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Play 28, Betrayal; Procession of Saints

  [Here Jhesus goth to Betany ward (toward Bethany), and his dyscipulys folwyng with sad contenawns (countenance), Jhesus seyng:
 



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Now, my dere frendys and bretheryn echon:
Remembyr the wordys that I shal sey.
The tyme is come that I must gon
For to fulfylle the prophesey

That is seyd of me — that I shal dey,
The fendys power fro yow to flem,
Weche deth I wole not deney,
Mannys sowle, my spouse, for to redem.

The oyle of mercy is grawntyd playn
Be this jorné that I shal take.
Be my Fadyr, I am sent, sertayn,
Betwyx God and man, an ende to make.

Man, for my brother, may I not forsake,
Nor shewe hym unkendenesse, be no wey.
In peynys for hym, my body schal schake,
And for love of man, man shal dey.
 
each one; (t-note)




said; die
fiend’s; from; to banish
Which; deny
Man’s soul; redeem; (t-note)

(see note)
By; journey
By; certainly
agreement


unkindness, by
pains
die

 
  [Here Jhesus and his discipulys go toward the Mount of Olyvet. And whan he comyth a lytyl ther besyde in a place lych (like) to a park, he byddyt his dyscipulys abyde hym ther and seyth to Petyr or he goth:
 



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Petyr, with thi felawys, here shalt thu abyde
And weche tyl I come ageyn.
I must make my prayere here yow besyde.
My flesch qwakyth sore, for fere and peyn.
PETRUS Lord, thi request doth me constreyn.
In this place I shal abyde stylle,
Not remeve tyl that thu comyst ageyn,
In confermyng, Lord, of thi wylle.
 
fellows
watch; again

fear; (see note)


move
In accordance

 
  [Here Jhesu goth to Olyvet and settyth hym down on his knes and prayth to his Fadyr, thus seyng:
 
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JHESUS O, Fadyr, Fadyr, for my sake
This gret Passyon, thu take fro me
Wech arn ordeyned that I shal take!
Yf mannys sowle savyd may be,
And yf it behove, Fadyr, for me
To save mannys sowle that shuld spylle,
I am redy in eche degré,
The uyl of thee for to fulfylle.
 

from
Which; ordained
man’s
behooves me
man’s; be ruined

will

 
  [Here Jhesus goth to his dyscipulis and fyndyth hem sclepyng (sleeping), Jhesus thus seyyng to Petyr:
 

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Petyr, Petyr, thu slepyst fast!
Awake thi felawys and sclepe no more!
Of my deth, ye are not agast?
Ye take your rest, and I peyn sore!
 

fellows
afraid
am in great pain

 
  [Here Cryst goth ageyn the second tyme to Olyvet and seyth knelyng:
 



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Fadyr in hevyn, I beseche thee:
Remeve my peynes be thi gret grace,
And lete me fro this deth fle,
As I ded nevyr no trespace!
The watyr and blood owth of my face
Dystyllyth for peynes that I shal take.
My flesche qwakyth in ferful case
As thow the joyntys asondre shuld schake!
 

remove; by; (t-note)
from
never did sin
out
Runs

though the joints asunder

 
  [Here Jhesus goth agen to his discipulis and fyndyth hem asclepe, Jhesus thus seyng, lattyng hem lyne letting: (see note)
 
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Fadyr, the thrydde tyme I come ageyn,
Fulleche myn erdon for to spede —
Delyvere me, Fadyr, fro this peyn
Weche is reducyd with ful gret drede!
Onto thi Sone, Fadyr, take hede!
Thu wotyst I dede nevyr dede but good.
It is not for me, this peyn I lede,
But for man, I swete bothe watyr and blode.
 
third
Fully my errand; complete
from
Which; recalled; (t-note)

know; did; deeds
suffer
sweat

 
  [Here an aungel descendyth to Jhesus and bryngyth to hym a chalys with an host therin. (see note)
 

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ANGELUS Heyl, bothe God and man, indede!
The Fadyr hath sent thee this present.
He bad that thu shuldyst not drede,
But fulfylle his intent
As the Parlement of Hefne hath ment,
That mannys sowle shal now redemyd be.
From hefne to herd, Lord, thu wore sent,
That dede appendyth onto thee.

