PILATE 5 10 15 20 [fol. 101v] 26 30 35 CAIAPHAS 40 CENTURION 46 50 55 60 65 70 75 [fol. 102r] PILATE CENTURION 81 PILATE 85 CENTURION CAIAPHAS CENTURION 91 PILATE 95 CENTURION 101 105 ANNAS CENTURION 111 CAIAPHAS CENTURION 115 120 PILATE 126 CAIAPHAS 131 CENTURION 135 PILATE 141 145 CAIAPHAS CENTURION 150 ANNAS PILATE 155 CAIAPHAS 160 165 170 175 ANNAS 180 185 PILATE 190 195 200 205 SOLDIER 1 210 SOLDIER 2 215 SOLDIER 1 SOLDIER 2 SOLDIER 3 SOLDIER 4 222 [fol. 103v] 225 JESUS 231 235 240 245 250 255 260 265 270 [fol. 104r] 275 280 285 290 295 300 305 310 315 320 325 330 [fol. 104v] 335 340 345 350 MARY MAGDALENE 355 360 MARY JACOBI 365 MARY SALOME 370 MARY MAGDALENE 376 380 MARY JACOBI 385 MARY SALOME MARY MAGDALENE 390 MARY JACOBI MARY SALOME 396 ANGEL 1 400 MARY MAGDALENE ANGEL 2 ANGEL 1 406 410 ANGEL 2 415 MARY MAGDALENE 420 MARY JACOBI MARY MAGDALENE 426 [fol. 105v] 430 435 440 445 SOLDIER 1 SOLDIER 2 450 SOLDIER 1 SOLDIER 2 SOLDIER 3 454 SOLDIER 2 SOLDIER 3 SOLDIER 2 SOLDIER 3 SOLDIER 4 460 SOLDIER 1 466 SOLDIER 2 470 SOLDIER 4 SOLDIER 2 SOLDIER 1 SOLDIER 4 476 SOLDIER 3 [fol. 106r] 480 SOLDIER 4 SOLDIER 1 SOLDIER 2 SOLDIER 3 486 SOLDIER 4 490 SOLDIER 1 496 SOLDIER 2 SOLDIER 3 500 SOLDIER 4 SOLDIER 1 506 510 PILATE 515 SOLDIER 1 CAIAPHAS SOLDIER 2 521 PILATE 525 SOLDIER 3 SOLDIER 4 530 SOLDIER 1 534 PILATE SOLDIER 2 540 PILATE 545 CAIAPHAS ANNAS 550 555 PILATE 560 565 570 SOLDIER 1 575 PILATE MARY MAGDALENE 581 585 JESUS MARY MAGDALENE 590 595 JESUS MARY MAGDALENE 601 JESUS MARY MAGDALENE 605 JESUS MARY MAGDALENE 610 JESUS 615 620 625 630 MARY MAGDALENE 635 [fol. 107v] 640 645 650 655

Pilate Caiaphas Centurion Annas Soldier 1 Soldier 2 Soldier 3 Soldier 4 Jesus Mary Magdalene Mary Jacobi Mary Salome Angel 1 Angel 2 Resurreccio domini. 1 Peasse, I warne you, woldys in wytt, And standys on syde or els go sytt, For here ar men that go not yitt And lordys of mekill myght; We thynk to abyde and not to flytt, I tell you, every wyght. Spare youre spech, ye brodels bold, And sesse youre cry till I have told What that my worship wold Here in thise wonys. Whoso that wyghtly nold, Full hy bese hanged his bonys. 2 Wote ye not that I am Pilate That satt apon the justyce late At Calvarie, where I was att This day at morne? I am he, that great state That lad has all to-torne. Now sen that lothly losell is thus ded I have great joy in my manhede; Therfor wold I in ilk sted It were tayn hede If any felowse felow his red Or more his law wold lede. For and I knew it, cruelly His lyfe bees lost and that shortly, That he were better hyng ful hy On galow tre. Therfor ye prelatys shuld aspy If any sich be. As I am man of myghtys most, If ther be any that blow sich bost With tormentys keyn bese he indost Forevermore; The devill to hell shall harry hys goost. Bot I say nomore. Sir, ye thar nothyng be dredand, For Centurio, I understand, Youre knyght, is left abydand Right ther behynde; We left hym ther for man most wyse, If any rybaldys wold oght ryse, To sesse theym to the next assyse And then for to make ende. Tunc veniet centurio velut miles equitans. 3 A, blyssyd Lord Adonay, What may this mervell sygnyfy That here was shewyd so openly Unto oure sight, When the rightwys man can dy That Jesus hight? Heven it shoke abone, Of shynyng blan both son and moyne, And dede men also rose up sone Outt of thare grafe, And stones in wall anone In sonder brast and clafe. Ther was seen many a full sodan sight; Oure prynces forsothe dyd nothyng right, And so I saide to theym on hight, As it is trew, That he was most of myght, The Son of God, Jesu. Fowlys in the ayer and fish in floode That day changid thare mode When that he was rent on rode, That Lord veray; Full well thay understode That he was slayn that day. Therfor, right as I meyn, To theym fast will I ryde To wyt withoutten weyn What they will say this tyde Of this enfray; I will no longer abyde Bot fast ride on