en you still
Ye had not had this brade.[380]

_3rd Torturer._ Thou would'st all gate[381] be King of Jews,
But by this I trow thou rues
All that thou has said.

_4th Torturer._ He has him rused of great prophes[382]
That he should make us tempylles
And make it clean fall down;
And yet he said he should it raise
As well as it was within three days,
He lies, that wot we all;
And for his lies in great despite
We will divide his clothing tyte[383]
Save he can more of art.[384]

_1st Torturer._ Yes, as ever might I thrive,
Soon will we this mantle rive,
And each man take his part.

_2nd Torturer._ How, wouldst thou we share this cloth?

_3rd Torturer._ Nay, forsooth, that were I loth,
For then it were all gate[385] spoilt.
But assent thou to my saw,[386]
And let us all cut draw[387]
And then is none begylt.[388]

_2nd Torturer._ Howe'er befall, now I draw,
This is mine by common law,
Say not there again.

_1st Torturer._ Now since it may no better be,
Chevithe thee with it for me;
Methinks thou art full fain.

_2nd Torturer._ How, fellows, see ye not yon scraw?[389]
It is written yonder within a thraw,
Now since that we drew lot.

_3rd Torturer._ There is no man that is alive,
Unless Pilate, as I might thrive
That durst it there have put.

_4th Torturer._ Go we fast, and let us look
What is written on yon book
And what it may be, mean.

_1st Torturer._ All the more I look thereon,
All the more I think I fon;[390]
All is not worth a bean.

_2nd Torturer._ Yes for sooth, methinks I see
Thereon written language three
Hebrew and Latyn
And Greek methinks written thereon,
For it is hard for to expoun.

_3rd Torturer._ Thou read, by Apollyon!

_4th Torturer._ Yea, as I am a true knight.
I am the best Latin wright
Of this company;
I will go withouten delay
And tell you what it is to say.
Behold, sirs, verily,
Yonder is written--Jesus of Nazarene
He is King of Jews, I ween.

_1st Torturer._ Ah, that is written wrong.

_2nd Torturer._ He calls himself so, but he is none.

_3rd Torturer._ Go we to Pilate and make our moan,
Have done, and dwell not long. [_They go to Pilate._
Pilate, yonder is a false table,
Thereon is written naught but fable,
Of Jews he is not king,
He calls him so, but he not is,
It is falsely written, I wis,
This is a wrong-wise thing.

_Pilate._ Boys, I say, what melle ye yon?[391]
As it is written shall it be now,