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PILATUS Lordingis, listenys nowe unto me:
I comaunde you in ilke degré
Als domesman chiffe in this contré
For counsaill kende,
Atte my bidding you awe to be
And baynly bende.
And Sir Cayphas, chiffe of clergye,
Of youre counsaill late here in hye,
By oure assente sen we dyd dye
Jesus this day,
That we mayntayne and stande therby
That werke allway.
CAYPHAS Yis, sir, that dede schall we mayntayne;
By lawe it was done all bedene,
Ye wotte youreselve, withouten wene,
Als wele as we.
His sawes are nowe uppon hym sene,
And ay schall be.
ANNA The pepull, sirs, in this same steede,
Before you saide with a hole hede
That he was worthy to be dede
And therto sware.
Sen all was rewlid by rightis rede,
Nevyn it no more.
PILATUS To nevyn me thinketh it nedfull thyng.
Sen he was hadde to beriyng
Herde we nowthir of olde ne ying
Thithynges betwene.
CAYPHAS Centurio, sir, will bringe thidings
Of all bedene.
We lefte hym there for man moste wise;
If any rebelles wolde ought rise
Oure rightwise dome for to dispise
Or it offende,
To sese thame till the nexte assise
And than make ende.
CENTURIO A, blissed Lorde, Adonay,
What may thes mervayles signifie
That her was schewed so oppinly
Unto oure sight,
This day whanne that the man gune dye
That Jesus highte?
Itt is a misty thyng to mene;
So selcouth a sight was nevere sene
That oure princes and prestis bedene
Of this affray
I woll go weten withouten wene,
What thei can saye.
God save you, sirs, on ilke a side,
Worschippe and welthe in worldis wide.
With mekill mirthe myght ye abide
Boght day and nyght.
PILATUS Centurio, welcome this tide,
Oure comely knyght.
Ye have bene miste us here among.
CENTURIO God giffe you grace grathely to gang.
PILATUS Centurio, oure frende full lang,
What is your will?
CENTURIO I drede me that ye have done wrang
And wondir ill.
CAYPHAS Wondir ill, I pray thee, why?
Declare it to this company.
CENTURIO So schall I, sirs, telle you trewly
Withowten trayne.
The rightwise mane thanne mene I by
That ye have slayne.
PILATUS Centurio, sesse of such sawe.
Thou arte a lered man in the lawe,
And if we schulde any witnes drawe
Us to excuse,
To mayntayne us evermore thee awe,
And noght reffuse.
CENTURIO To mayntayne trouthe is wele worthi.
I saide you, whanne I sawe hym dy,
That he was Goddis Sone almyghty
That hangeth thore.
Yitt saie I soo, and stande therby
For evermore.
CAYPHAS Ya, sir, such reasouns may ye rewe;
Ye schulde noght neveyn such note enewe,
But ye couthe any tokenyngis trewe
Unto us tell.
CENTURIO Such woundirfull cas nevere yitt ye knewe
As now befell.
ANNA We praye thee telle us of what thyng.
CENTURIO All elementis, both olde and ying,
In ther maneres thai made mornyng
In ilke a stede,
And knewe be countenaunce that ther Kyng
Was done to dede.
The sonne for woo he waxed all wanne,
The mone and sterres of schynyng blanne,
The erthe tremeled, and also manne
Began to speke;
The stones that never was stered or thanne
Gune asondir breke,
And dede men rose, both grete and small.
PILATUS Centurio, beware withall,
Ye wote oure clerkis the clipsis thei call
Such sodayne sight,
Both sonne and mone that sesoune schall
Lak of ther light.
CAYPHAS Ya, and if dede men rose bodily,
That myght be done thurgh socery;
Therfore we sette nothyng therby
To be abaiste.
CENTURIO All that I tell for trewthe schall I
Evermore traste.
In this ilke werke that ye did wirke
Nought allone the sonne was mirke,
But howe youre vaile raffe in youre kirke,
That witte I wolde.
PILATUS Swilke tales full sone will make us irke
And thei be talde.
ANNA Centurio, such speche withdrawe;
Of all thes wordes we have none awe.
CENTURIO Nowe sen ye sette noght be my sawe,
Sirs, have gode day.
God graunte you grace that ye may knawe
The soth alway.
ANNA Withdrawe thee faste, sen thou thee dredis,
For we schall wele mayntayne oure dedis.
PILATUS Such wondir reasouns as he redis
Was nevere beforne.
CAIPHAS To neven this noote no more us nedis,
Nowthere even ne morne.
Therfore loke no manne make ille chere;
All this doyng may do no dere,
But to beware yitt of more were
That folke may fele,
We praye you, sirs, of these sawes sere
Avise you wele.