This chalys ys thi blood; this bred is thi body
For mannys synne evyr offeryd shal be.
To the Fadyr of Heffne that is almythty,
Thi dyscipulis and all presthood shal offere fore thee.
 




Heaven; intended; (see note)
man’s; redeemed
earth; were
deed belongs; (see note)

chalice; bread; (see note); (t-note)
man’s

(see note)

 
  [Here the aungel ascendyth agen sodeynly.
 
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JHESUS Fadyr, thi wyl fulfyllyd shal be.
It is nowth to say agens the case:
I shal fulfylle the prophesye
And sofre deth for mannys trespace.
 

not to go against

suffer; man’s

 
  [Here goth Cryst ageyn to his dyscipulys and fyndyth hem sclepyng stylle.
 

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Awake, Petyr, thi rest is ful long!
Of sclep, thu wylt make no delay!
Judas is redy with pepyl strong
And doth his part, me to betray.
Ryse up, serys, I you pray!
Onclose youre eyne for my sake!
We shal walke into the way
And sen hem come that shul me take!

Petyr, whan thu seyst I am forsake
Amonge myn frendys and stond alone,
All the cher that thu kanst make
Geve to thi bretheryn everychone.
 

sleep
people

sirs
Open; eyes

see them; shall



comfort
everyone

 
  [Here Jhesus with his dyscipulis goth into the place, and ther shal come in a ten personys weyl beseen in white arneys (armor) and breganderys (battle gear) and some dysgysed in odyr garmentys with swerdys, gleyvys (lances), and other straunge wepone as cressettys (oil lanterns) with feyr and lanternys and torchis lyth. And Judas formest of (in front of them) al conveyng hem to Jhesus be contenawns (gesturing), Jhesus thus seyng: (see note); (t-note)
 



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JHESUS Serys, in your way, ye have gret hast
To seke hym that wyl not fle!
Of yow, I am ryth nowth agast.
Telle me, serys, whom seke ye?

LEYON Whom we seke here, I telle thee now,
A tretor is worthy to suffer deth!
We knowe he is here among yow —
His name is Jhesus of Nazareth.

JHESUS Serys, I am here that wyl not fle.
Do to me all that ye kan,
Forsothe, I telle yow, I am he,
Jhesus of Nazareth, that same man.
 
Sirs; haste; (t-note)
seek; flee
not at all afraid
sirs

seek
traitor





Truly


 
  [Here alle the Jewys falle sodeynly to the erde (earth) whan thei here Cryst speke. And qwan byd­dyth hem rysyn, thei rysyn agen, Cryst thus seyng:
 

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Aryse, serys! Whom seke ye? Fast have ye gon!
Is howth youre comyng hedyr for me?
I stond beforn yow here, echon,
That ye may me bothe knowe and se.

REWFYN Jhesus of Nazareth we seke,
And we myth hym here aspye.
JHESUS I told yow, now with wordys meke
Beforn you all, that it was I.

JUDAS Welcome, Jhesus, my mayster dere!
I have thee sowth in many a place!
I am ful glad I fynd thee here,
For I wyst nevyr wher thu wace.
 
sirs; (see note)
ought; hither
everyone
see

(t-note)
If; might; spot



master
sought
very
did not know where; were; (see note); (t-note)

 
  [Here Judas kyssyth Jhesus. And anoon (soon) all the Jewys come abowth hym and ley handys on hym and pullyn hym as thei were wode (crazy) and makyn on hym a gret cry all atonys (at once). And aftyr this, Petyr seyth:
 
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PETYR I drawe my swerd now, this sel!
Shal I smyte, mayster? Fayn wolde I wete!
 
right now
strike; gladly you know; (t-note)

 
  [And forthwith he smytyth of (off) Malcheus here (ear), and he cryeth “Help! Myn here! Myn here!” And Cryst blyssyth it, and tys hol.
 




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JHESUS Put thi swerd in the shede, fayr and wel,
For he that smyth with swerd, with swerd shal be smete.

A, Judas, this treson cowntyrfetyd has thu?
And that thu shalt ful sore repent!
Thu haddyst be bettyr a ben unborn now.
Thy body and sowle thu hast shent.