my way. God save you, syrs, on every syde, Worship and welth in warld so wyde. Centurio, welcom this tyde, Oure comly knyght. God graunt you grace, well for to gyde, And rewll you right. Centurio, welcom, draw nerehand, Tell us som tythyngys here emang, For ye have gone thrughoutt oure land; Ye know ilk dele. Sir, I drede me ye have done wrang And wonder yll. Wonder yll? I pray thee why? Declare that to this company. So shall I, sir, full securly With all my mayn: The rightwys man, I meyn hym by That ye have slayn. Centurio, sese of sich saw! Ye ar a greatt man of oure law, And if we shuld any wytnes draw To us excuse, To mayntene us evermore ye aw, And noght refuse. To mayntene trowth is well worthy. I saide when I sagh hym dy That it was Godys Son almyghty That hang thore; So say I yit, and abydys therby Forevermore. Yee, sir, sich resons may ye rew! Thou shuld not neven sich notes new, Bot thou couth any tokyns trew Untill us tell. 4 Sich wonderfull case never ere ye knew As then befell. We pray thee, tell us of what thyng? Of elymentys, both old and ying, In thare manere maide greatt mowrnyng In ilka stede; Thay knew by contenaunce that thare kyng Was done to dede. The son for wo it waxed all wan, The moyn and starnes of shynyng blan, And erth it tremlyd as a man Began to speke; The stone that never was styrryd or than In sonder brast and breke, And dede men rose up bodely, both greatt and small. Centurio, bewar withall! Ye wote the clerkys the clyppys it call, Sich sodan sight, That son and moyne a seson shall Lak of thare light. Sir, and if that dede men ryse up bodely, That may be done thrugh socery. Therfor nothyng we sett therby That be thou bast. Sir, that I saw truly, That shall I evermore trast. Not for that ilk warke that ye dyd wyrke, Not oonly for the son wex myrke, Bot how the vayll rofe in the kyrke Fayn wyt I wold. A, sich tayles full sone wold make us yrke If thay were told. Harlot, wherto commys thou us emang With sich lesyngys us to fang? Weynd furth, hy myght thou hang, Vyle fatur. Weynd furth in the wenyande, And hold styll thy clattur. Sirs, sen ye set not by my saw, Haves now good day. God lene you grace to knaw The sothe allway. Withdraw thee fast, sen thou thee dredys, For we shall well mayntene oure dedys. Sich wonderfull resons as now he redys Were never beforne. To neven this note nomore us nedys, Nawder even nor morne, 5 Bot for to be war of more were That afterward myght do us dere. Therfor, sir, whils ye ar here Us all emang, Avyse you of thise sawes sere How thay will stand. For Jesus saide full openly Unto the men that yode hym by A thyng that grevys all Jury, And right so may: That he shuld ryse up bodely Within the thryde day. If it be so, as myght I spede, The latter dede is more to drede Then was the fyrst, if we take hede And tend therto. Avyse you, sir, for it is nede, The best to do. Sir, nevertheles if he saide so, He hase no myght to ryse and go, Bot his dyscypyls steyll his cors us fro 6 And bere away; That were till us and othere mo A fowll enfray. Then wold the pepyll say everilkon That he were rysen hymself alon; Therfor ordan to kepe that stone With knyghtys heynd To thise thre dayes be commen and gone And broght till ende. Now certys, sir, full well ye say, And for this ilk poynt to purvay I shall ordan, if that I may, He shall not ryse, Nor none shall wyn hym thens away Of no kyns wyse. 7 Sir knyghtys that ar of dedys dughty And chosen for chefe of chevalry, As I may me in you affy, By day and nyght Ye go and kepe Jesu body With all youre myght. And for thyng that be may, Kepe hym well unto the thryd day That no tratur steyll his cors you fray Out of that sted; For if thei do, truly I say, Ye shall be dede. Yis, Sir Pilate, in certan We shall hym kepe with all oure mayn; Ther shall no tratur with no trayn Steyll hym us fro. Sir knyghtys, take gere that best may gayn And let us go. Yis, certys, we