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Sir knyghtis, take heede hydir in hye,
This dede on dergh we may noght drawe.
3ee wootte youreselffe als wele as I
Howe lordis and leders of owre lawe
Has geven dome at is doote schall dye.
Sir, alle are counsaile wele we knawe.
Sen we are comen to Calvarie
Latte ilke man helpe nowe as hym awe.
We are alle redy, loo,
at forward to fullfille.
Late here howe we schall doo
And go we tyte ertille.
It may no3t helpe her for to hone
If we schall any worshippe wynne.
He muste be dede nedelyngis by none.
anne is goode tyme at we begynne.
Late dynge hym doune, an is he done.
He schall nought dere us with his dynne.
He schall be sette and lemed sone
With care to hym and all his kynne.
e foulest dede of all
Shalle he dye for his dedis.
That menes crosse hym we schall.
Behalde, so right he redis!
Thanne to is werke us muste take heede
So at oure wirkyng be noght wrange.
None othir noote to neven is nede,
But latte us haste hym for to hange.
And I have gone for gere goode speede,
Bothe hammeres and nayies large and lange
anne may we boldely do is dede;
Commes on, late kille is traitoure strange!
Faire myght 3e falle in feere
at has wrought on his wise.
Us nedis nought for to lere
Suche faitoures to chastise.
Sen ilke a thyng es right arrayed,
The wiselier nowe wirke may we.
e crosse on grounde is goodely graied
And boorede even as it awith to be.
Lokis at e ladde on lenghe be layde
And made me ane unto is tree.
For alle his fare he schalle be flaied;
That one assaie sone schalle ye see.
Come forthe, ou cursed knave;
Thy comforte sone schall kele.
Thyne hyre here schall ou have.
Walkes oon! Now wirke we wele.
Almyghty God, my fadir free,
Late is materes be made in mynde.
ou badde at I schulde buxsome be
For Adam plyght for to he pyned.
Here to dede I obblisshe me
Fro at synne for to save mankynde,
And soveraynely beseke I e
That ai for me may favoure fynde
And fro e fende ame fende,
So at er saules be saffe
In welthe withouten ende;
I kepe nought ellis to crave.
We, herke, sir knyghtis, for Mahoundis bloode!
Of Adam kynde is all his oght.
e warlowe waxis werre an woode,
is doulfull dede ne dredith he noght.
ou schulde have mynde, with mayne and moode,
Of wikkid werkis at ou haste wrought.
I hope at he hadde bene as goode
Have sesed of sawes at he uppe-sought.
Thoo sawes schall rewe hym sare,
For all his saunteryng sone.
Ille spede ame at hym spare
Tille he to dede be done.
Have done belyve, boy, and make e boune
And bende i bakke unto is tree.
Byhalde, hymselffe has laide hym doune
In lenghe and breede as he schulde bee.
This traitoure here teynted of treasoune,
Gose faste and fette hym an 3e thre,
And sen he claymeth kyngdome with croune,
Even as a kyng here have schall hee.
Now certis I schall no3t fyne
Or his right hande be feste.
e lefte hande anne is myne.
Late see who beres hym beste.
Hys lymmys on lenghe an schalle I lede
And even unto e bore ame bringe.
Unto his heede I schall take hede
And with myne hande helpe hym to hyng.
Nowe sen we foure schall do is dede
And medill with is unthrifty thyng,
Late no man spare for speciall speede
Tille that we have made endyng.
is forward may not faile;
Nowe are we right arraiede.
This boy here in oure baile
Shall bide full bittir brayde.
Sir knyghtis, saie, nowe wirke we oght?
3is certis, I hope I holde is hande,
And to e boore I have it brought
Full boxumly withouten bande.
Strike on an harde, for hym e boght.
3is, here is a stubbe will stiffely stande,
Thurgh bones and senous it schall be soght.
This werke is wele, I will warande.
Saie sir, howe do we ore?
is bargayne may not blynne.
It failis a foote and more,
e senous are so gone ynne.
I hope at marke amisse be bored.
an muste he bide in bittir bale.
