The Towneley plays

The Resurrection of the Lord

Pilate
Peasse, I warne you, woldys in wytt!
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And standys on syde or els go sytt,
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ffor here ar men that go not yit,
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And lordys of me[kill] myght;
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We thynk to abyde, and not to flytt,
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I tell you euery wight.
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Spare youre spech, ye brodels bold,,
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And sesse youre cry till I haue told,
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What that my worship wold,,
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here in thise wonys;
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whoso that wyghtly nold,
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ffull hy bese hanged his bonys.
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wote ye not that I am pilate,
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That satt apon the Iustyce late,
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At caluarie where I was att
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This day at morne?
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I am he, that great state,
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That lad has all to-torne.
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Now sen that lothly losell is thus ded,
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I haue great ioy in my manhede,
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Therfor wold, I in ilk sted,
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It were tayn hede,
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If any felowse felow his red,
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Or more his law wold lede. Page  307
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ffor and I knew it, cruelly
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his lyfe bees lost, and that shortly,
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that he were better hyng ful hy
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On galow tre;
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Therfor ye prelatys shuld, aspy
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If any sich be.
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As I am man of myghtys most,
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If ther be any that blow sich bost,
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with tormentys keyn bese he indost
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ffor euermore;
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The devill to hell shall harry hys goost,
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Bot I say nomore.
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Caiaphas
Sir, ye thar nothyng be dredand,
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ffor centurio, I vnderstand,
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youre knyght is left abydand
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Right ther behynde;
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We left hym ther, for man most wyse,
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If any rybaldys wold oght ryse,
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To sesse theym to the next assyse,
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And then forto make ende.
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Centurion
A, blyssyd lord adonay,
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what may this meruell sygnyfy
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That here was shewyd so openly
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vnto oure sight,
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When the rightwys man can dy
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that ihesus hight?
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heuen it shoke abone,
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Of shynyng blan both son and moyne,
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And dede men also rose vp sone,
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Outt of thare grafe;
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And stones in wall anone
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In sonder brast and clafe. Page  308
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Ther was seen many a full sodan sight,
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Oure prynces, for sothe, dyd nothyng right,
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And so I saide to theym on hight,
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As it is trew,
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That he was most of myght,
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The son of god, ihesu.
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ffowlys in the ayer and fish in floode,
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That day changid thare mode,
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when that he was rent on rode,
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That lord veray;
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ffull well thay vnderstode
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That he was slayn that day.
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Therfor right as I meyn / to theym fast will I ryde,
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To wyt withoutten weyn / what they will say this tyde
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Of this enfray;
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I will no longer abyde
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bot fast ride on my way.
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God saue you, syrs, on euery syde!
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Worship and welth in warld so wyde!
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Pilate
Centurio, welcom this tyde,
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Oure comly knyght!
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Centurion
God graunt you grace well forto gyde,
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And rewll you right.
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Pilate
Centurio, welcom, draw nere hand!
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Tell vs son tythyngys here emang,
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ffor ye haue gone thrughoutt oure land,
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ye know ilk dele.
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Centurion
Sir, I drede me ye haue done wrang
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And wonder yll.
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Caiaphas
wonder yll? I pray the why?
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declare that to this company.
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Centurion
So shall I, sir, full securly,
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with all my mayn;
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The rightwys man, I meyn, hym by
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that ye haue slayn.
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Pilate
Centurio, sese of sich saw;
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ye ar a greatt man of oure law,
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And if we shuld any wytnes draw,
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To vs excuse,
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To mayntene vs euermore ye aw,
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And noght refuse.
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Centurion
To mayntene trowth is well worthy;
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I saide when I sagh hym dy,
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That it was godys son almyghty,
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That hang thore;
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So say I yit and abydys therby,
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ffor euermore.
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Anna
yee, sir, sich resons may ye rew,
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Thou shuld not neuen sich notes new,
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Bot thou couth any tokyns trew,
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vntill vs tell.
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Centurion
Sich wonderfull case neuer ere ye knew
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As then befell.
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Caiaphas
we pray the tell vs, of what thyng?
