[fol. 92r] PILATE 5 10 15 20 25 30 35 40 45 50 [fol. 92v] 55 60 65 70 75 80 85 90 TORTURER 1 95 [fol. 93r] 100 105 110 115 120 125 130 TORTURER 2 135 [fol. 93v] 141 145 150 155 160 TORTURER 3 165 170 175 180 TORTURER 1 185 TORTURER 2 TORTURER 1 191 TORTURER 3 195 COUNSELOR TORTURER 1 COUNSELOR 201 PILATE 204 COUNSELOR PILATE COUNSELOR PILATE COUNSELOR PILATE 211 215 [fol. 94v] 220 COUNSELOR 225 PILATE 230 COUNSELOR 236 239 PILATE COUNSELOR PILATE TORTURER 1 246 250 PILATE TORTURER 2 255 PILATE TORTURER 3 260 PILATE 265 TORTURER 1 PILATE 270 TORTURER 2 PILATE TORTURER 3 PILATE 275 TORTURER 1 279 PILATE TORTURER 1 TORTURER 2 TORTURER 3 286 PILATE TORTURER 1 290 TORTURER 2 TORTURER 3 294 TORTURER 2 TORTURER 1 TORTURER 2 PILATE 300 TORTURER 1 PILATE TORTURER 3 PILATE 305 TORTURER 2 PILATE TORTURER 1 PILATE TORTURER 1 PILATE 311 TORTURER 3 314 PILATE TORTURER 2 TORTURER 3 TORTURER 1 321 PILATE TORTURER 1 325 PILATE 328 TORTURER 2 PILATE TORTURER 3 PILATE TORTURER 1 335 PILATE TORTURER 1 340 TORTURER 2 PILATE TORTURER 2 TORTURER 3 346 TORTURER 2 TORTURER 3 350 PILATE TORTURER 3 356 TORTURER 1 PILATE 361 TORTURER 3 PILATE 366 TORTURER 3 PILATE TORTURER 3 371 PILATE TORTURER 1 PILATE 375 TORTURER 3 TORTURER 1 380 385 390 TORTURER 2 [fol. 97r] 395 400 405 410 415 TORTURER 3 420 425 PILATE 431 435

Pilate Torturer 1 Torturer 2 (Spill-pain) Torturer 3 Counselor Incipit processus talorum. 1 Cernite qui statis Quod mire sim probitatis. Hec cognoscatis: Vos cedam ni taceatis. Cuncti discatis Quasi sistam vir deitatis Et maiestatis; Michi fando ne noceatis, Hoc modo mando. Neve loquaces Sive dicaces, Poscite paces Dum fero fando. 2 Stynt, I say; gyf, men, place Quia sum dominus dominorum; He that agans me says, Rapietur lux oculorum. Therfor gyf ye me space, Ne tendam vim brachiorum, And then get ye no grace; Contestor iura polorum. Caveatis! Rewle I the Juré Maxime pure; Towne quoque rure, Me paveatis. Stemate regali, Kyng Atus gate me of Pila; Tramite legali Am I ordand to reyn apon Juda. Nomine vulgari Pownce Pilate, that may ye well say. Qui bene vult fari Shuld call me fownder of all lay. Judeorum Jura guberno. 3 Pleasse me and say so. Omnia firmo Sorte deorum. Myghty lord of all, Me Cesar magnificavit. Downe on knees ye fall! Greatt God me sanctificavit, Me to obey over all Regi reliquo quasi David. Hanged hy that he sall Hoc iussum qui reprobavit. I swere now: Bot ye youre hedys Bare in thies stedys, 4 Redy my swerde is Of thaym to shere now. Atrox armipotens, Most myghty callyd in ylk place, Vir quasi cunctipotens, I graunt men girth by my good grace. Tota refert huic gens That none is worthier in face Quin eciam bona mens Doith trowth and right bi my trew lays Silete In generali Sic speciali; Yit agane byd I: Jura tenete. Loke that no boy be to bustus, blast here for to blaw, Bot truly to my talkyng loke that ye be intendyng. If here be any boy that will not loutt till oure law, By myghty Mahowne hygh shall he hyng. South, north, eest, west, In all this warld in lengthe and brede, Is none so doughty as I, the best, Doughtely dyntand on mule and on stede. Therfor I say Loke that ye lowte to my lykance, For dowte of dynt in grevaunce; Dilygently ply to my plesance, As prynce most myghty me pay. And talke not a worde, For whoso styrres or any dyn makys, Deply in my daunger he rakys, That as soferan me not takys And as his awne lorde. He has myster of nyghtys rest that nappys not in noynyng. Boy, lay me downe softly and hap me well from cold; Loke that no laddys noy me, nawder with cryyng nor with cronyng, Nor in my sight ones greve me so bold. If ther be any boyes that make any cry Or els that will not obey me, He were better be hanged hy Then in my sight ones mefe me. War, war, for now com I, The most shrew in this cuntry. I have ron full fast in hy Hedir to this towne; To this towne now comen am I From the mownt of Calvery Ther Crist hang, and that full hy, I swere you bi my crowne. At Calvery when he hanged was I spuyd and spyt right in his face When that it shoyn as any glas, So semely to my sight; Bot yit for all that fayr thyng I loghe hym unto hethyng And rofe of his clethyng. To me it was full light. And when his clothes were