ar all redy bowne; We shall hym kepe till youre renowne. On every syde lett us sytt downe, We all in fere, And I shall fownde to crak his crowne Whoso commys here. Who shuld be where? Fayn wold I wytt. Even on this syde wyll I sytt. And I shall fownde his feete to flytt. Wé, ther, shrew! Ther. Now, by Mahowne, fayn wold I wytt Who durst com here. This cors with treson for to take, For if it were the burnand drake, Of me styfly he gatt a strake; Have here my hand. To thise thre dayes be past, This cors I dar warand. Tunc cantabunt angeli “Christus resurgens” et postea dicet Jesus: 8 Erthly man that I have wroght, Wightly wake, and slepe thou noght. With bytter bayll I have thee boght To make thee fre; Into this dongeon depe I soght, And all for luf of thee. Behold how dere I wold thee by. My woundys ar weytt and all blody; The synfull man full dere boght I, With tray and teyn. Thou fyle thee noght eft forthy, Now art thou cleyn. Clene have I mayde thee, synfull man; With wo and wandreth I thee wan. From harte and syde the blood out ran, Sich was my pyne. Thou must me luf that thus gaf than My lyfe for thyne. Thou synfull man that by me gase, Tytt unto me thou turne thi face; Behold my body in ilka place How it was dight, All to-rent, And all to-shentt, Man, for thi plight. With cordes enewe and ropys toghe, The Jues fell my lymmes outdrogh, For that I was not mete enoghe Unto the bore; 9 With hard stowndys Thise depe woundys Tholyd I thefore. A crowne of thorne that is so kene Thay set apon my hede for tene; Two thefys hang thai me betwene All for dyspyte. This payn ilk dele Thou shall wyt wele May I thee wyte. Behald my shankes and my knees, Myn armes and my thees, Behold me well, looke what thou sees Bot sorow and pyne. Thus was I spylt, Man, for thi gylt And not for myne. And yit more understand thou shall: In stede of drynk thay gaf me gall; Asell thay menged it withall, The Jues fell; The payn I have, Tholyd I to save Mans saull from hell. Behold my body, how Jues it dang With knottys of whyppys and scorges strang, As stremes of well the bloode out sprang On every syde; Knottes where thay hyt, Well may thou wytt, Maide woundys wyde. And therfor thou shall understand, In body, hede, feete, and hand Four hundreth woundys and fyve thowsand Here may thou se, And therto seven, Were delt full even For luf of thee. Behold on me noght els is lefte, And or that thou were fro me refte, 10 All thise paynes wold I thole efte And for thee dy. Here may thou se That I luf thee, Man, faythfully. Sen I for luf, man, boght thee dere, As thou thiself the sothe sees here, I pray thee hartely with good chere Luf me agane, That it lyked me That I for thee Tholyd all this payn. If thou thy lyfe in syn have led, Mercy to ask be not adred; The leste drope I for thee bled Myght clens thee soyn, All the syn The warld within If thou had done. I was well wrother with Judas For that he wold not ask me no grace Then I was for his trespas That he me sold. I was redy To shew mercy; Aske none he wold. Lo, how I hold myn armes on brede Thee to save ay redy mayde. That I great luf ay to thee had Well may thou knaw; Som luf agane I wold full fayn Thou wold me shew. Bot luf, noght els, aske I of thee, And that thou fownde fast syn to fle; Pyne thee to lyf in charyté Both nyght and day, Then in my blys That never shall mys Thou shall dwell ay. For I am veray prynce of peasse, And synnes seyr I may releasse, And whoso will of synnes seasse And mercy cry, I grauntt theym here a measse In brede, myn awne body. That ilk veray brede of lyfe Becommys my fleshe in wordys fyfe; Whoso it resaves in syn or stryfe Bese dede forever, And whoso it takys in rightwys lyfe Dy shall he never. Alas, to dy with doyll am I dyght! In warld was never a wofuller wight. I drope, I dare, for seyng of sight That I can se; My Lord that mekill was of myght Is ded fro me. Alas, that I shuld