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Centurion
Of elymentys, both old, and ying,
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In thare manere maide greatt mowrnyng,
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In ilka stede;
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Thay knew by contenaunce that thare kyng
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was done to dede.
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The son for wo it waxed all wan,
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The moyn and starnes of shynyng blan,
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And erth it tremlyd as a man
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Began to speke;
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The stone, that neuer was styrryd or than,
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In sonder brast and breke;
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And dede men rose vp bodely, both greatt and small.
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Pilate
Centurio, bewar with all!
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ye wote the clerkys the clyppys it call Page  310
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Sich sodan sight;
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That son and moyne a seson shall
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lak of thare light.
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Caiaphas
Sir, and if that dede men ryse vp bodely,
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That may be done thrugh socery,
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Therfor nothyng we sett therby,
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that be thou bast.
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Centurion
Sir, that I saw truly,
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That shall I euermore trast.
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Not for that ilk warke that ye dyd wyrke,
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Not oonly for the son wex myrke,
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Bot how the vayll rofe in the kyrke,
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ffayn wyt I wold.
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Pilate
A, sich tayles full sone wold make vs yrke,
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if thay were told.
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harlot! wherto commys thou vs emang
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with sich lesyngys vs to fang?
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Weynd furth! hy myght thou hang,
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Vyle fatur!
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Caiaphas
Weynd furth in the Wenyande,
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And hold styll thy clattur.
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Centurion
Sirs, sen ye set not by my saw, / haues now good day!
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God lene you grace to knaw / the sothe all way.
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Anna
with draw the fast, sen thou the dredys,
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ffor we shall well mayntene oure dedys.
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Pilate
Sich wonderfull resons as now redys
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were neuer beforne,
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Caiaphas
To neuen this note nomore vs nedys,
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nawder euen nor morne,
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Bot forto be war of more were
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That afterward myght do vs dere,
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Therfor, sir, whils ye ar here Page  311
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vs all emang,
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Avyse you of thise sawes sere
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how thay will stand.
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ffor ihesus saide full openly
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Vnto the men that yode hym by,
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A thyng that grevys all Iury,
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And right so may,
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That he shuld, ryse vp bodely
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within the thryde day.
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If it be so, as myght I spede,
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The latter dede is more to drede
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Then was the fyrst, if we take hede
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And tend therto;
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Avyse you, sir, for it is nede,
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the best to do.
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Anna
Sir, neuer the les if he saide so,
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he hase no myght to ryse and go,
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Bot his dyscypyls steyll his cors vs fro
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And bere away;
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That were till vs, and othere mo,
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A fowll enfray.
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Then wold the pepyll say euerilkon
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That he were rysen hym self alon,
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Therfor ordan to kepe that stone
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with knyghtys heynd,
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To thise thre dayes be commen and gone
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And broght till ende.
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Pilate
Now, certys sir, full well ye say,
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And for this ilk poynt to puruay
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I shall, if that I may;
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he shall not ryse,
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Nor none shall wyn hym thens away
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of nokyns wyse. Page  312
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Sir knyghtys, that ar of dedys dughty,
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And chosen for chefe of cheualry,
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As I may me in you affy,
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By day and nyght,
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ye go and kepe ihesu body
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with all youre myght;
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And for thyng that be may,
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kepe hym well vnto the thryd day,
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That no tratur steyll his cors you fray,
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Out of that sted;
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ffor if ther do, truly I say,
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ye shall be dede.
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Primus Miles
yis, sir pilate, in certan,
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we shall hym kepe with all oure mayn;
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Ther shall no tratur with no trayn
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Steyll hym vs fro;
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Sir knyghtys, take gere that best may gayn,
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And let vs go.
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Secundus Miles
yis, certys, we are all redy bowne,
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we shall hym kepe till youre renowne;
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On euery syde lett vs sytt downe,
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we all in fere;
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And I shall fownde to crak his crowne
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whoso commys here.
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Primus Miles
who shuld be where, fayn wold I wytt.
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Secundus Miles
Euen on this syde wyll I sytt.
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Tercius Miles
And I shall fownde his feete to flytt.
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Quartus Miles
we ther shrew ther!
