In the xx.ᵗⁱ pagent alle the develys of helle, They gadere a parlement, as ȝe xal se, They have grete doute the trewth to telle, Of Cryst Jhesu whath he xulde be. They sende Sathan, that ffynde so ffelle, Cryst for to tempte in fele degré: We xal ȝow shewe, if ȝe wyl dwelle, How Cryst was temptyd in synnys thre Of the deyvl Sathane; And how Cryst answeryd onto alle, And made the ffende awey to falle, As we best may this shewe we xalle, Thorwe grace of God and man. _Primus vexillator._ The xxj.ᵗⁱ pagent of a woman xal be, The whiche was take in adultrye; The Pharysewys ffalsed ther ȝe xal se, Cryst to convycte how they were slye. They conseyvyd this sotylté, Yf Cryst this woman dede dampne trewly, Ageyn his prechyng than dede he, Whiche was of peté and of mercy; And yf he dede here save, Than were he aȝens Moyses lawe, That byddyth with stonys she xulde be slawe, Thus they thowth undyr ther awe Cryst Jhesu ffor to have. _Secundus vexillator._ The grettest meracle that evyr Jhesus In erthe wrouth beforn his passyon, In xxij.ᵗⁱ pagent we purpose us To shewe in dede the declaracion. That pagent xal be of Lazarus, In whos place and habytacion Cryst was logyd, the Gospel seyth thus, And ofte tymes toke ther consolacion. But ȝyt Lazarus, as I ȝow say, Was iiij. days ded and beryed in clay, ffrom deth to lyve the iiij.ᵗᵉ day, Cryst reysed hym ffrom that pyt. _Tertius vexillator._ In the xxiij.ᵗⁱ pagent, Palme Sunday, In pley we purpose ffor to shewe, How chylderyn of Ebrew with ffloures ful gay, The wey that Cryst went thei gun to strewe. _Primus vexillator._ In the xxiiij.ᵗⁱ pagent, as that we may, Cryst and his apostelys alle on rewe, The mawnde of God ther xal they play, And sone declare it with wordys ffewe. And than Judas that fals traytour, ffor xxx.ᵗⁱ platys of werdly tresour, Xal betray oure Savyour To the Jewys certan. _Secundus vexillator._ ffor grevous peyn, this is no les, In the xxv.ᵗⁱ pagent, Cryst xal pray To the fadyr of hevyn that peyn for to ses, His shamful deth to put away. Judas that traytour, befor gret pres, Xal kys his mouthe and hym betray, Alle his dyscyples than do dyscres, And forsake Cryst, the sothe to say, ffor doute thei do hem hede. Hese dyscyplys alle everychone Do renne awey and leve hym alone, They lete hym stondyn amonge his ffon, And ronne away ffor drede. _Tertius vexillator._