GAMALYEL Lo, Jhesus, thu mayst not the cace refuse!
Bothe treson and eresye in thee is fownde.
Stody now fast on thin excuse
Whylys that thu gost in cordys bownde.
Thu kallyst thee kyng of this werd rownde!
Now lete me se thi gret powere,
And save thiself here hool and sownde,
And brynge thee out of this dawngere!

LEYON Bryng forth this tretoure! Spare hym nowth!
Onto Cayphas, thi jewge, we shal thee lede.
In many a place we have thee sowth,
And to thi werkys, take good hede.

REWFYN Come on, Jhesus, and folwe me!
I am ful glad that I thee have!
Thu shalt ben hangyn upon a tre,
A melyon of gold shal thee not save!

LEYON Lete me leyn hand on hym in heye!
Onto his deth, I shal hym bryng!
Shewe forth thi wychecrafte and nygramansye!
What helpyth thee now, al thy fals werkyng?

JHESUS Frendys, take hede, ye don unryth!
So unkendely with cordys to bynd me here,
And thus to falle on me be nyth
As thow I were a thevys fere?
Many tyme beforn yow I dede apere
Withinne the temple, sen me ye have,
The lawys of God to teche and lere,
To hem that wele here sowlys save.

Why dede ye not me dysprave
And herd me preche, bothe lowd and lowe?
But now as woodmen, ye gynne to rave
And do thyng that ye notwth knowe.

GAMALYEL Serys, I charge yow, not o word more this nyth,
But onto Cayphas, in hast, loke ye hym lede!
Have hym forth with gret dyspyte
And to his wordys take ye non hede.
 
sword; sheath
smites; smitten

treason contrived

to have been; (t-note)
destroyed

case
treason; heresy
Consider
While; go; cords
call yourself; world
see
whole; sound
yourself; danger

traitor; not
judge; lead; (t-note)
sought
works




million; (t-note)

lay hands; in haste

black magic
actions

are doing ill
cruelly; cords
to attack; by night
though; a thief’s accomplice
did appear
seen; (t-note)
to teach and give counsel
them; their souls; (t-note)

did; disprove
soft
madmen; begin
not know; (t-note)

Sirs; one; night; (t-note)
haste; lead
insult; (t-note)
no heed

 
  [Here the Jewys lede Cryst outh of the place with gret cry and noyse, some drawyng Cryst forward and some bakwarde, and so ledyng forth with here (their) weponys alofte and lytys brennyng. And in the menetyme, Marye Madgalene shal rennyn (run) to our Lady and telle here of oure Lordys takyng, thus seyng: (see note)
 

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MARIA MAGDALENE O, inmaculate modyr of all women, most meke,
O, devowtest in holy medytacyon evyr abydyng,
The cawse, lady, that I to youre person seke
Is to wetyn yf ye heryn ony tydyng

Of youre swete sone and my reverent Lord Jhesu,
That was youre dayly solas, your gostly consolacyon.
MARIA I wold ye shuld telle me, Mawdelyn, and ye knew,
For to here of hym, it is all myn affeccyon.

MARIA MAGDALENE I wold fayn telle, lady, and I myth for wepyng!
Forsothe, lady, to the Jewys, he is solde!
With cordys thei have hym bownde and have hym in kepyng.
Thei hym betyn spetously and have hym fast in honde!
MARIA A! A! A! How myn hert is colde!
A hert hard as ston, how mayst thu lest
Whan these sorweful tydyngys are thee told!
So wold to God, hert, that thu mytyst brest!

A, Jhesu, Jhesu, Jhesu, Jhesu!
Why shuld ye sofere this trybulacyon and advercyté?
How may thei fynd in here hertys, yow to pursewe,
That nevyr trespacyd in no maner degré,
For nevyr thyng but that was good thowth ye.
Wherefore, than, shuld ye sofer this gret peyn?
I suppoce, veryly, it is for the tresspace of me,
And I wyst that myn hert shuld cleve on tweyn!

For these langowrys may I susteyn?
The swerd of sorwe hath so thyrlyd my meende!
Alas, what may I do? Alas, what may I seyn?
These prongys, myn herte asondyr thei do rende.

O Fadyr of Hefne, wher ben al thi behestys
That thu promysyst me whan a modyr thu me made?
Thi blyssyd sone I bare betwyx tweyn bestys,
And now the bryth colour of his face doth fade.