se hys pyne Or that I shuld his lyfe tyne, For to ich sore he was medecyne And boytte of all, Help and hold to everilk hyne To hym wold call. Alas, how stand I on my feete When I thynk on his woundys wete? Jesus that was on luf so swete And never dyd yll Is dede and grafen under the grete, Withoutten skyll. Withoutten skyll thise Jues ilkon That lufly Lord thay have hym slone, And trespas dyd he never none, In no kyn sted. To whom shall we now make oure mone? Oure Lord is ded. Sen he is ded, my systers dere, Weynd we will with full good chere With oure anoyntmentys fare and clere That we have broght For to anoyntt his woundys sere That Jues hym wroght. Go we then, my systers fre, For sore me longis his cors to see. Bot I wote never how best may be; Help have we none, And which shall of us systers thre Remefe the stone? That do we not bot we were mo, For it is hogh and hevy also. Systers, we thar no farther go Ne make mowrnyng. I se two syt where we weynd to In whyte clothyng. Certys, the sothe is not to hyde; The gravestone is put besyde. Certys, for thyng that may betyde, Now will we weynde To late the luf and with hym byde That was oure freynde. Ye mowrnyng women in youre thoght, Here in this place whome have ye soght? Jesu that unto ded was broght, Oure Lord so fre. Certys, women, here is he noght. Com nere and se. He is not here, the sothe to say, The place is voyde therin he lay; The sudary here se ye may Was on hym layde. He is rysen and gone his way As he you sayde. Even as he saide so, done has he: He is rysen thrugh his pausté; He shal be fon in Galalé In fleshe and fell. To his dyscypyls now weynd ye And thus thaym tell. My systers fre, sen it is so That he is resyn the deth thus fro As saide till us thise angels two, Oure lord and leche, As ye have hard, where that ye go Loke that ye preche. As we have hard, so shall we say. Maré, oure syster, have good day. Now veray God, as he well may, Man most of myght, He wysh you, systers, well in youre way And rewle you right. Alas, what shall now worth on me? My catyf hart wyll breke in thre When that I thynk on that ilk bodye How it was spylt; Thrugh feete and handys nalyd was he Withoutten gylt. Withoutten gylt then was he tayn; That lufly lord thay have hym slayn, And tryspas dyd he never nane, Ne yit no mys. It was my gylt he was fortayn, And nothyng his. 11 How myght I, bot I lufyd that swete That for me suffred woundys wete Sythen to be grafen under the grete, Sich kyndnes kythe? Ther is nothyng till that we mete May make me blythe. Outt, alas, what shall I say? Where is the cors that here in lay? What alys thee, man? Is he away That we shuld tent? Ryse up and se!                            Harrow! Thefe! For ay I cownte us shent. 12 What devyll alys you two Sich nose and cry thus for to may? For he is gone.                            Alas, wha? He that here lay. Harrow, devill! Howswa Gat he away? What, is he thus-gatys from us went, The fals tratur that here was lentt That we truly to tent Had undertane? Certanly, I tell us shent Holly ilkane. Alas, what shall I do this day Sen this tratur is won away? And safely, syrs, I dar well say He rose alon. Wytt Sir Pilate of this enfray, We mon be slone. Wote ye well he rose in dede? I sagh myself when that he yede. When that he styrryd out of the stede, None couth it ken. Alas, hard hap was on my hede Emang all men. Ye, bot wyt Syr Pilate of this dede, That we were slepand when he yede, We mon forfett withoutten drede All that we have. We must make lees, for that is nede Oureself to save. That red I well, so myght I go. And I assent therto also. A thowsand shall I say and mo, Well armed ilkon, Com and toke his cors us fro, Had us nere slone. Nay, certys, I hold ther none so good As say the sothe right as it stude, How that he rose with mayn and mode And went his way; To Sir Pilate, if he be wode, Thus dar I say. Why, and dar thou to Sir