In faith, it was overe-skantely scored;
at makes it fouly for to faile.
Why carpe 3e so? Faste on a corde
And tugge hym to, by toppe and taile.
3a, ou comaundis lightly as a lorde;
Come helpe to haale, with ille haile!
Nowe certis at schall I doo
Full snelly as a snayle.
And I schall tacche hym too,
Full nemely with a nayle.
is werke will holde, at dar I heete,
For nowe are feste faste both his hende.
Go we all foure anne to his feete,
So schall oure space be spedely spende.
Latte see what bourde his bale myght beete;
Tharto my bakke nowe wolde I bende.
Owe! is werke is all unmeete;
This boring muste all be amende.
A, pees man, for Mahounde!
Latte no man wotte at wondir.
A roope schall rugge hym doune,
Yf all his synnous go asoundre.
at corde full kyndely can I knytte
e comforte of is karle to kele.
Feste on anne faste at all be fytte;
It is no force howe felle he feele.
Lugge on 3e both a litill 3itt.
I schalle nought sese, as I have seele!
And I schall fonde hym for to hitte.
Owe, haylle!
Hoo nowe, I halde it wele.
Have done. Dryve in at nayle
So at no faute be foune.
is wirkyng wolde no3t faile
Yf foure bullis here were boune.
Ther cordis have evill encressed his paynes
Or he wer tille e booryngis brought.
3aa, assoundir are bothe synnous and veynis
On ilke a side, so have we soughte.
Nowe all his gaudis nothyng hym gaynes;
His sauntering schall with bale be bought.
I wille goo saie to oure soveraynes
Of all is werkis howe we have wrought.
Nay sirs, anothir thyng
Fallis firste to youe and me;
ei badde we schulde hym hyng
On heghte at men myght see.
We woote wele so ther wordes wore,
But sir, at dede will do us dere.
It may not mende for to moote more;
is harlotte muste be hanged here.
The mortaise is made fitte erfore.
Feste on youre fyngeres an in feere.
I wene it wolle nevere come ore;
We foure rayse it no3t right to-yere.
Say, man, whi carpis ou soo?
Thy liftyng was but light.
He menes er muste be moo
To heve hym uppe on hight.
Now certis I hope it schall noght nede
To calle to us more companye.
Me thynke we foure schulde do is dede
And bere hym to 3one hille on high.
It muste be done, withouten drede.
No more, but loke 3e be redy,
And is parte schalle I lifte and leede;
On lenghe he schalle no lenger lie.
Therfore nowe makis you boune,
Late bere hym to 3one hill.
Thanne will I bere here doune
And tente his tase untill.
We twoo schall see tille aythir side,
For ellis is werke wille wrie all wrang.
We are redy.
Gode sirs, abide,
And late me first his fete up fang.
Why tente 3e so to tales is tyde?
Lifte uppe!
Latte see!
Owe, lifte alang!
Fro all is harme he schulde hym hyde
And he war God.
e devill hym hang.
For grete harme have I hente!
My schuldir is in soundre.
And sertis I am nere schente,
So lange have I borne undir.
This crosse and I in twoo muste twynne,
Ellis brekis my bakke in sondre sone.
Laye downe agayne and leve youre dynne;
is dede for us will nevere he done.
Assaie, sirs, latte se yf any gynne
May helpe hym uppe withouten hone,
For here schulde wight men worschippe wynne
And noght with gaudis al day to gone.
More wighter men an we
Full fewe I hope 3e fynde.
is bargayne will noght bee,
For certis me wantis wynde.
So wille of werke nevere we wore.
I hope is carle some cautellis caste.
My bourdeyne satte me wondir soore;
Unto e hill I myght noght laste.
Lifte uppe and sone he schall be ore.
Therfore feste on youre fyngeres faste.
Owe lifte!
We loo!
A litill more.
Holde anne!
Howe nowe?
e werste is paste.
He weyes a wikkid weght.
So may we all foure saie
Or he was heved on heght
And raysed in is array.
