PILATE 5 10 [fol. 79r] 15 20 25 30 35 40 45 50 TORTURER 1 [fol. 79v] 56 60 65 70 75 TORTURER 2 80 85 90 TORTURER 3 95 100 PILATE 105 110 115 [fol. 80r] 121 125 130 COUNSELOR 1 135 PILATE 141 JESUS 145 PILATE 150 TORTURER 1 155 PILATE 160 TORTURER 2 165 TORTURER 3 TORTURER 1 TORTURER 2 171 TORTURER 3 TORTURER 1 175 TORTURER 2 TORTURER 3 TORTURER 1 TORTURER 2 182 TORTURER 3 185 TORTURER 1 190 TORTURER 2 TORTURER 3 TORTURER 1 195 200 205 TORTURER 2 210 215 220 TORTURER 3 225 230 TORTURER 1 236 240 245 PILATE 250 255 260 COUNSELOR 2 265 270 PILATE 275 TORTURER 3 281 285 PILATE 290 TORTURER 1 295 PILATE TORTURER 1 301 TORTURER 2 305 310 TORTURER 3 TORTURER 1 315 TORTURER 2 320 325 TORTURER 1 330 335 TORTURER 2 TORTURER 3 TORTURER 1 340 345 350 JOHN 355 360 [fol. 82r] 366 370 MARY 376 JOHN 380 MARY JOHN 385 MARY MAGDALENE 391 JOHN 396 MARY JACOBI 400 JOHN 405 MARY 411 MARY MAGDALENE 414 MARY JOHN MARY 421 425 JESUS 431 MARY 435 JESUS MARY 440 JESUS 445 MARY MAGDALENE 451 [fol. 83r] MARY JACOBI 455 MARY MAGDALENE 460 MARY JACOBI 465 JESUS 470 475 480 TORTURER 2 485 TORTURER 3 TORTURER 1 490 MARY MAGDALENE TORTURER 2 495 TORTURER 3 TORTURER 1 501 TORTURER 2 505 SIMON TORTURER 3 511 SIMON TORTURER 1 515 520 SIMON TORTURER 2 526 530 SIMON 535 TORTURER 3 540 TORTURER 1 SIMON 545 TORTURER 2 550 SIMON 555 TORTURER 3 TORTURER 1 561 TORTURER 3 565 TORTURER 1 TORTURER 2 TORTURER 3 572

Pilate Torturer 1 Torturer 2 Torturer 3 Counselor 1 Jesus Counselor 2 John the Apostle Mary (the mother of Jesus) Mary Magdalene Mary Jacobi Simon Incipit flagellacio. 1 Peasse at my bydyng, ye wyghtys in wold! 2 Looke none be so hardy to speke a word bot I Or by Mahowne, most myghty maker on mold, With this brande that I bere ye shall bytterly aby. Say, wote ye not that I am Pylate, perles to behold, Most doughty in dedys of dukys of the Jury? In bradyng of batels I am the most bold; Therfor my name to you will I dyscry, No mys. I am full of sotelty, Falshed, gyll, and trechery; Therfor am I namyd by clergy Os Malleatoris. For like as on both sydys the iren the hamer makith playn, So do I that the law has here in my kepyng: The right side to socoure, certys, I am full bayn, If I may get therby a vantege or wynyng; Then to the fals parte I turne me agayn, For I se more vayll will to me be risyng. Thus every man to drede me shal be full fayn, And all faynt of thare fayth to me be obeyng, Truly. All fals endytars, Quest-gangars, and jurars, And thise outrydars Ar welcom to me. Bot this prophete that has prechyd and puplyshed so playn Cristen law, Crist thay call hym in oure cuntré. Bot oure prynces full prowdly this nyght have hym tayn; Full tytt to be dampned he shall be hurlyd byfore me. I shall fownde to be his freynd vtward, in certayn, And shew hym fare cowntenance and wordys of vanyté, Bot or this day at nyght on crosse shall he be slayn. Thus agans hym in my hart I bere great enmyté Full sore. Ye men that use bakbytyngys, And rasars of slanderyngys, Ye ar my dere darlyngys, And Mahowns forevermore. For nothyng in this warld dos me more grefe Then for to here of Crist and of his new lawes; To trow that he is Godys son my hart wold all to-clefe, Though he be never so trew both in dedys and in sawes. Therfor shall he suffre mekill myschefe, And all the dyscypyls that unto hym drawes; For over all solace to me it is most lefe The shedyng of Cristen bloode, and that all Jury knawes, I say you. My knyghtys full swythe Thare strengthes will thay kyth, And bryng hym belyfe. Lo, where thay com now. I have ron that I swett From Syr Herode oure kyng With this man that will not lett Oure lawes to downe bryng. He has done so mych forfett, Of care may he syng; Thrugh dom of Syr Pylate He gettys an yll endyng And sore. The great warkys he has wroght Shall serve hym of noght, And bot thay be dere boght Lefe me no more. 3 Bot make rowme in this rese, I byd you, belyfe, And of youre noys that ye sesse, Both man and wyfe. To Syr Pylate on dese This man will we dryfe His dede for to dres, And refe hym his lyfe This day. Do draw hym forward. Whi stand ye so bakward? Com on, syr, hyderward As fast as ye may. Do pull hym arase. Whyls we be gangyng I shall spytt in his face, Though it be fare shynyng. Of us thre gettys thou no grace, Thi dedys ar so noyng; Bot more sorow thou hase, Oure myrth is incresyng, No lak, Felows all in hast, With this band that will last Let us bynde fast Both his handys on his bak. I shall