And to this tale takes hede in hye,
For Jesu saide even opynly
A thyng that greves all this Jury,
And righte so may:
That he schulde rise uppe bodily
Within the thirde day.
And be it so, als motte I spede,
His lattar deede is more to drede
Than is the firste, if we take hede
Or tente therto.
To nevyn this noote methynke moste nede
And beste to do.
ANNA Ya, sir, if all that he saide soo,
He has no myght to rise and goo
But if his menne stele hym us froo
And bere away.
That were tille us and other moo
A foule fraye,
For thanne wolde thei saie, evere ilkone,
That he roose by hymselffe allone;
Therfore latte hym be kepte anone
With knyghtes hende
Unto thre daies be comen and gone
And broght till ende.
PILATUS In certayne, sirs, right wele ye saie,
For this ilke poynte nowe to purvaye
I schall ordayne if I may.
He schall not ryse,
Nor none schalle wynne hym thens away
On nokyns wise.
Sir knyghtis, that are in dedis dowty,
Chosen for chiffe of chevalrye,
As we ay in youre force affie
Bothe day and nyght,
Wendis and kepis Jesu body
With all youre myghte.
And for thyng that evere be maye
Kepis hym wele to the thirde day
And latis no man takis hym away
Oute of that stede;
For and thei do, suthly I saie,
Ye schall be dede.
I MILES Lordingis, we saie you for certayne,
We schall kepe hym with myghtis and mayne;
Ther schall no traitoures with no trayne
Stele hym us froo.
Sir knyghtis, takis gere that moste may gayne
And lates us goo.
II MILES Yis, certis, we are all redy bowne,
We schall hym kepe till oure rennowne.
On ilke a side latte us sitte doune
Nowe all in fere,
And sone we schall crake his croune
Whoso comes here.
Tunc Jhesu resurgente.
Tunc angelus cantat Resurgens.
I MARIA Allas, to dede I wolde be dight,
So woo in werke was nevere wight;
Mi sorowe is all for that sight
That I gune see,
Howe Criste my maistir, moste of myght,
Is dede fro me.
Allas, that I schulde se his pyne,
Or yit that I his liffe schulde tyne;
Of ilke a myscheve he is medicyne
And bote of all,
Helpe and halde to ilke a hyne
That hym on wolde call.
II MARIA Allas, who schall my balis bete
Whanne I thynke on his woundes wete?
Jesu, that was of love so swete
And nevere did ill,
Es dede and graven under the grete
Withouten skill.
III MARIA Withowten skill the Jewes ilkone
That lovely Lorde has newly slayne,
And trespasse did he nevere none
In nokyn steede.
To whome nowe schall I make my mone
Sen he is dede?
I MARIA Sen he is dede, my sisteres dere,
Wende we will on mylde manere
With oure anoynementis faire and clere
That we have broght
To noynte his wondis on sides sere
That Jewes hym wroght.
II MARIA Goo we same my sisteres free.
Full faire us longis his corse to see,
But I wotte noght howe beste may be,
Helpe have we none.
And who schall nowe here of us thre
Remove the stone?
III MARIA That do we noght but we wer moo,
For it is huge and hevy also.
I MARIA Sistirs, a yonge childe as we goo
Makand mornyng,
I see it sitte wher we wende to
In white clothyng.
II MARIA Sistirs, sertis, it is noght to hide:
The hevy stone is putte beside.
III MARIA Sertis, for thyng that may betyde
Nere will we wende,
To layte that luffely and with hym bide
That was oure frende.
ANGELUS Ye mournand women in youre thought,
Here in this place whome have ye sought?
I MARIA Jesu, that to dede is brought,
Oure Lorde so free.
ANGELUS Women, certayne here is he noght,
Come nere and see.
He is noght here, the soth to saie,
The place is voide that he in laye.
The sudary here se ye may
Was on hym laide.
He is resen and wente his way,
As he you saide.
Even as he saide so done has hee:
He is resen thurgh grete poostee.
He schall be foune in Galilé
In flesshe and fell.
To his discipilis nowe wende ye
And thus thame tell.
I MARIA Mi sisteres dere, sen it is soo
That he is resen dede thus froo
As the aungell tolde me and yow too,
Oure Lorde so fre,
Hens will I never goo
Or I hym see.
II MARIA Marie, us thare no lenger lende,
To Galilé nowe late us wende.
I MARIA Nought tille I see that faithfull frende,
Mi Lorde and leche;
Therfore all this, my sisteres hende,
That ye forth preche.
III MARIA As we have herde, so schall we saie,
Marie oure sistir, have goode daye.
I MARIA Nowe, verray God as he wele maye,
Man moste of myght,
He wisse you, sisteres, wele in youre waye
And rewle you right.
Allas, what schall nowe worthe on me?
Mi kaytiffe herte will breke in three
Whenne I thynke on that body free
How it was spilte.