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Now by mahowne, fayn wold I wytt
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who durst com here
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This cors with treson forto take,
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ffor if it were the burnand drake
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Of me styfly he gatt a strake, Page  313
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haue here my hand;
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To thise thre dayes be past,
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This cors I dar warand.
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Jesus
Erthly man, that I haue wroght,
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wightly wake, and slepe thou noght!
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with bytter bayll I haue the boght,
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To make the fre;
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Into this dongeon depe I soght
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And all for luf of the.
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Behold how dere I wold the by!
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My woundys ar weytt and all blody;
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The, synfull man, full dere boght I
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With tray and teyn;
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Thou fyle the noght eft for-thy,
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Now art thou cleyn.
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Clene haue I mayde the, synfull man,
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With wo and wandreth I the wan,
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ffrom harte and syde the blood out ran,
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Sich was my pyne;
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Thou must me luf that thus gaf than
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My lyfe for thyne.
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Thou synfull man that by me gase,
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Tytt vnto me thou turne thi face;
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Behold, my body, in ilka place
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how it was dight;
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All to-rent and all to-shentt,
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Man, for thy plight.
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With cordes enewe and ropys toghe
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The Iues fell my lymmes out-drogh,
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ffor that I was not mete enoghe
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vnto the bore;
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with hard stowndys thise depe woundys
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Tholyd I thefore. Page  314
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A crowne of thorne, that is so kene,
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Thay set apon my hede for tene,
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Two thefys hang thai me betwene,
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All for dyspyte;
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This payn ilk dele thou shall wyt wele,
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May I the wyte.
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Behald my shankes and my knees,
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Myn armes and my thees;
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Behold me well, looke what thou sees,
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Bot sorow and pyne;
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Thus was I spylt, man, for thi gylt,
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And not for myne.
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And yit more vnderstand thou shall;
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In stede of drynk thay gaf me gall,
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Asell thay menged it withall,
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The Iues fell;
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The payn I haue, tholyd I to saue
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Mans saull from hell.
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Behold, my body how Iues it dang
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with knottys of whyppys and scorges strang;
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As stremes of well the bloode out sprang
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On euery syde;
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knottes where thay hyt, well may thou wytt,
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Maide woundys wyde.
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And therfor thou shall vnderstand
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In body, heed, feete, and hand,
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ffour hundreth woundys and fyue thowsand
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here may thou se;
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And therto neyn were delt full euen
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ffor luf of the.
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Behold, on me noght els is lefte,
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And or that thou were fro me refte,
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All thise paynes wold I thole efte Page  315
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And for the dy;
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here may thou se that I luf the,
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Man, faythfully.
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Sen I for luf, man, boght the dere,
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As thou thi self the sothe sees here,
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I pray the hartely, with good chere,
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luf me agane;
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That it lyked me that I for the
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tholyd all this payn.
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If thou thy lyfe in syn haue led,
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Mercy to ask be not adred;
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The leste drope I for the bled
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Myght clens the soyn,
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All the syn the warld with in
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If thou had done.
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I was well wrother with Iudas
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ffor that he wold not ask me no grace,
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Then I was for his trespas
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That he me sold;
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I was redy to shew mercy,
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Aske none he wold,.
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lo how I hold myn armes on brede,
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The to saue ay redy mayde;
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That I great luf ay to the had,
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well may thou knaw!
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Som luf agane I wold, full fayn
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Thou wold me shaw.
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Bot luf noght els aske I of the,
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And that thou fownde fast syn to fle;
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pyne the to lyf in charyte
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Both nyght and day;
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Then in my blys that neuer shall mys
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Thou shall dwell ay. Page  316
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ffor I am veray prynce of peasse,
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And synnes seyr I may releasse,
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And whoso will of synnes seasse
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And mercy cry,
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I grauntt theym here a measse
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In brede, myn awne body.
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[That ilk veray brede of lyfe
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Becommys my fleshe in wordys fyfe;
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who so it resaues in syn or stryfe
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Bese dede for euer;
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And whoso it takys in rightwys lyfe
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Dy shall he neuer.]
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Maria Magdalene
Alas! to dy with doyll am I dyght!