lede thee a dawnce Unto Syr Pilate hall; Thou betyd an yll chawnce To com emangys us all. Sir Pilate, with youre cheftance, To you we cry and call That ye make som ordynance With this brodell thrall By skyll. This man that we led, On crosse ye put to ded. What, withoutten any red? That is not my wyll. Bot ye wysest of law To me ye be tendand: This man withoutten awe Which ye led in a band, Nather in dede ne in saw Can I fynd with no wrang. Wherfor ye shuld hym draw Or bere falsly on hand With ill? Ye say he turnes oure pepyll; Ye call hym fals and fekyll. Warldys shame is on you mekyll This man if ye spyll. Of all thise causes ilkon Which ye put on hym, Herode, truly as stone, Coud fynd with no kyns gyn Nothyng herapon That pent to any syn. Why shuld I then so soyn To ded here deme hym Therfor? This is my counsell: I will not with hym mell; Let hym go where he wyll For now and evermore. Sir, I say thee oone thyng Without any mys: He callys hisself a kyng Ther he none is; Thus he wold downe bryng Oure lawes, iwys, With his fals lesyng And his quantys This tyde. Herk, felow, com nere. Thou knowes I have powere To excuse or to dampne here, In bayll to abyde. Sich powere has thou noght To wyrk thi will thus with me, Bot from my Fader that is broght, Oonefold God in persons thre. Certys, it is fallen well in my thoght At this tyme, as well wote ye, A thefe that any felony has wroght To lett hym skap or go fre Away; Therfor ye lett hym pas. Nay, nay, bot Barabas, And Jesus in this case To deth ye dam this day. Syrs, looke ye take good hede His cloysse ye spoyll hym fro; Ye gar his body blede And bett hym blak and bloo. This man, as myght I spede, That has wroght us this wo, How iudicare comys in crede Shall we teche or we go, All soyne. Have bynd to this pyllar. Why standys thou so far? To bett his body bar, I haste withoutten hoyne. Now fall I the fyrst To flap on hys hyde. My hartt wold all to-bryst Bot I myght tyll hym glyde. A swap fayn if I durst Wold I lene thee this tyde. War, lett me rub on the rust That the bloode downe glyde As swythe. Have att! Take thou that! I shall lene thee a flap My strengthe for to kythe. Whereon servys thi prophecy, Thou tell us in this case, And all thi warkys of greatt mastry Thou shewed in dyvers place? Thyn apostels full radly Ar run from thee arase; Thou art here in oure baly Withoutten any grace Of skap. Do rug hym! Do dyng hym! Nay, I myself shuld kyll hym Bot for Syr Pilate. Syrs, at the feste of Architreclyn This prophete he was; Ther turnyd he water into wyn. That day he had sich grace His apostels to hym can enclyn, And other that ther was. The see he past bot few yeres syn, It lete hym walk theron apase At wyll; The elementys all bydeyn, And wyndes that ar so keyn, The firmamente, as I weyn, Ar hym obeyng tyll. A lepir cam full fast To this man that here standys, And prayed hym in all hast Of bayll to lowse his bandys. His travell was not wast Though he cam from far landys; This prophete tyll hym past And helyd hym with his handys Full blythe. The son of Centuryon, For whom his fader made greatt mone, Of the palsy he helyd anone; Thay lowfyd hym oft-sythe. Sirs, as he cam from Jherico, A blynde man satt by the way; To hym walkand with many mo, Cryand to hym thus can he say: “Thou son of David, or thou go, Of blyndnes hele thou me this day.” Ther was he helyd of all his wo; Sich wonders can he wyrk all way At wyll. He rasys men from deth to lyfe, And castys out devyls from thame oft-sythe. Seke men cam to hym full ryfe; He helys thaym of all yll. For all thise dedys of great lovyng, Thre thyngys I have fond, certanly, For which he is worthy to hyng: Oone is oure kyng that he wold be; Oure Sabbot day in his wyrkyng He lettys not to hele the seke, truly; He says oure temple he shall downe bryng And in thre daies byg it in hy, All hole agane. Syr Pilate, as ye sytt, Looke wysely in youre wytt. Dam Jesu, or ye flytt, On crosse to suffre his payne. Thou man that suffurs all this yll, Why wyll thou us no mercy cry? Slake thy hart and thi greatt wyll Whyls on thee we have mastry. Of thy greatt warkes shew us som skyll. Men call thee kyng, thou tell us why; Wherfor the Jues seke thee to spyll The cause I wold knowe wytterly, Perdee. Say what is thy name? Thou lett for no shame. Thay putt on thee greatt blame, Els myght thou skap for me. Syr Pilate, prynce peerles, This is my red: That he skap not harmeles, Bot do hym to ded. He cals