Than in the xxvj.ᵗⁱ pagent, To Cayphas Cryst xal be brouth, Tho Jewys fful redy ther xul be bent, Cryst to acuse with worde and thouth. Seynt Petyr doth folwe with good intent, To se with Cryst what xuld be wrouth; ffor Crystes dyscyple whan he is hent, Thryes he doth swere he knew hym nowth,— A kok xal crowe and crye; Than doth Petyr gret sorwe make, ffor he his lord thus dede forsake, But God to grace hym sone doth take, Whan he doth aske mercye. _Primus vexillator._ In the xxvij. pagent, sere Pylat Is sett in sete as hy justyce; Whan he is set in his astat, Thre thevys be brout of synful gyse, And Cryst that lovyd nevyr stryff nor bat, But trewthe and goodnesse on every wyse, As for a thef with ryth gret hat, Is browth to stondyn at that same syse. And than, as I ȝow say, The wyff of Pylat goth to rest, Coveryd with clothis al of the best, Than ffor to slepe she is ful prest, Alle this we thenke to play. _Secundus vexillator._ In the xxviij. pagent xal Judas, That was to Cryst a ffals traytour, With wepyng sore evyr crye, alas, That evyr he solde oure Savyour. He xal be sory ffor his trespas, And brynge aȝen alle his tresour, Alle xxx. pens to sere Cayphas, He xal them brynge with gret dolowre, ffor the whiche Cryst was bowth. ffor gret whanhope, as ȝe xal se, He hangyth hymself upon a tre, ffor he noth trostyth in Godys peté, To helle his sowle is browth. _Tertius vexillator._ In the xxix. pagent, to Pylatus wyff In slepe aperyth the devyl of helle, ffor to savyn Crystes lyff, The devyl here temptyth, as I ȝow telle. Sche sendyth to Pylat anon ful ryff, And prayth that Cryst he xuld not qwelle; Than Pylat is besy and ryth blyff, Cryst for to savyn he ȝevyth councelle, ffor he dede nevyr trespas. The Jewys do crye fast ffor to kylle, The rythful man thei aske to spylle, A thef thei save with herty wylle, That callyd is Barrabas. _Primus vexillator._ In the xxx. pagent thei bete out Crystes blood, And nayle hym al nakyd upon a rode tre, Betwen ij. thevys, i-wys they were to wood, They hyng Cryst Jhesu, gret shame it is to se. Vij. wurdys Cryst spekyth hangyng upon the rode, The weche ȝe xal here alle tho that wyl ther be, Than doth he dye ffor oure allether good; His modyr doth se that syth, gret mornyng makyth she, ffor sorwe she gynnyth to swowne. Seynt John evyn ther as I ȝow plythe, Doth chere oure lady with al his mythe, And to the temple anon forth rythe, He ledyth here in that stownde. _Secundus vexillator._