_Jhesus._ On me poer thou hast ryth non, But that my fadyr hath grawntyd beforn; I cam my faderys wyl to fullefylle, That mankynd xuld not spylle. He that hath betrayd me to the at this tyme, His trespas is more than is thine. _Primus doctor._ ȝe prynces and maysteres, takyth hed and se How Pylat in this matere is favorabyl; And thus oure lawys dystroyd myth be, And to us alle unrecurabyl! _Here Pylat letyth Jhesus alone and goth into the Jewys, and seyth_, Seres, what wole ȝe now with Jhesu do? I can fynde in hym but good! It is my cownce ȝe lete hym go, — It is rewthe to spylle his blood! _Cayphas._ Pylat, me thynkyth thou dost gret wrong, Aȝens oure lawe thus to fortefye; And the pepyl here is so strong, Bryngyng the lawful testymonye. _Annas._ ȝa! and thou lete Jhesu fro us pace, This we welyn upholdyn alle; Thou xalt answere for his trespas, And tretour to the emperour we xal the kalle. _Pylat._ Now than, syn ȝe wolne non other weye, But in al wyse that Jhesus must deye, Artyse, bryng me watyr, I prey the, And what I wole do, ȝe xal se. _Hic unus afferet aquam._ As I wasche with watyr my handys clene, So gyltles of hese deth I must ben. _Primus doctor._ The blod of hym mut ben on us, And on oure chyldyr aftyr us! _Et clamabunt “ȝa! ȝa! ȝa!”_ _Than Pylat goth aȝen to Jhesu, and bryngit hym, thus seyng_, Lo! seres, I bryng hym here to ȝour presens, That ȝe may knowe I fynde in hym non offens. _Secundus doctor._ Delyvere hym! delyvere hym! and let us go, On the crosse that he were do! _Pilat._ Seres, wolde ȝe ȝour kyng I xulde on the cros don? _Tertius doctor._ Sere, we seyn that we have no kyng but the emperour alon. _Pilat._ Seres, syn al gatys it must be so, We must syt and our office do; Brynge forth to the barre that arn to be dempt, And thei xal have here jugement. _Here thei xal brynge Barabas to the barre, and Jhesu, and ij. Jewys in here shertys bare-leggyd, and Jhesus standing at the barre betwyx them; and Annas and Cayphas xal gon into the cowncelle hous qwhan Pylat syttyth._ _Pylat._ Barabas, hold up thi hond! For here at thi delyvere dost thou stond. _And he halt up his hond._ Serys, qwhat sey ȝe of Barabas thef and tretour bold? Xal he go fre or he xal be kept in holde? _Primus doctor._ Sere, for the solemnyté of oure Pasche day, Be oure lawe he xal go fre away. _Pylat._ Barabas, than I dysmysse the, And ȝeve the lycens to go fre. _Et curret._ Dysmas and Jesmas ther as ȝe stondys, The lawe comawndyth ȝou to hold up ȝour hondys; Sere, what sey ȝe of these thevys tweyn? _Secundus doctor._ Sere, thei ben bothe gylty, we seyn. _Pylat._ And what sey ȝe of Jhesu of Naȝareth? _Primus doctor._ Sere, we sey he xal be put to deth! _Pylat._ And kone ȝe put aȝens hym no trespas. _Secundus Doctor._ Sere, we wylle alle that he xal be put upon the crosse!