If he die on þe roode, we schul be schent:
I wolde not þat þei hadde ȝeue þat vois.
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¶ Me was woo for þat iugement,
Of 'crucifuge' to heere þe noise;
Pilatis wijf y bad bisily ȝeue tent
Þat ihesu were not doon on þe crois.
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¶ Ȝit þe iewis, for hise dedis goode, [page 168]
Fals witnes vpon him þei berid,
And nailid him upon þe roode,
And peyned him þere til þat he deied.
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¶ Vndir his lift side y my silf stood,
And aftir his soule ful naruȝ a-spied;
I wist neuere whidir it ȝode;
Whanne he it up ȝaf, so manly he cried;
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¶ Þe sunne & moone losten þer light,
þe elementis fouȝten as leit of þundir,
þe erþe qwoke, and mounteynes an hight,
Valeis, & stoonys, bursten a-sundir;
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¶ Dede men risen þoruȝ his myȝt
To bere witnes of þat wondir;
My mynde failid, y loste my siȝte,
I nyste how soone y came þer vndir.
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¶ Ihesu is soule is wente, y woot not where,
So priuely it dide from me passe;
Whanne his herte was þirllid with a spere,
Þanne wyste y weel who he was.
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¶ Ordeyne we us wiþ al oure gere, [page 169]
For hidir he þinkiþ to make a race;
Arise we alle þat ben bounden heere,
And foond we to defende oure place,
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¶ For if þat he wole hidir come,
We schulen foonde euery-choon,