of in fere, Lord, so we loghe and maide good chere, And crownyd that carle with a brere As he had bene a kyng. And yit I did full propurly: I clappyd his cors by and by; I thoght I did full curiously, In fayth, hym for to hyng. Bot to Mahowne I make avowe: Hedir have I broght his clethyng now To try the trowthe before you, Even this same nyght, Of me and of my felowse two With whom this garmente shall go. Bot Sir Pilate must go therto, I swere you by this light. For whosoever may get thise close He ther never rek where he gose, For he semys nothyng to lose If so be he theym were. Bot now, now, felose, stand on rowme, For he commes, shrewes, unto this towne, And we will all togeder rowne, So semely in oure gere. War, war, and make rowme, For I will with my felose rowne, And I shall knap hym on the crowne That standys in my gate. I will lepe and I will skyp As I were now out of my wytt, Almost my breke thay ar beshyt For drede I cam to late. Bot by Mahowne now am I here, The most shrew, that dar I swere, That ye shall fynde awwhere; Spyll-payn, in fayth, I hight. I was at Calvery this same day Where the kyng of Jues lay, And ther I taght hym a newe play; Truly me thoght it right. The play, in fayth, it was to rowne That he shuld lay his hede downe, And sone I bobyd hym on the crowne; That gam me thoght was good. When we had played with hym oure fyll, Then led we hym unto an hyll, And ther we wroght with hym oure will And hang hym on a rud. No more now of this talkyng, Bot the cause of my commyng: Both on ernest and on hethyng This cote I wold I had, For if I myght this cote gett Then wold I both skyp and lepe, And therto fast both drynke and ete, In fayth, as I were mad. War, war, within thise wones, For I com rynyng all at ones. I have brysten both my balok stones, So fast hyed I hedyr, And ther is nothyng me so lefe As murder a mycher and hang a thefe; If here be any that doth me grefe I shall them thresh togedir. For I may swere with mekill wyn, I am the most shrew in all myn kyn That is from this towne unto Lyn. Lo, here my felowse two. Now ar we thre commen in, A new gam for to begyn, This same cote for to twyn Or that we farther go. Bot to Syr Pilate, prynce, I red that we go hy, And present hym the playnt how that we ar stad; Bot this gowne that is here, I say you forthy, By myghty Mahowne I wold not he had. I assent to that sagh by myghty Mahowne Let us weynde to Sir Pilate withoutten any fabyll Bot syrs bi my lewté he gettys not this gowne Unto us thre it were right prophetabyll Spill-payn, what says thou? Youre sawes craftely assent I unto. Then will I streght furth in this place And speke with Sir Pilate wordys oone or two, For I am right semely and fare in the face, And now shall we se or we hence go. Sir, I say thee, by my lewtee, Where is Sir Pilate of pryce? Sir, I say thee, as myght I thé, He lygys here, in the dewyll servyce. With that prynce, fowll myght he fall, Must we have at do. I shall go to hym and call And loke what ye will say hym to. My lord, my lorde! What, boy, art thou nyse? Call nomore; thou has callid twyse. My lord. What mytyng is that that mevys me in my mynde? I, lord, youre counselloure, pight in youre saw. Say, ar ther any catyffys combred that ar unkynde? Nay lord, none that I knawe. Then noy us no more of this noyse. You carles unkynde, who bad you call me? By youre mad maters I hald you bot boyes, And that shall ye aby, els fowll myght befall me; I shall not dy in youre dett. Bewshere, I byd thee up thou take me, And in my sete softly loke that thou me sett. Now shall we wytt, and that in hy, If that saghe be trew that thou dyd say; If I fynde thee with lesyng, lad, thou shall aby For to mell in the maters that pertenyth agans the lay. Nay sir, not so: withoutten delay The cause of my callyng is of that boy bold, For it is saide sothely now this same day That he shuld dulfully be dede, Certayn, Then may youre cares be full cold If he thus sakles be slayn. Fare and softly, sir, and say not to far. Sett thee with sorow, then semys thou the les; And of the law that thou leggys be wytty and war Lest I greve thee greatly with dyntys expres. Fals fatur, in fayth, I shall flay thee! Thy reson