_2nd Torturer._ Yes for sooth, methinks I see Thereon written language three Hebrew and Latýn And Greek methinks written thereon, For it is hard for to expoun. _3rd Torturer._ Thou read, by Apollyon! _4th Torturer._ Yea, as I am a true knight. I am the best Latin wright Of this company; I will go withouten delay And tell you what it is to say. Behold, sirs, verily, Yonder is written--Jesus of Nazarene He is King of Jews, I ween. _1st Torturer._ Ah, that is written wrong. _2nd Torturer._ He calls himself so, but he is none. _3rd Torturer._ Go we to Pilate and make our moan, Have done, and dwell not long. [_They go to Pilate._ Pilate, yonder is a false table, Thereon is written naught but fable, Of Jews he is not king, He calls him so, but he not is, It is falsely written, I wis, This is a wrong-wise thing. _Pilate._ Boys, I say, what melle ye yon?[391] As it is written shall it be now, I say certain _Quod scriptum scripsi_,[392] That same wrote I, What gadlyng[393] grumbles there again. _4th Torturer._ Since that he is a man of law He must needs have his will; I trow he had not written that saw Without some proper skill. _1st Torturer._ Yea, let it hang above his head It shall not save him from the dead Naught that he can write. _2nd Torturer._ Now ill a hale[394] was he born! _3rd Torturer._ My faith, I tell his life is lorn He shall be slain as tyte.[395] If thou be Christ, as men thee call Come down now among us all And thole[396] not these missays.[397] _4th Torturer._ Yea, and help myself that we may see And we shall all believe in thee, Whatsoever thou says. _1st Torturer._ He calls himself good of might, But I would see him be so wight[398] To do such a deed. He raised Lazare out of his delf[399] But he cannot help himself Now in his great need. _Jesus._ Eli, Eli, lama sabacthani! My God, my God! wherefor and why Hast thou forsaken me? _2nd Torturer._ How, hear ye not as well as I How he can upon Eli cry Upon this wise? _3rd Torturer._ Yea, there is no Eli in this country Shall deliver him from this meneye[400] No, in no wise. _4th Torturer._ I warrant you now at the last That he shall soon yield the ghost For bursten is his gall. _Jesus._ Now is my passion brought to end, Father of heaven, into thy hende[401] I do commend my soul. _1st Torturer._ Let one prick him with a spear, And if it should do him no dere[402] Then is his life near past. _2nd Torturer._ This blind knight may best do that. _Longeus._ Gar me not do, save I wit what. _3rd Torturer._ Naught, but strike up fast. _Longeus._ Ah! Lord, what may this be? Once I was blind, now I can see; Gode's son, hear me, Jesu! For this trespass on me thou rue[403] For, Lord, other men me gart[404] That I thee struck unto the heart, I see thou hangest here on high, And dies to fulfil the prophecy.