hym a kyng in every place; Thus wold he overled Oure people in his trace, And oure lawes downe tred By skyll. Syr, youre knyghtes of good lose And the pepyll with oone voce To hyng hym hy on a crosse Thay cry and call you untyll. Now, certys, this is a wonder thyng That ye wold bryng to noght Hym that is youre lege lordyng; In faith this was far soght. Bot say why make ye none obeyng To hym that all has wroght. Sir, he is oure chefe lordyng: Syr Cesar, so worthyly wroght On mold. Pylate, do after us And dam to deth Jesus, Or to Syr Cesar we trus And make thy frenship cold. Now that I am sakles Of this bloode shall ye see: Both my handys in expres Weshen sall be. This bloode bees dere boght, I ges, That ye spill so frelé. We pray it fall endles On us and oure meneye, With wrake. Now youre desyre fulfyll I shall: Take hym emangs you all; On crosse ye put that thrall, His endyng ther to take. Com on, tryp on thi tose Without any fenyng. Thou has made many glose With thy fals talkyng. We ar worthy greatte lose That thus has broght a kyng From Syr Pilate and othere fose Thus into oure ryng Withoutt any hoyne. Sirs, a kyng he hym cals; Therfor a crowne hym befals. I swere by all myn elder sauls I shall it ordan soyne. Lo, here a crowne of thorne To perch his brane within Putt on his hede with skorne, And gar thyrll the skyn. Hayll, kyng, where was thou borne Sich worship for to wyn? We knele all thee beforne, And thee to grefe will we not blyn, That be thou bold. Now by Mahownes bloode Ther will no mete do me goode To he be hanged on a roode And his bones be cold. Syrs, we may be fayn, For I have fon a tree, I tell you in certan It is of greatt bewtee, On the which he shall suffre payn, Be feste with nales thre. Ther shall nothyng hym gayn Theron to he dede be, I insure it. Do bryng hym hence. Take up oure gere and defence. I wold spende all my spence To se hym ones skelpt. This cros up thou take, And make thee redy bowne; Withoutt gruchyng thou rake, And bere it thrugh the towne. Mary thi moder, I wote, will make Great mowrnyng and mone, But for thy fals dedys sake Shortly thou salbe slone, No nay. The pepyll of Bedlem And gentyls of Jerusalem, All the comoners of this reme, Shall wonder on thee this day. Alas for my master moste of myght, That yester-even with lanterne bright Before Caiphas was broght. Both Peter and I sagh that sight, And sithen we fled away full wight When Jues so wonderly wroght. At morne thay toke to red, And fals witnes furth soght, And demyd hym to be dede That to thaym trespaste noght. Alas, for his modere and othere moo, My moder and hir syster also, Sat sam with syghyng sore. Thay wote nothyng of all this wo; Therfor to tell thaym will I go Sen I may mend no more. If he shuld dy thus tyte And thay unwarned wore, I were worthy to wyte; I will go fast therfor. God save you, systers all in fere. Dere lady, if thi will were, I must tell tythyngys playn. Welcom, John, my cosyn dere. How farys my son sen thou was here? That wold I wyt full fayn. A, dere lady, with youre leyff, The trouth shuld no man layn, Ne with Godys will thaym grefe. Whi, John, is my son slayn? Nay, lady, I saide not so; Bot ye me myn he told us two And thaym that with us wore How he with pyne shuld pas us fro, And efte shuld com us to To amende oure syghyng sore. It may not stand in stede To sheynd youreself therfore. Alas, this day for drede. Good John, neven this no more. Speke prevaly, I thee pray, For I am ferde if we hir flay That she will ryn and rafe. The sothe behowys me nede to say: He is damyd to dede this day; Ther may no sorow hym safe. Good John, tell unto us two What thou of hir will crafe, And we will gladly go And help that thou it have. Systers, youre mowrnyng may not amende, And ye will ever or he take ende Speke with my master free, Then must ye ryse and with me weynd, And kepe hym as he shall be kend Withoutt yond same cyté. If ye will nygh me nere, Com fast, and felowe me. A, help me, systers dere, That I my son may see. Lady, we wold weynd full fayn, Hertely with all oure myght and mayn Youre comforth to encrese. Good John, go before and frayn. Lo, where he commes us even agayn, With all yond mekyll prese, All youre mowrnyng in feyr May not his sorow sese. Alas, for my son dere That me to moder chese. Alas, dere son, for care I se thi body blede. Myself I will forfare For thee in this great drede. This cros on thi shulder bare, To help thee in this nede I