unrad I red thee redres, Or els of thise maters loke thou nomore mell thee. Why shuld I not mell of those maters that I have you taght, Thoug ye be prynce peerles withoutt any pere? Were not my wyse wysdom, youre wyttys were in waght, And that is seen expresse and playnly right here, And done in dede. Why, boy, bot has thou sayde? Yee, lorde. Therfor the devyll thee spede, thou carle unkynde. Sich felowse myght well be on rowme; Ye knaw not the comon cowrs that longys to a kyng. Mahowne most myghtfull, he mensk you with mayn, Sir Pilate, pereles prynce of this prese, And save you, sir, syttand semely suffrayn. We have soght to thy sayll, no sayng to sesse Bot certyfie sone: Ye wote that ye demyd this day apon desse; We dowte not his doyng, for now is he done. Ye ar welcom, iwys; ye ar worthy nowar. Be it fon so of that fatur, in fayth, then am I fayn. We have markyd that mytyng; no more shall he mar. We prayed you, Sir Pilate, to put hym to payn, And we thoght it well wroght. Lefe syrs, let be youre laytt and loke that ye layn; 5 For nothyng that may be, nevyn ye it noght. Make myrth of that mytyng full mekyll we may, And have lykyng of oure lyfe for los of that lad, Bot Syr Pilate peerles, a poynt I thee pray: Hope ye with hethyng that harnes he had To hold that was hys? That appentys unto me, mafa! Art thou mad? I ment that no mytyng shuld mell hym of this. Mefe thee not, master, more if he mell, For thou shall parte from that pelfe; thar thou not pleyte. 6 Yit styrt not farer for noght that ye fell. 7 I aske this gowne of youre gyfte; it is not so greatt, And yit may it agayn you. How, all in fageyng; in fayth, I know of youre featte. For it fallys to us four, fyrst will I frayn you. And I myster to no maner of mans bot myn. 8 Yee, lord, let shere it in shredys.                                                    Now that hald I good skyll. Take thou this, and thou that, and this shall be thyn, And by lefe and by law this may leyfe styll. O lordyng, I weyn it is wrang! To tymely I toke it to take it thee untyll The farest and the fowllest thy felowse to fang. And thou art payed of thi parte, full truly I trowe. It is shame for to se I am shapyn bot a shrede. The hole of this harnes is holdyn to you, And I am leverd a lap is lyke to no lede, 9 Fortatyrd and torne. By myghty Mahowne that mylde is of mode, If he skap with this cote it were a great skorne. Now sen ye teyn so at this, take it to you, With all the mawgré of myn and myght of Mahowne. 10 Drede you not doutles, for so will we dow; Grefe you not greatly, ye gett not this gowne Bot in foure as it fallys. Had I a fawchon, then craftely to cutt it were I bowne. Lo, it here that thou callys. It is sharp with to shere, shere if thou may. Even in the mydward to marke were mastré to me. Most semely is in certan the seym to assay. I have soght all this syde and none can I se, Of greatt nor of small. Bewshers, abyd you, I byd you let be; I commaunde not to cutt it, bot hold it hole all. Now ar we bon, for ye bad withhald on youre hud. 11 Wé, harlottys, go hang you, for hole shall it be. Grefe you not greatly, he saide it for gud. Wyst I that he spake it in spytyng of me, Tytt shuld I spede for to spyll hym. That were hym loth, lord, by my lewté; Forthi grauntt hym youre grace.                                                    No grevans I will hym. Gramercy, thi gudnes.                                    Yee, bot greve me no more. Full dere beys it boght, in fayth, if ye do. Shall I then save it?                                Yee, so saide I or. To draw cutt is the lelyst and long cut, lo, This wede shall wyn. Sir, to youre sayng yit assent we unto. Bot oone assay: let se who shall begyn. Wé, me falles all the fyrst, and forther shall ye. Nay, drede you not doutles, for that do ye not. O, he sekys as he wold dyssave us, now we se. Bewshers, abyde you, heder have I broght Thre dyse us emang. That is a gam all the best, bi hym that me boght, For at the dysyng he dos us no wrang. And I am glad of that gam: on assay — who shall begyn? 