_And so forth alle thei xal gon aȝen to the skaffald, and Jhesus xal cryen_ Heloy! Heloy! Lama zabathany! My fadyr in hevyn on by, Why dost thou me forsake? The frelté of my mankende, With stronge peyn yt gynnyth to peynde, Ha, dere fadyr, have me in mende, And lete deth my sorwe slake! _Secundus Judæus._ Methynkyth he this doth calle Hely; Lete us go nere and aspy, And loke yf he come prevely, From cros hym down to reve. _Jhesus._ So grett a thrust dede nevyr man take As I have, man, now for thi sake; For thrust asundyr my lyppys gyn crake,— For drynes thei do cleve. _Tertius Judæus._ ȝour thrust, sere hoberd, for to slake, Eyȝil and galle here I the take, What! me thynkyth a mowe ȝe make:— Is not this good drynk? To crye for drynke ȝe had gret hast, And now it semyth it is but wast,— Is not this drynk of good tast? Now telle me how ȝe thynk! _Quartus Judæus._ On lofte, sere hoberd, now ȝe be sett, We wyl no lenger with ȝou lett! We grete ȝou wel on the newe gett, And make on ȝou a mowe. _Primus Judæus._ We grete ȝou wel with a scorn, And pray ȝou, bothe evyn and morn, Take good eyd to oure corn, And chare awey the crowe. _Jhesus._ In manus tuas, Domine! Holy fadyr in hefly se, I comende my spyryte to the, For here now hendyth my fest! I xal go sle the fende, that freke, ffor now myn herte begynnyth to breke, Wurdys mo xal I non speke! Nunc consummatum est! _Maria._ Alas! alas! I leve to longe, To se my swete sone with peynes stronge, As a theff on cros doth honge, And nevyr ȝet dede he synne! Alas! my dere chyld to deth is dressyd! Now is my care wel more incressyd! A! myn herte with peyn is pressyd! ffor sorwe myn hert doth twynne. _Johannes._ A! blyssyd mayde, chaunge ȝour thought; ffor thow ȝour sone with sorwe be sought, ȝitt by his owyn wyl this werk is wrought, And wylfully his deth to take! ȝow to kepe he chargyd me here; I am ȝour servaunt, my lady dere, Wherfore I pray ȝow, be of good chere, And merthis that ȝe make! _Maria._ Thow he had nevyr of me be born, And I sey his flesche thus al to-torn, On bak behyndyn, on brest beforn, Rent with woundys wyde! Nedys I must wonyn in woo, To se my ffrende with many a fo Alle to-rent from top to too, His flesche withowtyn hyde! _Johannes._ A! blyssyd lady, as I ȝow telle, Had he not deyd, we xuld to helle, Amonges ffendys ther evyr to dwelle, In peynes that ben smert! He sufferyth deth for oure trespace, And thorwe his deth we xal have grace, To dwelle with hym in hevyn place; Therfore beth mery in hert!