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In warld was neuer a wofuller wight,
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I drope, I dare, for seyng of sight
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That I can se;
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My lord, that mekill was of myght,
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Is ded, fro me.
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Alas! that I shuld se hys pyne,
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Or that I shuld, his lyfe tyne,
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ffor to ich sore he was medecyne
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And boytte of all;
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help and hold, to euer ilk hyne
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To hym wold call.
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Maria Jacobi
Alas! how stand I on my feete
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when I thynk on his woundys wete!
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Ihesus, that was on luf so swete,
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And neuer dyd yll,
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Is dede and grafen vnder the grete,
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withoutten skyll.
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Maria Salome
withoutten skyll thise Iues ilkon
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That lufly lord thay haue hym slone,
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And trespas dyd he neuer none, Page  317
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In nokyn sted,;
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To whom shall we now make oure mone?
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Oure lord is ded.
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Maria Magdalene
Sen he is ded, my systers dere,
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weynd we will with full good chere.
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with oure anoyntmentys fare and clere
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That we haue broght,
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ffor to anoyntt his woundys sere,
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That Iues hym wroght.
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Maria Jacobus
Go we then, my systers fre,
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ffor sore me longis his cors to see,
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Bot I wote neuer how best may be;
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help haue we none,
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And which shall of vs systers thre
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remefe the stone?
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Maria Salome
That do we not bot we were mo,
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ffor it is hogh and heuy also.
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Maria Magdalene
Systers, we thar no farther go
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Ne make mowrnyng;
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I se two syt where we weynd to,
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In whyte clothyng.
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Maria Jacobi
Certys, the sothe is not to hyde,
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The graue stone is put besyde.
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Maria Salome
Certys, for thyng that may betyde,
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Now will we weynde
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To late the luf, and with hym byde,
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that was oure freynde.
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Primus Angelus
ye mowrnyng women in youre thoght,
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here in this place whome haue ye soght?
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Maria Magdalene
Ihesu that vnto ded was broght,
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Oure lord so fre.
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Secundus angelus
Certys, women, here is he noght;
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Com nere and se.
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Primus Angelus
he is not here, the sothe to say,
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The place is voyde ther in he lay;
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The sudary here se ye may
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was on hym layde;
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he is rysen and gone his way,
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As he you sayde.
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Secundus angelus
Euen as he saide so done has he,
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he is rysen thrugh his pauste;
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he shalbe fon in galale,
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In fleshe and fell;
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To his dyscypyls now weynd ye,
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And thus thaym tell.
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Maria Magdalene
My systers fre, sen it is so,
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That he is resyn the deth thus fro,
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As saide till vs thise angels two,
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Oure lord and leche,
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As ye haue hard, where that ye go
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Loke that ye preche.
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Maria Jacobi
As we haue hard so shall we say;
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Mare, oure syster, haue good day!
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Maria Magdalene
Now veray god, as he well may,
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Man most of myght,
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he wysh you, systers, well in youre way,
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And rewle you right.
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Alas, what shall now worth on me?
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My catyf hart wyll breke in thre
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when that I thynk on that ilk bodye
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how it was spylt;
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Thrugh feete and handys nalyd was he
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Withoutten gylt.
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withoutten gylt then was he tayn,
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That lufly lord, thay haue hym slayn,
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And tryspas dyd he neuer nane, Page  319
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Ne yit no mys
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It was my gylt he was fortayn,
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And nothing his.
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how myght I, bot I lufyd that swete
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That for me suffred woundys wete,
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Sythen to be grafen vnder the grete,
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Sich kyndnes kythe;
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Ther is nothyng till that we mete
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may make me blythe.
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Primus Miles
Outt, alas! what shall I say?
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where is the cors that here in lay?
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Secundus Miles
what alys the man? he is away
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That we shuld tent!
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Primus Miles
Ryse vp and se.
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Secundus Miles
harrow! thefe! for ay
I cownte vs shent!
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Tercius Miles
what devyll alys you two
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sich nose and cry thus forto may?
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Secundus Miles
ffor he is gone.
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Tercius Miles
Alas, wha?
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Secundus Miles
he that here lay.
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Tercius Miles
harrow! devill! how swa gat he away?