He made us stande as any stones,
So boustous was he for to bere.
Nowe raise hym nemely for e nonys
And sette hym be is mortas heere,
And latte hym falle in alle at ones,
For certis at payne schall have no pere.
Heve uppe!
Latte doune, so all his bones
Are asoundre nowe on sides seere.
is fallyng was more felle
an all the harmes he hadde.
Nowe may a man wele telle
e leste lith of is ladde.
Me thynkith is crosse will noght abide
Ne stande stille in is morteyse 3itt.
Att e firste tyme was it made overe-wyde;
at makis it wave, ou may wele witte.
Itt schall be sette on ilke a side
So at it schall no forther flitte.
Goode wegges schall we take is tyde
And feste e foote, anne is all fitte.
Here are wegges arraied
For at, both grete and smale.
Where are oure hameres laide
at we schulde wirke withall?
We have em here even atte oure hande.
Gyffe me is wegge, I schall it in dryve.
Here is anodir 3itt ordande.
Do take it me hidir belyve.
Laye on anne faste.
3is, I warrande.
I thryng ame same, so motte I thryve.
Nowe will is crosse full stabely stande;
All yf he rave, ei will noght ryve.
Say, sir, howe likis you nowe
is werke at we have wrought?
We praye youe, sais us howe
3e fele, or faynte 3e ought?
AI men at walkis by waye or strete,
Takes tente 3e schalle no travayle tyne.
Byholdes myn heede, myn handis and my feete,
And fully feele nowe or 3e fyne
Yf any mournyng may be meete
Or myscheve mesured unto myne.
My fadir, at alle bales may bete,
Forgiffis es men at dois me pyne:
What ei wirke wotte ai noght;
Therfore, my fadir, I crave
Latte never er synnys be sought,
But see er saules to save.
We, harke! He jangelis like a jay.
Me thynke he patris like a py.
He has ben doand all is day
And made grete menyng of mercy.
Es is e same at gune us say
That he was Goddis sone almyghty?
Therfore he felis full felle affraye,
And demyd is day for to dye.
Vath qui destruit templum!
His sawes wer so, certayne.
And sirs, he saide to some
He myght rayse it agayne.
To mustir at he hadde no myght,
For all the kautelles at he couthe keste.
All yf he wer in worde so wight,
For all his force nowe is he feste.
Als Pilate demed is done and dight,
Therfore I rede at we go reste.
is race mon be rehersed right
Thurgh e worlde both este and weste.
3aa, late hym hynge here stille
And make mowes on e mone!
anne may we wende at wille.
Nay, goode sirs, noght so sone.
For certis us nedis anodir note:
is kirtill wolde I of you crave.
Nay, nay sir, we will loke be lotte
Whilke of us foure fallis it to have.
I rede we drawe cutte for is coote -
Loo, se howe sone! - alle sidis to save.
The schorte cutte schall wynne, at wele 3e woote,
Whedir itt falle to knyght or knave.
Felowes, 3e thar noght flyte,
For is mantell is myne.
Goo we anne hense tyte;
is travayle here we tyne.
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Sir knights, quickly pay attention to me,
We may not delay this deed.
You know yourselves as well as I
That the lords and leaders of our law
Have judged that this fool has to die.
Sir, all their counsel we know well
Since we came to Calvary
Let each man help now as he ought.
Look, we are all ready
To fulfil our promise
Tell us, how we shall proceed
And let us go quickly to it.
It will not help to tarry any longer
If we want to earn some merits
He needs must be dead at noon
Then it is the right time to begin.
Let us knock him down, then he will be done with.
He is not going to delay us with his noise.
He shall be out down and taught a lesson
Bringing sorrow to him an all his family.
The foulest death of all
Shall he die for his deeds.
That means we shall cross him
Behold, so right he speaks!
Then we should take heed of our work
So that our work will not be amiss.
There is no need to talk about any other business
But let us hurry to hang him.
And I have quickly gone for our gear
Both hammers and nails, large and long
Then we may boldly do this deed
Come on. Let us kill this vicious traitor!
