_Symon._ To bad a marchawnt that traytour he is, And ffor that monye he may mornyng make; Alas! what cawsyth hym to selle the kyng of blys? ffor his fals wynnynge the devyl hym xal take. _Thomas._ ffor his ffals treson the fendys so blake Xal here his sowle depe down into helle pytt; Resste xal he non have, but evyr more wake, Brennyng in hoot fyre, in preson evyr shytt. _Thadeus._ I woundyr ryght sore who that he xuld be, Amonges us alle bretheryn, that xuld do this synne? Alas, he is lorn! ther may no grace be, In depe helle donjeon his sowle he doth pynne. _Jhesus._ In my dysche he etyht this treson xal begynne, Wo xal betydyn hym for his werke of dred; He may be ryght sory swyche ryches to wynne, Ad whysshe hymself unborn ffor that synful ded. _Judas._ The trewth wolde I knowe as leff as ȝe, And therfore, good ssere, the trewthe thou me telle; Whiche of us alle here that traytour may be, Am I that person that the now xal selle. _Jhesus._ So seyst thiselff, take hed att thi spelle, Thou askyst me now here if thou xalt do that treson; Remembyr thiself, avyse the ryght welle, Thou art of grett age, and wotysst what is reson. _Here Judas rysyth prevely and goth in the place and seyt_, _Judas._ Now cowntyrfeted I have a prevy treson, My masterys power for to felle, I, Judas, xal asay be some encheson, Onto the Jewys hym for to selle. Som mony for hym ȝet wold I telle, Be prevy menys I xal asay, Myn intent I xal fulfylle, No lenger I wole make delay. The princys of prestys now be present, Unto hem now my way I take, I wyl go tellyn hem myn entent, I trow ful mery I xal hem make. Mony I wyl non forsake, And thei profyr to my plesyng, For covetyse I wyl with hem wake, And onto my maystyr I xal hem bryng. Heyl prynsesse and prestys that ben present, New tydynges to ȝow I come to telle, ȝyf ȝe wole folwe myn intent, My mayster, Jhesu, I wole ȝow selle, Hese intent and purpose for to felle; ffor I wole no lenger folwyn his lawe;— Late sen what mony that I xal telle, And late Jhesu my maystyr ben hangyn and drawe. _Gamalyel._ Now welcome, Judas, oure owyn frende! Take hym in, serys, be the honde: We xal the bothe geve and lende, And in every qwarel by the stonde. _Rewfyn._ Judas, what xal we for thi mayster pay? Thi sylver is redy, and we acorde, The payment xal have no delay, But be leyde down here at a worde. _Judas._ Late the mony here down be layde, And I xal telle ȝow, as I kan; In old termys I have herd seyde, That mony makyth schapman. _Rewfyn._ Here is thretty platys of sylver bryth, Fast knyth withinne this glove; And we may have thi mayster this nyth, This xalt thou have, and alle oure love.