_Et clamabunt omnes voce magna dicentes, “ȝa! ȝa! ȝa!”_ _Pylat._ Jhesu, thin owyn pepyl han dysprevyd, Al that I have for the seyd or mevyd; I charge ȝou alle at the begynnyng, As ȝe wole answere me beforn, That ther be no man xal towche ȝour kyng, But yf he be knyght or jentylman born. Fyrst his clothis ȝe xal of don, And makyn hym nakyd for to be; Bynde hym to a pelere, as sore as ȝe mon, Than skorge hym with qwyppys that al men may se! Whan he is betyn, crowne hym for ȝour kyng! And than to the cros ȝe xal hym bryng! And to the crosse thou xalt be fest, And on thre naylys thi body xal rest! On xal thorwe thi ryth hand go, Anothyr thorwe thi lyfte hand also; The thred xal be smet thoro bothe thi feet, Wheche nayle ther to be mad ful mete! And ȝet thou xalt not hange alone, But on eyther syde of the xal be on. Dysmas now, I deme the, That on hese ryth hand thou xalt be! And Jesmas on the left hand hangyd xal ben, On the mowth of Calverye, that men may sen! _Here Pylat xal rysyn and gon to his schaffald, and the busshoppys with hym; and the Jewys xul crye for joy with a gret voys, and arryn hym and pullyn of his clothis, and byndyn hym to a pelere, and skorgyn hym; on seyng thus_, _Primus Judæus._ Doth gladly, oure kyng, For this is ȝour first begynnyng! _And qwhan he is skorgyd, thei put upon hym a cloth of sylk, and settyn hym on a stol, and puttyn a kroune of thornys on hese hed with forkys; and the Jewys knelyng to Cryst, takyng hym a septer and skornyng hym, and than thei xal pullyn of the purpyl clothe, and don on ageyn his owyn clothis; and leyn the crosse in hese necke to berynt, and drawyn hym forth with ropys; and than xal come to women wepyng, and with here handes wryngyn, seyng thus_, _Primus mulier._ Allas! Jhesus, allas! Jhesus, wo is me! That thou art thus dyspoylyd, allas! And ȝet nevyr defawth was fownd in the, But evyr thou hast be fole of grace. _Secundus mulier._ A! here is a rewful syth of Jhesu so good, That he xal thus dye aȝens the ryth; A! wykkyd men, ȝe be more than wood. To do that good Lord so gret dyspyte! _Here Jhesus turnyth aȝen to the women with his crosse, thus seyng_, Dowterys of Hierusalem, for me wepyth nowth, But for ȝourself wepyth and for your chyldyr also; For the days xal come that thei han aftyr sowth, Here synne and here blyndnesse xal turne hym to wo! Than xal be sayd “blyssyd be the wombys that bareyn be, And wo to the tetys tho days that do ȝevyn sokyng!” And to here faderes, thei xul seyn, “Wo to the tyme that thou begat me!” And to her moderes, “Allas! wher xal be oure dwellyng?” Than to the hyllys and mownteynes they xal crye and calle, Oppyn and hyde us from the face of hym syttyng in trone! Or ellys ovyrthrowyth and on us now come falle, That we may be hyd from oure sorweful mone.