Anonymous. The York plays
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Miles 1
1: Sir knyghtis, take heede hydir in hye,
This dede on dergh we may noght drawe.
YOee wootte youreselffe als wele as I
Howe lordis and leders of owre lawe
Has geven dome that this doote schall dye. Miles 2
6: Sir, alle thare counsaile wele we knawe.
Sen we are comen to Caluarie
Latte ilke man helpe nowe as hym awe. Miles 3
9: We are alle redy, loo,
THat forward to fulfille. Miles 4
11: Late here howe we schall doo,
And go we tyte thertille. Miles 1
13: It may noyot helpe her for to hone
If we schall any worshippe wynne. Miles 2
15: He muste be dede nedelyngis by none.
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Miles 3
16: THanne is goode tyme that we begynne. Miles 4
17: Late dynge hym doune, than is he done-
He schall nought dere vs with his dynne. Miles 1
19: He schall be sette and lerned sone,
With care to hym and all his kynne. Miles 2
21: THe foulest dede of all
Shalle he dye for his dedis. Miles 3
23: That menes crosse hym we schall. Miles 4
24: Behalde, so right he redis. Miles 1
25: Thanne to this werke vs muste take heede,
So that oure wirkyng be noght wronge. Miles 2
27: None othir noote to neven is nede,
But latte vs haste hym for to hange. Miles 3
29: And I haue gone for gere goode speede,
Bothe hammeres and nayles large and lange. Miles 4
31: THanne may we boldely do this dede.
Commes on, late kille this traitoure strange. Miles 1
33: Faire myght yoe falle in feere
THat has wrought on this wise. Miles 2
35: Vs nedis nought for to lere
Suche faitoures to chastise. Miles 3
37: Sen ilke a thyng es right arrayed,
The wiselier nowe wirke may we. Miles 4
39: THe crosse on grounde is goodely graied
And boorede even as it awith to be. Miles 1
41: Lokis that the ladde on lenghe be layde
And made me thane vnto this tree. Miles 2
43: For alle his fare he schalle be flaied,
That one assaie sone schalle ye see. Miles 3
45: Come forthe thou cursed knave,
Thy comforte sone schall kele. Miles 4
47: Thyne hyre here schall thou haue. Miles 1
48: Walkes oon-now wirke we wele. Jesus
49: Almyghty God, my fadir free,
Late this materes be made in mynde:
THou badde that I schulde buxsome be
For Adam plyght for to be pyned.
Here to dede I obblisshe me
Fro that synne for to saue mankynde,
And soueraynely beseke I the
That thai for me may fauoure fynde.
And fro the fende thame fende,
So that ther saules be saffe
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In welthe withouten ende-
I kepe nought ellis to craue. Miles 1
61: We, herke sir knyghtis, for Mahoundis bloode,
Of Adam-kynde is all his thoght. Miles 2
63: THe warlowe waxis werre than woode,
THis doulfull dede ne dredith he noght. Miles 3
65: THou schulde haue mynde, with mayne and moode,
Of wikkid werkis that thou haste wrought. Miles 4
67: I hope that he hadde bene as goode
Haue sesed of sawes that he vppe-sought. Miles 1
69: Thoo sawes schall rewe hym sore
For all his saunteryng sone. Miles 2
71: Ille spede thame that hym spare
Tille he to dede be done. Miles 3
73: Haue done belyue boy, and make the boune,
And bende thi bakke vnto this tree. Miles 4
75: Byhalde, hymselffe has laide hym doune
In lenghe and breede as he schulde bee. Miles 1
77: This traitoure here teynted of treasoune,
Gose faste and fetter hym than yoe thre;
And sen he claymeth kyngdome with croune,
Even as a kyng here hange schall hee. Miles 2
81: Nowe, certis, I schall noyot fyne
Or his right hande be feste. Miles 3
83: THe lefte hande thanne is myne-
Late see who beres hym beste. Miles 4
85: Hys lymmys on lenghe than schalle I lede,
And even vnto the bore thame bringe. Miles 1
87: Vnto his heede I schall take hede,
And with myne hande helpe hym to hyng. Miles 2
89: Nowe sen we foure schall do this dede
And medill with this vnthrifty thyng,
Late no man spare for speciall speede
Tille that we haue made endyng. Miles 3
93: THis forward may not faile;
Nowe are we right arraiede. Miles 4
95: This boy here in oure baile
Shall bide full bittir brayde. Miles 1
97: Sir knyghtis, saie, howe wirke we nowe? Miles 2
98: YOis, certis, I hope I holde this hande,
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And to the boore I haue it brought
Full boxumly withouten bande. Miles 1
101: Strike on than harde, for hym the boght. Miles 2
102: YOis, here is a stubbe will stiffely stande,
Thurgh bones and senous it schall be soght-
This werke is wele, I will warande. Miles 1
105: Saie sir, howe do we thore?