Both feete and handes nayled tille a tre
Withouten gilte.
Withouten gilte the trewe was tane,
For trespas did he nevere none.
The woundes he suffered many one
Was for my misse.
It was my dede he was for slayne
And nothyng his.
How might I but I loved that swete,
That for my love tholed woundes wete
And sithen be graven undir the grete,
Such kyndnes kithe?
There is nothing to that we mete
May make me blithe.
I MILES What, oute allas! What schall I saie?
Where is the corse that herein laye?
II MILES What ayles thee, man? Is he awaye
That we schulde tent?
I MILES Rise uppe and see.
II MILES Harrowe! For ay,
I telle us schente.
III MILES What devill is this, what aylis you twoo,
Such noyse and crye thus for to make too?
II MILES Why, is he gone?
III MILES Allas, whare is he that here laye?
IV MILES Whe, harrowe! Devill, whare is he away?
III MILES What, is he thusgatis fro us wente,
That fals traitour that here was lente?
And we trewly here for to tente
Had undirtane.
Sekirlie, I telle us schente,
Holy ilkane.
I MILES Allas, what schall we do this day
That thus this warlowe is wente his waye?
And savely, sirs, I dare wele saie
He rose allone.
II MILES Witte Sir Pilate of this affraye,
We mon be slone.
III MILES Why, canne none of us no bettir rede?
IV MILES Ther is not ellis, but we be dede.
II MILES Whanne that he stered oute of this steede
None couthe it kenne.
I MILES Allas, harde happe was on my hede,
Amonge all menne.
Fro Sir Pilate witte of this dede,
That we were slepande whanne he yede,
He will forfette withouten drede
All that we have.
II MILES Us muste make lies, for that is nede
Oureselve to save.
III MILES Ya, that rede I wele, also motte I goo.
IV MILES And I assente therto alsoo.
II MILES An hundereth, schall I saie, and moo
Armed ilkone
Come and toke his corse us froo,
And us nere slayne.
I MILES Nay, certis, I halde there none so goode
As saie the soth even as it stoode:
Howe that he rose with mayne and mode
And wente his way.
To Sir Pilate if he be wode,
This dar I saie.
II MILES Why, dare thou to Sir Pilate goo
With thes tydingis and saie hym soo?
I MILES So rede I, if he us sloo
We dye but onys.
III MILES Nowe, he that wrought us all this woo,
Woo worthe his bonys.
IV MILES Go we thanne, sir knyghtis hende,
Sen that we schall to Sir Pilate wende;
I trowe that we schall parte no frendes
Or that we passe.
I MILES And I schall hym saie ilke worde tille ende,
Even as it was.
Sir Pilate, prince withouten pere,
Sir Cayphas and Anna in fere
And all ye lordyngis that are here
To neven by name,
God save you all, on sidis sere,
Fro synne and schame.
PILATUS Ye are welcome, oure knyghtis kene,
Of mekill mirthe nowe may ye mene;
Therfore some tales telle us betwene
Howe ye have wroght.
I MILES Oure wakyng, lorde, withouten wene,
Is worthed to noght.
CAYPHAS To noght? Allas, sesse of such sawe.
II MILES The prophete Jesu that ye wele knawe
Is resen and gone, for all oure awe,
With mayne and myght.
PILATUS Therfore the devill hymselffe thee drawe,
Fals recrayed knyght.
Combered cowardis I you call;
Have ye latten hym goo fro you all?
III MILES Sir, ther was none that did but small
When that he yede.
IV MILES We wer so ferde downe ganne we falle,
And dared for drede.
ANNA Hadde ye no strenghe hym to gaynestande?
Traitoures, ye myght have boune in bande
Bothe hym and thame that ye ther fande
And sessid thame sone.
I MILES That dede all erthely men levand
Myght noght have done.
II MILES We wer so radde ever ilkone
Whanne that he putte beside the stone,
We wer so stonyed we durste stirre none
And so abasshed.
PILATUS What, rose he by hymselfe allone?
I MILES Ya, sir, that be ye traste.
IV MILES We herde never sen we were borne,
Nor all oure faderes us beforne,
Suche melodie, mydday ne morne
As was made there.
CAYPHAS Allas, thanne is oure lawes lorne
For everemare.
II MILES What tyme he rose good tente I toke.
The erthe that tyme tremylled and quoke,
All kyndely force than me forsoke
Tille he was gone.
III MILES I was aferde, I durste not loke,
Ne myght had none,
I myght not stande, so was I starke.
PILATUS Sir Cayphas, ye are a connyng clerke;
If we amysse have tane oure merke,
I trowe same faile;
Therfore what schalle worthe nowe of this werke,
Sais your counsaille?
CAYPHAS To saie the beste forsothe I schall,
That schall be prophete to us all;
Yone knyghtis behoves there wordis agayne call
Howe he is miste.