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Quartus Miles
what, is he thus-gatys from vs went,
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The fals tratur that here was lentt,
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That we truly to tent
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had vndertane?
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Certanly I tell vs shent
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holly ilkane.
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Primus Miles
Alas, what shall I do this day
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Sen this tratur is won away?
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And safely, syrs, I dar well say
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he rose alon.
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Secundus Miles
wytt sir pilate of this enfray
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we mon be slone.
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Quartus Miles
wote ye well he rose in dede?
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Secundus Miles
I sagh myself when that he yede.
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Primus Miles
when that he styrryd out of the steed
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None couth it ken.
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Quartus Miles
Alas, hard hap was on my hede
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emang all men.
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Tercius Miles
ye, bot wyt sir pilate of this dede,
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That we were slepand when he yede,
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we mon forfett, withoutten drede,
     462
All that we haue.
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Quartus Miles
we must make lees, for that is nede,
     464
Oure self to saue.
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Primus Miles
That red I well, so myght I go.
     466
Secundus Miles
And I assent therto also.
     467
Tercius Miles
A thowsand shall I assay, and mo,
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well armed ilkon,
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Com and toke his cors vs fro,
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had vs here slone.
     471
Quartus Miles
Nay, certys, I hold ther none so good
     472
As say the sothe right as it stude,
     473
how that he rose with mayn and mode,
     474
And went his way;
     475
To sir pilate, if he be wode,
     476
Thus dar I say.
     477
Primus Miles
why, and dar thou to sir pilate go
     478
with thise tythyngys, and tell hym so?
     479
Secundus Miles
So red I that we do also,
     480
we dy bot oones.
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Tercius Miles
Now he that wroght vs all this wo
     482
wo worth his bones!
     483
Quartus Miles
Go we sam, sir knyghtys heynd,,
     484
Sen we shall to sir pilate weynd,
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Or that we pas.
     487
Primus Miles
Now and I shall tell ilka word till ende,
     488
right as it was.
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Sir pilate, prynce withoutten peyr,
     490
Sir Cayphas and Anna both in fere,
     491
And all the lordys aboute you there,
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To neuen by name;
     493
Mahowne you saue on sydys sere
     494
ffro syn and shame.
     495
Pilate
ye ar welcom, oure knyghtys so keyn,
     496
A mekill myrth now may we meyn,
     497
Bot tell vs som talkyng vs betwene,
     498
How ye haue wroght.
     499
Primus Miles
Oure walkyng, lord, withoutten wene,
     500
Is worth to noght.
     501
Caiaphas
To noght? alas, seasse of sich saw.
     502
Secundus Miles
The prophete ihesu, that ye well knaw,
     503
Is rysen, and went fro vs on raw,
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with mayn and myght.
     505
Pilate
Therfor the devill the all to-draw,
     506
vyle recrayd knyght!
     507
what! combred cowardys I you call!
     508
lett ye hym pas fro you all?
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Tercius Miles
Sir, ther was none that durst do bot small
     510
when that he yede.
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Quartus Miles
we were so ferde we can d,owne fall,
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And qwoke for drede.
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Primus Miles
we were so rad, euerilkon,
     514
when that he put besyde the stone,
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we quoke for ferd, and durst styr none,
     516
And sore we were abast.
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Pilate
whi, bot rose he bi hym self alone?
     518
Secundus Miles
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we hard neuer on euyn ne morne,
     520
Nor yit oure faders vs beforne,
     521
Sich melody, myd-day ne morne,
     522
As was maide thore.
     523
Pilate
Alas, then ar oure lawes forlorne
     524
ffor euer more!
     525
A, devill! what shall now worth of this?
     526
This warld farys with quantys;
     527
I pray you, Cayphas, ye vs wys
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Of this enfray.
     529
Caiaphas
Sir, and I couth oght by my clergys,
     530
ffayn wold I say.
     531
Anna
To say the best for sothe I shall;
     532
It shalbe profett for vs all,
     533
yond knyghtys behovys thare wordys agane call,
     534
how he is myst;
     535
we wold not, for thyng that myght befall,
     536
That no man wyst:
     537
And therfor of youre curtessie
     538
Gyf theym a rewarde for-thy.
