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Cleophas. ȝa, betwen to thevys, alas! for shame,
  They henge hym up with body rent;
Alas! alas! they were to blame,
  To cursyd and cruel was ther intent.
Whan for thurste he was nere shent,
  Eyȝil and galle thei ȝovyn hym to drynke;
Alas! for ruthe his dethe thei bent
  In a ffowle place of horryble stynke!

Lucas. ȝa, and cawse in hym cowde they non fynde;
  Alas, for sorwe! what was here thought?
And he dede helpe bothe lame and blynde,
  And alle seke men that were hym browght:
Aȝens vice alwey he wrought,
  Synfulle dede wold he nevyr do,
ȝit hym to kylle thei sparyd nought;
  Alas! alas! why dede they so?

Jhesus. Welle ovyrtake, ȝe serys in same,
  To walke in felachep with ȝow I pray.
Lucas. Welcom, serys, in Goddys name!
  Of good felachep we sey not nay.
Jhesus. Qwhat is ȝour langage, to me ȝe say,
  That ȝe have to-gedyr, ȝe to?
Sory and evysum ȝe ben alway,
  ȝour myrthe is gon; why is it so?

Cleophas. Sere, me thynkyth thou art a pore pylgrym
  Here walkynge be thiselfe alone,
And in the ceté of Jerusalem,
  Thou knowyst ryght lytyl what ther is done;
ffor pylgrymys comyn and gon ryth sone,
  Ryght lytyl whyle pylgrymes do dwelle;
In alle Jerusalem as thou hast gone,
  I trowe no tydynges that thou canst telle.