May things turn out well for all
That have acted in this way
We need not learn
How to chastise such impostors.
As everything is well prepared
The better can we work now
The cross is made ready on the ground
The holes bored as it ought to be.
Look that the lad is laid on length
And then fastened to this tree
Despite his boasting he shall be terrified
Which you will soon see in the event.
Come on, you wretched churl
Your confidence will soon grow cold.
You will be paid your hire.
Walk on! Now let us work well.
Almighty God, my noble father,
Let these matters be marked in mind.
You bade me to be obedient
To be tormented for Adam's sin.
Here I submit myself to death.
To save mankind from that sin
And sovereignly I beseech you
That they find favour for my sake
And defend themselves from the fiend
So that their souls be safe
In everlasting bliss
I wish to crave for nothing else.
We! Listen, Sir knights, for Mohammed's blood!
On Adam's kind is all his thought.
This warlock grows worse than mad.
He is not afraid of this painful death.
You should set your mind wholeheartedly
On the wicked deeds you committed.
I guess he'd done as well
To have left off the stories he made up
Those sayings will rue him sorely
Soon despite all his babbling.
May ill speed befall all who spare him
Till he is put to death.
Come on quickly, boy, make yourself ready
Bend your back down on this tree.
Look, he has laid himself down
In length and width as it should be
This traitor here convicted of treason
Go quickly and fetch him you three
And since he claims to be a crowned king
He will be treated just like a king here.
Now certainly I will not stop
Before his right hand shall be fastened.
Then the left hand is mine
Let us see who gets on best.
I will stretch his limbs to the right length
And make them fit the holes
I shall take heed unto his head
And help him to be hanged with my hand
Now, as we four have to do this deed
And have to meddle with this unprofitable matter
Let nobody spare his efforts
Till we have brought it to the end.
This business shall not fail.
Now we are well prepared
This boy here in our charge
Shall feel bitter pain.
Sir knights, say now, shall we go to work?
Yes of course, I think I hold this hand
And have brought it over the hole
Very obediently without a rope
Strike out hard now, by the one who bought us.
Yes, here is a nail that will hold fast
Through bones and sinews it shall be driven
This work is well, I guarantee.
Say sir, how are we working here?
This business shall not cease
It is a foot ore more amiss
His sinews have shrunk so much
I think the mark was bored amiss.
The he will expect a harder pain.
Indeed, I think it was negligently marked
Therefore it is badly out.
Why do you say so? Fasten a rope
And stretch him by his hands and feet
Yeah, you give orders readily as a lord
Come and help to pull him, damn you!
Now of course I shall do that
As quickly as a snail.
And I shall fasten him
Very nimbly with a nail.
This work will hold, I dare say
For now both his hands are fixed.
Let us go all four to his feet,
So our time will be well-spent.
Let us see what a bit of fun can relieve his pain;
Therefore I will bend my back.
Oh! This work is all unfitting
This borings must all be mended.
Ah, quiet man, by Mohammed!
Let no one get to know this marvel
A rope will pull him down,
Even if all his sinews break asunder.
I can tie this rope so skilfully
That the confidence of this churl will be cooled.
Get hold of it firmly so that everything fits
It does not matter how cruelly he feels it.
Pull on, you both, a little bit more.
I shall not stop, my word on it.
And I shall try to hit him.
Oh, pull!
Ho, now! I hold it well
That's it. Drive in the nail
So that one cannot find a fault.
This business will not fail
As if four oxen were bound to it.
Those ropes have cruelly increased his pain
Before he was brought to the borings
Yeah, asunder are both sinews and veins
On each side, so hard have we tried.
Now all his tricks gain him nothing
His babbling will be dearly paid for.
I will go and tell our lords
How we have managed with our work.
No sirs, another thing
We have to do first, you and me;
They ordered us to hang him
High so that people can see him.
we know well that these were their words
But Sir, this deed will cause us trouble
It is no use to argue any longer
This harlot must be hanged
The slot has been prepared fittingly
Fasten your fingers on to it, all together.