     539
Pilate
Of this counsell well paide am I,
     540
It shalbe thus.
     541
Sir knyghtys, that ar of dedys doghty,
     542
Take tent till vs;
     543
herkyns now how ye shall say,
     544
where so ye go by nyght or day;
     545
Ten thowsand men of good aray
     546
Cam you vntill,
     547
And thefyshly toke his cors you fray
     548
Agans youre will.
     549
loke ye say thus in euery land,
     550
And therto on this couande
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     552
To youre rewarde;
     553
And my frenship, I vnderstande,
     554
Shall not be sparde;
     555
Bot loke ye say as we haue kende.
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Primus Miles
yis, sir, as mahowne me mende,
     557
In ilk contree where so we lende
     558
By nyght or day,
     559
where so we go, where so we weynd,
     560
Thus shall we say.
     561
Pilate
The blyssyng of mahowne be with you nyght and day!
     562
Maria Magdalene
Say me, garthymere, I the pray,
     563
If thou bare oght my lord away;
     564
Tell me the sothe, say me not nay,
     565
where that he lyys,
     566
And I shall remeue hym if I may,
     567
On any kyn wyse.
     568
Jesus
woman, why wepys thou? be styll!
     569
whome sekys thou? say me thy wyll,
     570
And nyk me not with nay.
     571
Maria Magdalene
ffor my lord I lyke full yll;
     572
The stede thou bare his body tyll
     573
Tell me I the pray;
     574
And I shall if I may / his body bere with me,
     575
Vnto myn endyng day / the better shuld I be.
     576
Jesus
woman, woman, turn thi thoght!
     577
wyt thou well I hyd hym noght,
     578
Then bare hym nawre with me;
     579
Go seke, loke if thou fynde hym oght.
     580
Maria Magdalene
In fayth I haue hym soght,
     581
Bot nawre he will fond, be.
     582
Jesus
why, what was he to the / In sothfastnes to say?
     583
Maria Magdalene
A! he was to me / no longer dwell I may.
     584
Jesus
Mary, thou sekys thy god, and that am I.
     585
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Maria Magdalene
Rabony, my lord so dere!
     586
Now am I hole that thou art here,
     587
Suffer me to negh the nere,
     588
And kys thi feete;
     589
Myght I do so, so well me were,
     590
ffor thou art swete.
     591
Jesus
Nay, mary, neghe thou not me,
     592
ffor to my fader, tell I the,
     593
yit stevynd I noght;
     594
Tell my brethere I shall be
     595
Before theym all in trynyte
     596
whose will that I haue wroght.
     597
To peasse now ar thay boght / that prysond, were in pyne,
     598
wherfor thou thank in thoght / god, thi lord and myne
     599
Mary thou shall weynde me fro,
     600
Myn erand shall thou grathly go,
     601
In no fowndyng thou fall;
     602
To my dyscypyls say thou so,
     603
That wilsom ar and lappyd in wo,
     604
That I thaym socoure shall.
     605
By name peter thou call / and say that I shall be
     606
Before hym and theym all / my self in galyle.
     607
Maria Magdalene
lord, I shall make my vyage
     608
to tell theym hastely;
     609
ffro thay here that message
     610
thay will be all mery.
     611
This lord was slayn, alas for-thy,
     612
ffalsly spylt, noman wyst why,
     613
whore he dyd mys;
     614
Bot with hym spake I bodely,
     615
ffor-thi commen is my blys.
     616
Mi blys is commen, my care is gone,
     617
That lufly haue I mett alone;
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     619
As euer was wight;
     620
Now is he resyn that ere was slone,
     621
Mi hart is light.
     622
I am as light as leyfe on tre,
     623
ffor ioyfull sight that I can se,
     624
ffor well I wote that it was he
     625
My lord ihesu;
     626
he that betrayde that fre
     627
sore may he rew.
     628
To galyle now will I fare,
     629
And his dyscyples cach from care;
     630
I wote that thay will mowrne no mare,
     631
Commyn is thare blys;
     632
That worthi childe that mary bare
     633
he amende youre mys.
     634