Pilate go With thise tythyngys and tell hym so? So red I that we do also; We dy bot oones. Now he that wroght us all this wo, Wo worth his bones! Go we sam, sir knyghtys heynd, Sen we shall to Sir Pilate weynd. I trow that we shall parte no freynd Or that we pas. 13 Now and I shall tell ilka word till ende, Right as it was. Sir Pilate, prynce withoutten peyr, Sir Cayphas and Anna both in fere, And all the lordys aboute you there To neven by name, Mahowne you save on sydys sere Fro syn and shame. Ye ar welcom, oure knyghtys so keyn; A mekill myrth now may we meyn. Bot tell us som talkyng us betwene 14 How ye have wroght. Oure wakyng, lord, withoutten wene Is worth to noght. 15 To noght? Alas, seasse of sich saw. The prophete Jesu that ye well knaw Is rysen, and went fro us on raw With mayn and myght. Therfor the devill thee all to-draw, Vyle recrayd knyght. What, combred cowardys I you call. Lett ye hym pas fro you all? Sir, ther was none that durst do bot small When that he yede. We were so ferde we can downe fall And qwoke for drede. We were so rad, everilkon, When that he put besyde the stone, We quoke for ferd and durst styr none, And sore we were abast. Whi, bot rose he bi hymself alone? Ye, lord, that be ye trast. We hard never, on evyn ne morne, Nor yit oure faders us beforne, Sich melody, mydday ne morne, As was maide thore. Alas, then ar oure lawes forlorne Forevermore. A, devill, what shall now worth of this? This warld farys with quantys. I pray you, Cayphas, ye us wys Of this enfray. Sir, and I couth oght by my clergys, Fayn wold I say. To say the best, forsothe, I shall; It shalbe profett for us all: Yond knyghtys behovys thare wordys agane-call How he is myst. 16 We wold not for thyng that myght befall That no man wyst. And therfor of youre curtessie Gyf theym a rewarde forthy. Of this counsell well paide am I; It shalbe thus. Sir knyghtys that ar of dedys doghty, Take tent till us. Herkyns now how ye shall say Whereso ye go by nyght or day: Ten thowsand men of good aray Cam you untill And thefyshly toke his cors you fray Agans youre will. Loke ye say thus in every land, And therto, on this covande, Ten thowsand pounds have in youre hande To youre rewarde, And my frenship, I understande, Shall not be sparde. Bot loke ye say as we have kende. Yis, sir, as Mahowne me mende, In ilk contree whereso we lende By nyght or day, Whereso we go, whereso we weynd, Thus shall we say. The blyssyng of Mahowne be with you nyght and day. Say me, garthynere, I thee pray, If thou bare oght my Lord away. Tell me the sothe, say me not nay, Where that he lyys, And I shall remeve hym if I may On any kyn wyse. Woman, why wepys thou? Be styll. Whome sekys thou? Say me thy wyll And nyk me not with nay. For my Lord I lyke full yll The stede thou bare his body tyll Tell me, I thee pray, And I shall if I may His body bere with me; Unto myn endyng day The better shuld I be. Woman, woman, turne thi thoght. Wyt thou well I hyd hym noght Then bare hym nawre with me. Go seke, loke if thou fynde hym oght. In fayth, I have hym soght, Bot nawre he will fond be. Why, what was he to thee, In sothfastnes to say? A, he was to me — No longer dwell I may. Mary, thou sekys thy God, and that am I. Rabony, my Lord so dere! Now am I hole that thou art here. Suffer me to negh thee nere And kys thi feete; Myght I do so, so well me were, For thou art swete. Nay, Mary, neghe thou not me, For to my Fader, tell I thee, Yit stevynd I noght. Tell my brethere I shall be Before theym all in Trynyté Whose will that I have wroght. To peasse now ar thay boght That prysond were in pyne, Wherfor thou thank in thoght God, thi Lord and myne. Mary, thou shall weynde me fro: Myn erand shall thou grathly go; In no fowndyng thou fall. To my dyscypyls say thou so, That wilsom ar and lappyd in wo, That I thaym socoure shall. By name Peter thou call, And say that I shall be Before hym and theym