Sleep thou anon.'

7.
Sone so Iudas
of slepe was awake,
Thritti platen of selver
from hym weren itake.

7.
So soon as Judas
From sleep was awake,
Thirty plates of silver
From him were taken.

8.
He drou hym selve bi the cop
that al it lavede ablode:
The Iewes out of Iurselem
awenden he were wode.

8.
He drew himself by the head
So that it all ran with blood,
The Jews out of Jerusalem
Thought he was mad.

9.
Foret hym com the riche Ieu
that heiste Pilatus:
'Wolte sulle thi loverd
that hette Iesus?'

9.
Forth to him came the rich Jew,
That hight Pilatus;
'Wilt thou sell thy Lord,
That hight Jesus?'

10.
'I nul sulle my loverd
for nones cunnes eiste,
Bote hit be for the thritti platen
that he me bi taiste.'

10.
'I will not sell my Lord
For no kind of goods,
Except it be for the thirty plates
That he entrusted to me.'

11.
'Wolte sulle thi lord Crist
for enes cunnes golde?'
'Nay, bote hit be for the platen
that he habben wolde.'

11.
'Wilt thou sell thy Lord Christ
For any kind of gold?'
'Nay, except it be for the plates
That he wished to have.'

12.
In him com ur lord gon
as is postles seten at mete:
'Wou sitte ye, postles,
ant wi nule ye ete?
Ic am iboust ant isold
today for oure mete.'

12.
In came our Lord walking
As his apostles sat at meat:
'How sit ye, apostles,
And why will ye not eat?
I am bought and sold
To-day for our meat.'

13.
Up stod him Iudas:
'Lord, am I that [frek]?
I nas never othe stude
ther me the evel spec.'

13.
Up stood Judas:
'Lord, am I that man?
I was never in the place
Where I spake evil of thee.'

14.
Up him stod Peter,
ant spec wid al is miste:
'Thau Pilatus him come
wid ten hundred cnistes,
Yet Ic wolde, loverd,
for thi love fiste.'

14.
Up stood Peter,
And spoke with all his might:
'Though Pilate should come
With ten hundred knights,
Yet I would, Lord,
For thy love fight.'

15.
'Still thou be, Peter;
well I the icnowe;
Thou wolt fur sake me thrien
ar the coc him crowe.'

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