I think it will never come to that
We four will not lift it upright this year.
Say, man, why do you say so?
Your effort was only slight.
He thinks there should be more
To lift him up on height
Now of course, I think we will not have
To call a greater company
I think we four should do this deed
And carry him to that hill over there.
It must be done without doubt
No more of this, and look to be ready.
This part I will lift and carry
He shall no longer lie flat
Therefore now, bend down
Let us carry him to that hill.
Then I will carry down here
And attend to his toes
We two shall care for both sides
Cause else this work will go all wrong
We are ready.
God sirs, wait
Let me first get hold of his feet.
Why do you listen to such talk this time?
Lift up!
Let us see!
Oh, lift along!
H should be protected from all this harm
If he were God.
The devil may hang him.
For I have suffered great harm
My shoulder is broken.
And indeed, I am almost exhausted
So long have I carried him down here
This cross and I should be separated
Else my back breaks asunder soon.
Lay it down again and stop your noise
This deed cannot be done by us
Try, Sirs, let us see if any trick
May help to lift him up without delay
For here strong men can win merits
And not go around amusing themselves
Stronger men that us, I think,
Are not easy to be found.
This matter will not be finished
For certainly I am short of breath.
We have never been at such a loss in our work
I think this churl has cast a spell.
My burden grieved me very severely
I wouldn't have born it to the hill.
Lift up, and soon we will be there
Therefore fasten your fingers firmly
Oh lift!
Wee, lo!
A little more.
Hold on!
How now?
The worst is over.
He weighs a wicked weight.
This we can say all four of us
Before he was carried up here
And raised in this position.
He made as stand still like stones
He was so heavy to carry.
Now raise him nimbly at once
And set him down in this slot
And let him fall in all at once
Indeed, this pain will not find its peer
Lift up!
Let down, so that all his bones
Break asunder on every side.
This fall was more grievous
Than all the harms he has endured
Now one can count
Every single bone of this lad.
I think this cross will not stay
Nor stand still in this slot
At first it was made to large
Which makes it move, as you can see
It should be fixed on each side
So that it will stop moving
Good wedges we shall have this time
And fix the foot, then all will fit.
Here are the prepared wedges
For this purpose, big and small ones
Where have we laid down our hammer
With which e should work?
We have then here ready at hand
Give me this wedge, I shall drive it in.
Here is another made ready
Bring it to me quickly.
Lay on then fast.
Yes, I guarantee
I shall press them together, indeed.
Now the cross will stand fixed
Even if he raves, they will not tear apart
Say, Sir, how do you like the work now
Which we have wrought.
We pray you, please tell us
How you feel, or whether you faint?
Al men who walk by on street or road
Take care that you will not endure pain.
Behold my head, my hands and feet,
And feel it, before you stop,
If any mourning might be fitting
Or any mishap comparable to mine.
My father, who can amend all pain
Forgive these men who do me pain
They do not know what they are doing,
Therefore, my father, I pray you
Let their sins never be examined
But have their souls saved.
Well, listen! He chatters like a jay
I think, prattles like a magpie.
He has been doing so all day
And made great lamentation for mercy.
Is this the same who said to us
He was the son of Go almighty?
Therefore he is very much afraid
And condemned to die today
Oh he who destroys the temple!
His sayings were like this
And sirs, he said to some
He might raise again.
To manifest that he had no might
Despite all the spells that he cast.
Even if he were so mighty in words
Despite all his power now he is bound
As Pilate ordered it is done and arranged,
Therefore, I say we should go to rest.
This event must be correctly reported
Throughout this world, east and west
Yeah, let him hang there in peace
And make faces to the moon!
Then we can go as we like
No, good sirs, not so soon.
There is another thing we have to do
I pray you for this tunic
No sir, we will draw lots
Which of us four will have it.
I say we draw lots about this tunic
Look, see how soon! - To be fair.
The short lot will win, you know
Whether it falls to knight or knave
Fellows, you need not wrangle
As this tunic is mine
Let us go quickly now
We are wasting our efforts here.
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