all Myself in Galylé. Lord, I shall make my vyage To tell theym hastely; Fro thay here that message Thay will be all mery. This Lord was slayn, alas forthy, Falsly spylt, no man wyst why, Whore he dyd mys; Bot with hym spake I bodely Forthi commen is my blys Mi blys is commen, my care is gone, That lufly have I mett alone; I am as blyth in bloode and bone As ever was wight. Now is he resyn that ere was slone, Mi hart is light. I am as light as leyfe on tre For joyfull sight that I can se, For well I wote that it was he, My Lord Jesu. He that betrayde that fre, Sore may he rew. To Galylé now will I fare And his dyscyples cach from care. I wote that thay will mowrne no mare; Commyn is thare blys. That worthi childe that Mary bare, He amende youre mys. Explicit resurreccio domini. 17

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(see note) clean misery; distress; won heart and side Such; suffering love; gave goes Quickly this place treated torn destroyed enough; tough fierce attacks Suffered sharp affliction thieves; (see note) each deal know well teach legs thighs suffering guilt Vinegar; mixed cruel Suffered soul beat scourges cruel from a well know head (t-note) see (t-note) dealt love suffer again love Since truth; (see note) heartily Love pleased (see note) afraid least drop cleanse you quickly world more angry would ready out wide; (see note) ready made always know gladly But love nothing else hasten quickly; flee Suffer bliss always true manifold cease portion bread each true; (see note); (t-note) five receives Are dead forever righteous Die misery; put; (see note) more woeful creature cower; tremble; (see note) much suffering lose each sore remedy support every servant [that] wet; (see note) love did ill buried; ground reason each one lovely; slain Nowhere lament Since Go ointments fair diverse gave [fol. 105r] corpse know Remove more huge; heavy need Nor go (see note) aside whatever may happen seek the loved one (see note) near truly empty grave cloth; (see note) power found in Galilee flesh and body disciples them risen from death healer heard preach Mary true guide rule become of me wretched heart same body destroyed nailed guilt taken lovely trespass; none Nor yet no misdeed taken away loved (see note) Then; buried; ground Make such kindness known happy body ails; (t-note) watch over Forever count; ruined devil; ails; (t-note) make who How Got has he thus gone (see note) watch over undertaken ruined Wholly each one Since; traitor has gotten alone disturbance; (see note) must be slain death saw; went; (see note) place could it know bad luck Among sleeping forfeit lies; necessary advise (t-note) each one corpse from us slain stood fervently mad dare tidings advise together; valiant Before each peer company mention various much joy; convey without a doubt; (t-note) cease us together strength pull apart cowardly miserable (see note) afraid trembled afraid, each and every one; [fol. 106v] aside dared stir not frightened assured heard; evening or morning Such melody, midday nor morning made there destroyed become uses trickery guide; (see note) disturbance if I knew; learning Gladly profit missing knows courtesy pleased valiant Pay attention to us Listen attire; (t-note) Came to you thievishly; body from you Against covenant (t-note) spared commanded each; arrive journey (see note) gardener; [fol. 107r]; (see note) carried truth lies remove In some manner deny Because of my Lord I am very sad place; bore (see note) nowhere at all nowhere; found truth (see note) Master; (see note) whole approach kiss (see note) ascended brothers (see note) imprisoned; punishment from quickly temptation bewildered; wrapped in woe (see note) Galilee voyage (see note) therefore; (t-note) Falsely Where bodily (see note) lovely one joyous any creature risen; before; slain heart leaf on tree know noble one regret catch mourn no more their bliss lack