| Soldier 1 |
Thanne to this werke us muste take heede
So that oure wirkying be noght wrange.
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| Soldier 2 |
None othir noote to neven is nede,
But latte us haste hyme for to hange. |
| Soldier 3 |
And I have gone for gere goode speede,
Bothe hammeres and nayles large and lange. |
| Soldier 4 |
Thanne may we boldely do this ded;
Commes on, late kille this traitoure strange! |
| Soldier 1 |
Faire myght 'e fallen in feere
That has wrought on this wise.
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| Soldier 2 |
Us nedis nought for to lere
Suche faitoures to chastise |
| Soldier 3 |
Sen ilke a thyng es right arrayed,
The wiselier nowe wirke may we. |
| Soldier 4 |
The crosse on grounde is goodely graied
And boorede even as it awith to be. |
| Soldier 1 |
Lokis that the ladde on lenghe be layde
and made me thane unto this tree. |
| Soldier 2 |
For alle his fare he schalle be flaied;
That one assaie sone schalle ye see. |
| Soldier 3 |
Come forthe, thou cursed knave;
Thy comfort sone schalle kele. |
| Sodlier 4 |
Thyne hyre here schall thou have. |
| Soldier 1 |
Walkes oon! Now wirke we wele. |
| Jesus |
Almighty God, my fadir free,
Late this materes be made in my mynde.
Thout badde that I schulde buxsume be
For Adam plyght for to be pyned.
Here to dede I obblisshe me
Fro that synne for to save mankynde
And soveraynely beseke I the
That thai for my may favoure fynde
And fro the fende thame fende,
So that ther saules be saffe
In welthe withouten ende;
I kepe nought ellis to crave. |
| Soldier 1 |
We, here, sir knyghtis, for Mahoundis bloode!
Of Adam kynde is all his thoght. |
| Soldier 2 |
The warlowe waxis were than woode,
This doulfull ded ne dedrith he noght. |
| Soldier 3 |
Thou schulde have mynde, with mayne and moode,
Of wikkid werkis that thou haste wrought. |
Soldier 4 |
I hope that he hadde bebe as goode
Have sesed of sawes that he uppe-sought. |
| Soldier 1 |
Thoo sawes schall rewe hym sare,
For all his saunteryng sone. |
| Soldier 2 |
Ille spede thame that hym spare
Tille he to ded be done. |