_Cayphas._ What seyst now, Jhesus? whi answeryst not? Heryst not what is seyd aȝens the? Spek man, spek! spek, thou fop! Hast thou scorn to speke to me? Heryst not in how many thynges thei the acuse? Now I charge the and conjure, be the sonne and the mone, That thou telle us and thou be Goddys sone! _Jhesus._ Goddys sone I am, I sey not nay to the! And that ȝe alle xal se domys-day, Whan the sone xal come in gret powere and magesté, And deme the qweke and dede, as I the say. _Cayphas._ A! out! out! allas! what is this? Heryth ȝe not how he blasfemyth God? What nedyth us to have more wytness? Here ȝe han herd alle his owyn word! Thynk ȝe not he is worthy to dey? _Et clamabant omnes. “ȝys! ȝys! ȝys! alle we seye he is worthy to dey, ȝa! ȝa! ȝa!”_ _Annas._ Takyth hym to ȝow and betyth hym som del, ffor hese blasfemyng at this sel. _Here thei xal bete Jhesus about the hed and the body, and spyttyn in his face, and pullyn hym down, and settyn hym on a stol, and castyn a cloth ovyr his face; and the fyrst xal seyn_, _Primus Judæus._ A! felawys, beware what ȝe do to this man, ffor he prophecye weyl kan. _Secundus Judæus._ That xal be asayd be this batte, What thou, Jhesus? ho ȝaff the that? _Et percuciet super caput._ _Tertius Judæus._ Whar? whar? now wole I Wetyn how he can prophecy. Ho was that? _Quartus Judæus._ A! and now wole I a newe game begynne, That we mon pley at alle that am hereinne; Whele and pylle! whele and pylle! Comyth to halle ho so wylle. Ho was that? _Here xal the woman come to Jewys and seyn_, _Prima ancilla._ What, serys, how take ȝe on with this man? Se ȝe not on of hese dysciplys how he beheldyth ȝou than. _Here xal the tother woman seyn to Peter_, _Secunda ancilla._ A! good man me semyth be the, That thou on of hese dysciplys xulde be. _Petrus._ A! woman, I sey nevyr er this man, Syn that this werd fyrst began. _Et cantabit gallus._ _Prima ancilla._ What? thou mayst not sey nay, thou art on of hese men, Be thi face wel we may the ken. _Petrus._ Woman, thou seyst amys of me; I know hym not; so mote I the. _Primus Judæus._ A! fela myn, wel met, For my cosynys ere thou of smet; Whan we thi mayster in the ȝerd toke, Than alle thi ffelawys hym forsoke; And now thou mayst not hym forsake, For thou art of Galylé, I undyrtake. _Petrus._ Sere, I knowe hym not, be hym that made me! And ȝe wole me beleve ffor an oth, I take record of alle this compayné, That I sey to ȝow is soth. _Et cantabit gallus. And than Jhesus xal lokyn on Petyr, and Petyr xal wepyn, and than he xal gon out and seyn_,