12 Fyrst shall ye, and sen after we all. Have the dyse and have done, and lefe all youre dyn, For whoso has most, this frog shall he fall And best of the bonys. I assent to youre sayng; assay now I shall As I wold at a wap wyn all at ones. Aha, how now, here ar a hepe! Have mynde then emang you how many ther ar. Thryrteen ar on thre, thar ye not threpe. Then shall I wyn, or all men be war. Truly, lord, right so ye shall. Bot grefe you not greatly, the next shall be nar If I have hap to my hand — have here for all! And I have sene as greatt a freke of his forward falyd; 13 Here ar bot aght turnyd up at ones. Aght? A, his armes, that is yll. What so me alyd? 14 I was falsly begylyd with thise byched bones. Ther cursyd thay be! Well, I wote this wede bees won in thise wones; I wold be fayn of this frog, myght it fall unto me. It bees in waght, in fayth, and thou wyn. No, bot war you away. Here is baddyst above, by Mahownes bonys. Seven is bot the seconde, the sothe for to say. Wé, fy, that is shortt.                                    Do shott at thi hud. Now fallys me the fyrst, And I have hap to this gowne; go now on gud, The byched bones that ye be. I byd you go bett! Felowse, in forward here have I fefteen! As ye wote, I am worthi; won is this wede. What, whistyll ye in the wenyande? Where have ye beyn? Thou shall abak, bewshere; that blast I forbede. Here ar men us emang, Lele in oure lay, will ly for no leyd 15 And I wytnes at thaym if I wroght any wrang. Thou wroght no dyssaytt, forsothe, that we saw, Forthi thou art worthi, and won is this weyd at thyn awne wyll. Yee, bot me pays not that playng to puf nor to blaw. If he have right I ne rek or reson thertyll; I refe it hym noght. Have gud day, sir, and grefe you not yll, For if it were duble, full dere is it boght. Sir, sen thou has won this weyd, say, will thou vowchesafe Of thi great gudnes this garment on me? 16 Sir, I say you certan, this shall ye not have. Thou shall forthynk it in fayth. Fy, what, thou art fre? Unbychid, unbayn. For ye thrett me so throlé, were it sich thre, 17 Here I gif you this gud.                                        Now, gramercy agayn. Mekill thank and myn, and this shal be ment. 18 Bot I had not left it so lightly, had play me it lent. No, bot he is faythfull and fre, and that shall be ment, And more if I may: If he myster to me, amend hym I mon. I vowchesafe it be so, the sothe for to say. Now thise dyse that ar undughty, For los of this good, Here I forswere hertely, By Mahownes blood, For was I never so happy By mayn nor by mode To wyn with sich sotelty To my lyfys fode, As ye ken. Thise dysars and thise hullars, Thise cokkers and thise bollars And all purs-cuttars — Bese well war of thise men. Fy, fy, on thise dyse! The devill I theym take. Unwytty, unwyse, With thaym that wold lake. As Fortune assyse, Men wyll she make. Hir maners ar nyse: She can downe and uptake, And rych She turnes up-so-downe And under abone; Most chefe of renowne She castys in the dyche. By hir meanes she makys Dysers to sell As thay sytt and lakys Thare corne and thare catell; Then cry thay and crakkys, Bowne unto batell. His hyppys then bakys No symnell Forhote, Bot farewell, thryfte! Is ther none other skyfte Bot syfte, lady, syfte? Thise dysars thay dote. What commys of dysyng, I pray you hark after, Bot los of good in lakyng And oft-tymes mens slaghter? Thus sorow is at partyng, At metyng if ther be laghter; I red leyf sich vayn thyng And serve God herafter For hevens blys. That lord is most myghty And gentyllyst of Jury; We helde to hym holy. How thynk ye by this? Well worth you all thre, most doughty in dede. Of all the clerkys that I knaw most conyng ye be, By soteltes of youre sawes, youre lawes for to lede. I graunt you playn powere and frenship frelé, I say. Dew vows garde, monsenyours. 19 Mahowne, most myghty in castels and towres, He kepe you lordyngys and all youres, And havys all gud day. Explicit processus talorum. 20