A, good Fadyr, why woldyst that thin owyn dere Sone shal sofre al this?
And ded he nevyr agens thi precept, but evyr was obedyent?
And to every creature most petyful, most jentyl, and benyng, iwys;
And now for all these kendnessys is now most shameful schent?1

Why wolt thu, gracyous Fadyr, that it shal be so?
Why man not ellys be savyd be non other kende?
Yet, Lord Fadyr, than, that shal comforte myn wo
Whan man is savyd be my chylde and browth to a good ende.

Now, dere sone, syn thu hast evyr be so ful of mercy
That wylt not spare thiself, for the love thu hast to man.
On all mankend, now have thu pety,
And also thynk on thi modyr, that hevy woman.
 
mother; meek

seek
know; have heard any news


solace; spiritual
if you
hear

gladly; if I may; (t-note)
Truthfully

beat cruelly; (t-note)
(see note)
heart; last

I wish to God; break



their hearts; pursue
in any way
thought
then
my sin
know; break in two

sorrows; endure; (see note); (t-note)
sword; pierced; mind
say
agonies; asunder; (see note)

Heaven; are; promises
mother; (t-note)
bore between two beasts; (see note)
bright


did; law

(t-note)

will
by some other way
then; (t-note)
brought

since you have

pity
grieving; (t-note)

 
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DOCTOR 1 O, thou altitude of al gostly ryches!
O, thu incomperhensibele of grete excyllence!
O, thu luminarye of pure lyghtnes,
Shete out thi bemys ontyl this audyens!

DOCTOR 2 O, Fily Altissimi, clepyd by eternalyté!
Hele this congregacyon with the salve of thi Passyon.
And we prey thee, Spiritus Paraclete,
With the fyre of thi love, to slake all detraccyon.

DOCTOR 1 To the pepyl not lernyd, I stonde as a techer
Of this processyon, to geve informacyon;
And to them that be lernyd, as a gostly precher
That in my rehersayl, they may have delectacyon.

DOCTOR 2 Welcome of the apostelys, the gloryous qwere!
Fyrst, Petyr, youre prynce and eke youre presydent.
And Andrewe, youre half-brother, togedyr in fere
That fyrst folwyd Cryst, be on assent.

DOCTOR 1 O, ye tweyn luminaryes, Jamys and Jhon,
Contynualy brennyng as bryght as the sonnbem,
With the chene of charyté, bothe knyt in on
And offeryd of youre modyr, to Cryst in Jherusalem.

DOCTOR 2 Welcome, Phelypp, that convertyd Samaryan
And convertyd the tresorere of the Qwene Candas
With Jamys, the Lesser, that apud Jherosolyman
Was mad fyrst patryarke by the ordenauns of Cephas.

DOCTOR 1 Heyl, Mathew, the apostel and also evangelyst
That was clepyd to the flok of gostly conversacyon
From thyrknes of concyens that ye were in fest2
With Berylmew that fled all carnall temptacyon.

DOCTOR 2 Heyl, Symeon Zelotes, thus be your name,
And Judas that bothe wel lovyd oure Lord.
Therefore, ye have bothe joye and game
Wher nevyr is stryff, but good acorde

DOCTOR 1 Heyl, Poul, grett doctour of the feyth
And vessel chosyn be trewe eleccyon!
Heyl, Thomas, of whom the Gospel seyth
In Crystys wounde was youre refeccyon.

DOCTOR 2 Heyl, Johan Baptyst, most soveryn creature
That evyr was born be naturall conseyvyng,
And hyest of prophetys, as wytnessyth scrypture.
Heyl, voys that in desert was allwey cryeng.
 
highest; spiritual; (t-note)
boundlessness

Shoot; unto

Son of the Most High; eternalness
Heal
Holy Paraclete
end all slander



spiritual
speaking; delight

to; choir
leader; (see note)
in company; (see note)
by one assent

two
burning; sunbeam; (see note)
chain; knit in one; (t-note)


who; (see note)
treasurer
at Jerusalem
made; order; (t-note)


called; spiritual life

Bartholomew; (see note)

(see note)

pleasure
strife

faith; (see note)
by

Christ’s; sustenance

(see note)
by; (see note)
highest
rejoicing; (t-note)