THis bargayne may not blynne. Miles 3
107: It failis a foote and more,
THe senous are so gone ynne. Miles 4
109: I hope that marke amisse be bored. Miles 2
110: THan muste he bide in bittir bale. Miles 3
111: In faith, it was ouere-skantely scored,
THat makis it fouly for to faile. Miles 1
113: Why carpe yoe so? Faste on a corde
And tugge hym to, by toppe and taile. Miles 3
115: YOa, thou comaundis lightly as a lorde;
Come helpe to haale, with ille haile. Miles 1
117: Nowe certis that schall I doo-
Full snelly as a snayle Miles 3
119: And I schall tacche hym too,
Full nemely with a nayle.
THis werke will holde, that dar I heete,
For nowe are feste faste both his hende. Miles 4
123: Go we all foure thanne to his feete,
So schall oure space be spedely spende. Miles 2
125: Latte see what bourde his bale myght beete,
Tharto my bakke nowe wolde I bende. Miles 4
127: Owe, this werke is all vnmeete-
This boring muste all be amende. Miles 1
129: A, pees man, for Mahounde,
Latte no man wotte that wondir,
A roope schall rugge hym doune
Yf all his synnous go asoundre. Miles 2
133: THat corde full kyndely can I knytte,
THe comforte of this karle to kele. Miles 1
135: Feste on thanne faste that all be fytte,
It is no force howe felle he feele. Miles 2
137: Lugge on yoe both a litill yoitt. Miles 3
138: I schalle nought sese, as I haue seele.
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Miles 4
139: And I schall fonde hym for to hitte. Miles 2
140: Owe, haylle! Miles 4
140: Hoo nowe, I halde it wele. Miles 1
141: Haue done, dryue in that nayle,
So that no faute be foune. Miles 4
143: THis wirkyng wolde noyot faile
Yf foure bullis here were boune. Miles 1
145: Ther cordis haue evill encressed his paynes,
Or he wer tille the booryngis brought. Miles 2
147: YOaa, assoundir are bothe synnous and veynis
On ilke a side, so haue we soughte. Miles 3
149: Nowe all his gaudis nothyng hym gaynes,
His sauntering schall with bale be bought. Miles 4
151: I wille goo saie to oure soueraynes
Of all this werkis howe we haue wrought. Miles 1
153: Nay sirs, anothir thyng
Fallis firste to youe and me,
THei badde we schulde hym hyng
On heghte that men myght see. Miles 2
157: We woote wele so ther wordes wore,
But sir, that dede will do vs dere. Miles 1
159: It may not mende for to moote more,
THis harlotte muste be hanged here. Miles 2
161: The mortaise is made fitte therfore. Miles 3
162: Feste on youre fyngeres than, in feere. Miles 4
163: I wene it wolle neuere come thore-
We foure rayse it noyot right to-yere. Miles 1
165: Say man, whi carpis thou soo?
Thy liftyng was but light. Miles 2
167: He menes ther muste be moo
To heve hym vppe on hight. Miles 3
169: Now certis, I hope it schall noght nede
To calle to vs more companye.
Methynke we foure schulde do this dede
And bere hym to yoone hille on high. Miles 1
173: It muste be done, withouten drede.
No more, but loke yoe be redy,
And this parte schalle I lifte and leede;
On lenghe he schalle no lenger lie.
Therfore nowe makis you boune,
Late bere hym to yoone hill. Miles 4
179: Thanne will I bere here doune,
And tente his tase vntill.
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Miles 2
181: We twoo schall see tille aythir side,
For ellis this werke wille wrie all wrang. Miles 3
183: We are redy. Miles 4
183: Gode sirs, abide,
And late me first his fete vp fang. Miles 2
185: Why tente yoe so to tales this tyde? Miles 1
186: Lifte vppe! Miles 4
186: Latte see! Miles 2
186: Owe, lifte alang. Miles 3
187: Fro all this harme he schulde hym hyde
And he war God. Miles 4
188: THe deuill hym hang! Miles 1
189: For-grete harme haue I hente,
My schuldir is in soundre. Miles 2
191: And sertis I am nere schente,
So lange haue I borne vndir. Miles 3
193: This crosse and I in twoo muste twynne,
Ellis brekis my bakke in sondre sone. Miles 4
195: Laye downe agayne and leue youre dynne,
THis dede for vs will neuere be done. Miles 1
197: Assaie sirs, latte se yf any gynne
May helpe hym vppe withouten hone,
For here schulde wight men worschippe wynne,
And noght with gaudis al day to gone. Miles 2
201: More wighter men than we
Full fewe I hope yoe fynde. Miles 3
203: THis bargayne will noght bee,
For certis me wantis wynde. Miles 4
205: So wille of werke neuere we wore-
I hope this carle some cautellis caste. Miles 2
207: My bourdeyne satte me wondir soore,
Vnto the hill I myght noght laste. Miles 1
209: Lifte vppe, and sone he schall be thore,
Therfore feste on youre fyngeres faste. Miles 3
211: Owe, lifte! Miles 1
211: We, loo! Miles 4
211: A litill more. Miles 2
212: Holde thanne! Miles 1
212: Howe nowe? Miles 2
212: THe werste is paste. Miles 3
213: He weyes a wikkid weght. Miles 2
214: So may we all foure saie,
Or he was heued on heght
And raysed in this array. Miles 4
217: He made vs stande as any stones,
So boustous was he for to bere.
