76r] beat threaten listens cease and desist aside teaches reigned too long; (t-note) much mischief Before I stand up let him go In any way Unjudged Unless; harm condemned Since refuses; (see note) crack hurt know near wary dare will (see note) Even if; praise any of this wickedness boast damn are accustomed; mention voice; 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