will it bere with greatt hart-sare, Wheder thay will thee lede. This cros is large in lengthe And also bustus withall; If thou put to thi strengthe To the erthe thou mon downe fall. A, dere son, thou let me Help thee in this case. Et inclinabit crucem ad matrem suam. 4 Lo, moder, I tell it thee To bere no myght thou hase. I pray thee, dere son, it may so be: To man thou gif thi grace; On thiself thou have pyté And kepe thee from thi foyse. Forsothe, moder, this is no nay: On cros I must dede dre, And from deth ryse on the thryd day; Thus prophecy says by me. Mans saull that I luffyd ay I shall redeme securly; Into blis of heven for ay I shall it bryng to me. It is greatt sorow to any wyght Jesus to se with Jues keyn, How he in dyverse payns is dight; For sorow I water both myn eeyn. This Lord that is of myght Dyd never yll truly; Thise Jues thay do not right If thay deme hym to dy. Alas, what shall we say? Jesus that is so leyfe To deth thise Jues this day Thay lede with paynes full grefe. He was full true I say, Though thay dam hym as thefe; Mankynde he lufed allway. For sorow my hart will clefe. Ye doghters of Jerusalem, I byd you wepe nothyng for me, Bot for youreself and youre barn-teme. Behald, I tell you securlé, Sore paynes ar ordand for this reme In dayes herafter for to be; Youre myrth to bayll it shall downe streme In every place of this cyté. Childer, certys, thay shall blys Women baren that never child bare, And pappes that never gaf sowke, iwys; Thus shall thare hartys for sorow be sare. The montayns hy and thise greatt hyllys Thay shall byd fall apon them thare, For my bloode that sakles is To shede and spyll thay will not spare. Walk on and lefe thi vayn carpyng; It shall not save thee fro thy dede, Wheder thise women cry or syng For any red that thay can red. Say, wherto abyde we here abowte Thise qwenes with scremyng and with showte? May no man thare wordys stere? Go home, thou casbald with that clowte, Or by that lord I leyfe and lowte Thou shall by it full dere. This thyng shall venyance call On you holly in fere. Go, hy thee hens withall Or yll hayll cam thou here. Let all this bargan be, Syn all oure toyles ar before; This tratoure and this tre I wold full fayn were thore. It nedys not hym to harll; This cros dos hym greatt dere. Bot yonder commys a carll Shall help hym for to bere. That shall we soyn se on assay. Herk, good man, wheder art thou on away? Thou walkes as thou were wrath. Syrs, I have a greatt jornay That must be done this same day Or els it will me skathe. Thou may with lytyll payn Easse hym and thiself both. Good syrs, that wold I fayn, Bot for to tary I were full loth. Nay, nay, thou shall full soyn be sped. Lo, here a lad that must be led For his yll dedys to dy, And he is bressed and all for bled; That makys us here thus stratly sted. We pray thee sir, forthi, That thou will take this tre, Bere it to Calvery. Good sirs, that may not be, For full greatt hast have I. No longere may I hoyn. In fayth, thou shall not go so soyn For noght that thou can say. This dede must nedys be done And this carll be dede or noyn, And now is nere mydday. And therfore help us at this nede And make us here no more delay. I pray you, do youre dede And let me go my way, And I shall com full soyn agane To help this man with all my mayn At youre awne wyll. What, and wold thou trus with sich a trane? Nay, fatur, thou shall be full fayn This forward to fulfyll, Or by the myght of Mahowne Thou shall lyke it full yll. Tytt, let dyng this dastard downe Bot he lay hand thertyll. Certys that were unwysely wroght, To beytt me bot if I trespast oght Aythere in worde or dede. Apon thi bak it shall be broght; Thou berys it, wheder thou will or noght. Dewyll, whom shuld we drede? And therfor take it here belyfe, And bere it furth good spede. It helpys not here to strife; Bere it behoves me nede. And therfor, syrs, as ye have sayde, To help this man I am well payde, As ye wold that it were. A ha, now ar we right arayde. Bot loke oure gere be redy grade To wyrk when we com there. I warand all redy Oure toyles both moore and les, And Syr Symon truly Gose on before with cros. Now by Mahowne, oure heven kyng, I wold that we were in that stede Where we myght hym on cros bryng. Step on before and furth hym lede A trace. Com on, thou! Put on, thou! I com fast after you And folowse on the chace. Explicit flagellacio. 5

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