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Miles 1
219: Nowe raise hym nemely for the nonys
And sette hym be this mortas heere,
And latte hym falle in alle at ones,
For certis that payne schall haue no pere. Miles 3
223: Heue vppe! Miles 4
223: Latte doune, so all his bones
Are asoundre nowe on sides seere. Miles 1
225: THis fallyng was more felle
THan all the harmes he hadde.
Nowe may a man wele telle
THe leste lith of this ladde. Miles 3
229: Methynkith this crosse will noght abide
Ne stande stille in this morteyse yoitt. Miles 4
231: Att the firste tyme was it made ouere-wyde;
THat makis it wave, thou may wele witte. Miles 1
233: Itt schall be sette on ilke a side
So that it schall no forther flitte.
Goode wegges schall we take this tyde
And feste the foote, thanne is all fitte. Miles 2
237: Here are wegges arraied
For that, both grete and smale. Miles 3
239: Where are oure hameres laide
THat we schulde wirke withall? Miles 4
241: We haue them here euen atte oure hande. Miles 2
242: Gyffe me this wegge, I schall it in dryue. Miles 4
243: Here is anodir yoitt ordande. Miles 3
244: Do take it me hidir belyue. Miles 1
245: Laye on thanne faste. Miles 3
245: YOis, I warrande.
I thryng thame same, so motte I thryve.
Nowe will this crosse full stabely stande,
All-yf he raue thei will noght ryve. Miles 1
249: Say sir, howe likis you nowe,
THis werke that we haue wrought? Miles 4
251: We praye youe sais vs howe
YOe fele, or faynte yoe ought. Jesus
253: Al men that walkis by waye or strete,
Takes tente yoe schalle no trauayle tyne.
Byholdes myn heede, myn handis, and my feete,
And fully feele nowe, or yoe fyne,
Yf any mournyng may be meete,
Or myscheue mesured vnto myne.
My fadir, that alle bales may bete,
Forgiffis thes men that dois me pyne.
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What thei wirke wotte thai noght;
Therfore, my fadir, I craue,
Latte neuere ther synnys be sought,
But see ther saules to saue. Miles 1
265: We, harke, he jangelis like a jay. Miles 2
266: Methynke he patris like a py. Miles 3
267: He has ben doand all this day,
And made grete meuyng of mercy. Miles 4
269: Es this the same that gune vs say
That he was Goddis sone almyghty? Miles 1
271: Therfore he felis full felle affraye,
And demyd this day for to dye. Miles 2
273: Vath, qui destruis templum! Miles 3
274: His sawes wer so, certayne. Miles 4
275: And sirs, he saide to some
He myght rayse it agayne. Miles 1
277: To mustir that he hadde no myght,
For all the kautelles that he couthe kaste.
All-yf he wer in worde so wight,
For all his force nowe he is feste.
Als Pilate demed is done and dight,
Therfore I rede that we go reste. Miles 2
283: THis race mon be rehersed right,
Thurgh the worlde both este and weste. Miles 3
285: YOaa, late hym hynge here stille
And make mowes on the mone. Miles 4
287: THanne may we wende at wille. Miles 1
288: Nay goode sirs, noght so sone,
For certis vs nedis anodir note:
THis kirtill wolde I of you craue. Miles 2
291: Nay, nay sir, we will loke be lotte
Whilke of vs foure fallis it to haue. Miles 3
293: I rede we drawe cutte for this coote-
Loo, se howe sone-alle sidis to saue. Miles 4
295: The schorte cutte schall wynne, that wele yoe woote,
Whedir itt falle to knyght or knave. Miles 1
297: Felowes, yoe thar noght flyte,
For this mantell is myne.
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Miles 2
299: Goo we thanne hense tyte,
THis trauayle here we tyne &c.