We nolde for thyng that myght befall
That no man wiste.
ANNA Now, Sir Pilate, sen that it is soo
That he is resynne dede us froo,
Comaundis youre knyghtis to saie wher thei goo
That he was tane
With twenty thousand men and mo,
And thame nere slayne.
And therto of oure tresorie
Giffe to thame a rewarde forthy.
PILATUS Nowe of this purpose wele plesed am I,
And forther thus;
Sir knyghtis, that are in dedis dowty,
Takes tente to us,
And herkenes what that ye schall saie
To ilke a man both nyght and daye,
That ten thousand men in goode araye
Come you untill,
With forse of armys bare hym awaye
Agaynst your will.
Thus schall ye saie in ilke a lande,
And therto on that same comenaunde
A thousande pounde have in youre hande
To your rewarde;
And frenschippe, sirs, ye undirstande
Schall not be spared.
CAIPHAS Ilkone youre state we schall amende,
And loke ye saie as we you kende.
I MILES In what contré so ye us sende,
Be nyght or daye,
Wherso we come, wherso we wende,
So schall we saie.
PILATUS Ya, and whereso ye tarie in ilke contré,
Of oure doyng in no degré
Dois that no manne the wiser be,
Ne freyne beforne,
Ne of the sight that ye gonne see
Nevynnes it nowthere even ne morne.
For we schall mayntayne you alwaye,
And to the pepull schall we saie
It is gretely agaynste oure lay
To trowe such thing.
So schall thei deme, both nyght and day,
All is lesyng.
Thus schall the sothe be bought and solde,
And treasoune schall for trewthe be tolde.
Therfore ay in youre hartis ye holde
This counsaile clene,
And fares nowe wele, both yonge and olde,
Haly bedene.
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(see note); (t-note)
each rank
judge chief; country
known
ought
without delay oblige
quickly
cause to die
accordingly
a doubt
(i.e., come back upon him)
place
(i.e., without any dissent)
reason
Say
speak
burying
neither
seize; court session
did
was named
portent; mention
wondrous
forthwith
reveal; doubt
Both; (t-note)
missed
worthily to go
long
deception
just man; mean
cease; words
learned; (t-note)
ought
refuse
truth
rue
say (raise); matter anew
signs
(see note)
ways; lamenting
dark
stopped
(t-note)
moved ere then
Did
eclipse
sudden
season
sorcery
abashed
trust
veil was rent asunder; church
angry
If; told
no respect
truth
you are afraid
wondrous; tells; (see note)
speak of; matter; need
evening
harm
suspicion
Advise
quickly
Jewry
attend
mention; matter
steal; (t-note)
bear [him]
disturbance
let; anon
worthy
arrange; (t-note)
In no wise
deeds bold; (t-note)
always; trust
let
place (grave)
(t-note)
trickery
equipment; be helpful
bound (prepared)
for our reputation
(see note)
all together
Then Jesus being risen; (see note); (t-note)
Then the angel sings “[Christ] is arisen”
(see note)
[experienced by] a person; (t-note)
have seen
pain
suffer (the loss of)
(see note)
remedy
hold (support); person
(t-note)
sorrows lessen
buried; earth; (see note)
(i.e., anywhere)
(see note)
together; (t-note)
we desire; body
Making mourning
(see note)
for whatever
seek; loved one
(see note)
(see note)
risen; (t-note)
power
found
(i.e., physically present)
(t-note)
(t-note)
Ere
[need] there; stay; (t-note)
(see note)
healer
gracious
(see note)
(t-note)
direct
miserable (unhappy) heart
guilt
true one; taken
sins
deed; (t-note)
suffered
buried; earth
revealed
except that; meet
happy
body
attend
believe we are destroyed
ails
in this way
placed
watch
Entirely
(t-note)
warlock
certainly
[If] learns; (see note)
slain
advise
otherwise
stirred
could
sleeping; went [away]
advise; go (prosper)
more; (t-note)
each one
(i.e., supernatural power)
even if; angered
slay
once; (see note)
(i.e., Woe upon him)
Ere
(t-note)
(see note)
identify
tell
watching; doubt
Comes to naught
cease; words
awe (fear)
recreant
Encumbered (Miserable)
allowed
little
went forth
stupefied; fear
withstand
bound; bonds (ropes)
found
seized
terrified
astonished
may you trust; (t-note)
attention (heed)
quaked
natural strength
strength
stiff (with fear)
intelligent; (t-note)
taken; mark (aim)
[we] together
shall become
profitable
must; call back
would not
knows
risen
more
nearly slain
treasury
bold
harken
arms
agreement
(t-note)
we instructed you
Allow
ask
have seen
Speak
law
believe
lying
(see note)
Wholly indeed
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