Rewfyn. And alle this day we xuld contryve, What shameful deth Jhesu xuld have; We may not do hym to meche myscheve, The worchep of oure lawe to save. Leyon. Upon a jebet lete hym hongyn be, This jugement me semyth it is reson; That alle the countré may hym se, And be ware behis gret treson. Rewfyn. ȝet o thyng, serys, ȝe must aspye, And make a ryth sotyl ordenawns; Be what menys ȝe may come hym bye, ffor he hath many folwerys at his instawns. Annas. Serys, therof we must have avysement, And ben acordyd or than we go; How we xal han hym at oure entent, Som wey we xal fynd therto.
Here Judas Caryoth comyth into the place.
Maria Magdalene. As a cursyd creature closyd alle in care,
And as a wyckyd wrecche alle wrappyd in wo,
Of blysse was nevyr no berde so bare,
As I mysylf that here now go.
Alas! alas! I xal forfare,
ffor tho grete synnys that I have do;
Lesse that my lord God sumdel spare,
And his grett mercy receyve me to.
Mary Maudelyn is my name.
Now wyl I go to Cryst Jhesu,
ffor he is Lord of alle vertu,
And for sum grace I thynke to sew,
ffor of myself I have grett shame.
A! mercy! Lord! and salve my synne,
Maydenys ffloure thou wasche me fre,
