A! weel away! weel away! fals hert, why wylt thou not brest, Syn thi maystyr so cowardly thou hast forsake? Alas! qwher xal I now on erthe rest, Tyl he of his mercy to grace wole me take? I have forsake my mayster and my lord Jhesu Thre tymes, as he tolde me that I xuld do the same; Wherfore I may not have sorwe anow, I synful creature am so meche to blame. Whan I herd the cok crowyn, he kest on me a loke, As who seyth, “bethynke the what I seyd before?” Alas, the tyme that I evyr hym forsoke! And so wyl I thynkyn from hens evyrmore. _Cayphas._ Massangere! Massangere! _Massangere._ Here, lord, here! _Cayphas._ Massanger, to Pylat in hast thou xalt gon, And sey hym we comawnde us in word and in dede; And prey hym that he be at the mot-halle anoon, ffor we han gret matere that he must nedes spede. In hast now go thi way, And loke thou tery nowth. _Massanger._ It xal be do, lord, be this day, I am as whyt as thought. _Here Pylat syttyth in his skaffald, and the massanger knelyth to hym, thus seyng_, Al heyl! sere Pylat, that semly is to se! Prynce of al this Juré, and kepere of the lawe! My lord busshop Cayphas comawndyd hym to the, And prayd the to be at the mot-halle by the day dawe. _Pylat._ Go thi way, praty masanger, and comawnde me also; I xal be there in hast, and so thou mayst say: Be the oure of prime I xal comyn hem to, I tery no lenger, no make no delay. _Here the massanger comit aȝen and bryngit an answere, thus seyng_, _Massanger._ Al heyl! myn lordys, and buschoppys, and princys of the lawe! Ser Pylat comawndyth hym to ȝou, and bad me to ȝou say, He wole be at the mot-halle in hast sone after the day dawe, He wold ȝe xuld be ther be prime withouth lenger delay. _Cayphas._ Now weyl mote thou fare, my good page; Take thou this for thi massage. _Here enteryth Judas onto the Juwys thus seyng_, _Judas._ I Judas have synnyd and treson have don, ffor I have betrayd this rythful blood; Here is ȝour mony aȝen, alle and some, ffor sorwe and thowth I am wax wood. _Annas._ What is that to us? avyse the now, Thou dedyst with us covnawnt make; Thou seldyst hym us as hors or kow, Therfore thin owyn dedys thou must take! _Than Judas castyth down the mony, and goth and hangyth hymself._ _Cayphas._ Now, serys, the nyth is passyd, the day is come; It were tyme this man had his jewgement; And Pylat abydyth in the mot-halle alone, Tyl we xuld this man present; And therfore go we now forth with hym in hast. _Primus Judæus._ It xal be don and that in short spas. _Secundus Judæus._ ȝa! but loke yf he be bownd ryth wel and fast. _Tertius Judæus._ He is saff anow! go we ryth a good pas! _Here thei ledyn Jhesu abowt the place tyl thei come to the halle._