Judas
No: 23; variant: 23
- HIT wes upon a Scere-thorsday that ure loverd aros;
Ful milde were the wordes he spec to Judas.
- 'Judas, thou most to Jurselem, oure mete for to bugge;
Thritti platen of selver thou bere up othi rugge.
- 'Thou comest fer ithe brode stret, fer ithe brode strete;
Summe of thine tunesmen ther thou meiht imete.'
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Immette wid is soster, the swikele wimon.
- 'Judas, thou were wrthe me stende the wid ston,
For the false prophete that tou bilevest upon.'
- 'Be stille, leve soster, thin herte the tobreke!
Wiste min loverd Crist, ful wel he wolde be wreke.'
- 'Judas, go thou on the roc, heie upon the ston;
Lei thin heved imy barm, slep thou the anon.'
- Sone so Judas of slepe was awake,
Thritti platen of selver from hym weren itake.
- He drou hymselve bi the cop, that al it lavede a blode;
The Jewes out of Jurselem awenden he were wode.
- Foret hym com the riche Jeu that heihte Pilatus:
'Wolte sulle thi loverd, that hette Jesus?'
- 'I nul sulle my loverd [for] nones cunnes eihte,
Bote hit be for the thritti platen that he me bitaihte.'
- 'Wolte sulle thi lord Crist for enes cunnes golde?'
'Nay, bote hit be for the platen that he habben wolde.'
- In him com ur lord Crist gon, as is postles seten at mete:
'Wou sitte ye, postles, ant wi nule ye ete?
- ['Wou sitte ye, postles, ant wi nule ye ete?]
Ic am ibouht ant isold today for oure mete.'
- Up stod him Judas: 'Lord, am I that . . .?
'I nas never othe stude ther me the evel spec.'
- Up him stod Peter, and spec wid al is mihte,
. . . . . .
- 'Thau Pilatus him come wid ten hundred cnihtes,
Yet ic wolde, loverd, for thi love fihte.'
- 'Still thou be, Peter, wel I the icnowe;
Thou wolt fursake me thrien ar the coc him crowe.'