(t-note) (t-note) (t-note) Cease Because I am the lord of lords The light of his eyes will be ripped out Lest I extend the strength of my arm I invoke the authority of the heavens as witness Beware Jewry Most absolutely Those of town and of country Be terrified of me By royal lineage begat; (see note) In a legal manner ordained My name in the vernacular [is]; (t-note) Whoever wishes to speak well; (t-note) laws I affirm all this By the oracle of the gods Caesar exalts me sanctifies me Like another King David Who has rejected this command (see note) cut them off Fierce and strong in battle; (t-note) An almost omnipotent man protection The entire nation declares to him And indeed, fine mind Be silent In general And in particular Keep the law too rude; (see note) look; listening submit hang; (see note) breadth valiant striking blows; horse submit; pleasure dread; blow Diligently attend please me stirs; noise danger; goes sovereign; takes own need; at noon cover; (see note) annoy once; grieve; boldly (t-note) once disturb Beware; (see note) villainous; country run; in haste Here Where head; (t-note) spewed; spit; (see note) shone beautiful yet; fair laughed; scorn tore off; clothing removed altogether laughed; made churl; briar full rightly struck his body again and again skillfully faith an oath Here; clothing truth companions (see note) these clothes; (see note); (t-note) care; goes wear fellows; aside villains converse attire; (see note) room fellows converse knock path breeches; beshitten villainous; dare anywhere (see note) taught (see note) whisper head soon I hit game fill cross in earnest; jest coat; would in this place running at once burst; testicles; (t-note) hurried I here dear robber; thief that cause me grief thrash much delight of all my kind King’s Lynn; (see note) fellows coming divide Before advise that we hurry complaint; delayed speech; [fol. 94r] go; lies by my faith Unless to us three; profitable words; agree pleasing before faith noble Sir Pilate thrive lies; devil’s service foul something to do examine foolish called twice puny fellow; disturbs placed at your command overburdened wretches annoy churls; bade; (see note) concerns; boys pay for; foul debt Fair sir seat; set; (t-note) know; haste speech lying; pay meddle; pertain; law dolefully innocent smaller; (see note) claim; wary distinct blows traitor impudent; advise; amend concern yourself speak; taught peril clearly finished speaking devil speed you at a distance custom; pertains; (see note) honor; might fair sovereign hall, not to cease talking verify soon dais; (see note) fear certainly; nowhere; (t-note) found; traitor; glad puny fellow; [fol. 95r] search; (see note) name sport; much pleasure scorn; apparel belongs; by my faith concern himself with; (see note) Anger; speak benefit craftiness; conduct Since; ask (t-note) tear hold (see note) life; remain think early; (see note) capture content with; believe decreed; shred whole; apparel belongs (see note) All tattered manner escape; coat since; rage; [fol. 95v] doubtless; do; (see note) Grieve; (t-note) (t-note) sword; ready; (t-note) middle; mastery try [to cut] the seam Fair sirs (see note) scoundrels good Know; to spite me Quickly; kill; (t-note) loath; loyalty Therefore grievance Thank you be it bought before most fair garment Only one attempt afterwards doubtless seeks; deceive here dice; among game dicing; wrong [fol. 96r] then stop; noise frock dice agree; try one throw; at once are Notice you need not quarrel; (see note); (t-note) beware nearer; (see note) luck eight; at once; (t-note) betrayed; damned dice; (see note) garment; in this place glad; frock is in peril; if you truly; (see note); (t-note) falls short hood; (see note) [a] chance at; good do well (see note); (t-note) in this place (see note) draw back, fair sir are; [fol. 96v] deceit, truly puff; (t-note) neither care nor argue rob good; grieve [worth] double; (see note) certainly repent Accursed; disobedient (t-note) thank you is of service; must truth these dice; worthless loss heartily lucky so fervently subtlety sustenance know dicers; libertines wranglers; drunkards thieves Be wary these dice play ordains; (see note) are wanton upside down above men of renown casts; ditch Dicers play Their grain and their cattle speak sharply Ready for battle (see note) simnel bread Piping hot prosperity trick; (see note) talk foolishly listen playing often; slaughter laughter I advise you [to] leave such vain things Jewry support him completely valiant cunning subtleties; words full; freely (t-note) (t-note)