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An other tyme sche saw in hyr contemplacyon owr Lord Jhesu Crist bowndyn to a
peler, and hys handys wer bowndyn abovyn hys hevyd. And than sche sey sextene
men wyth sextene scorgys, and eche scorge had eight babelys of leed on the ende, and
every babyl was ful of scharp prekelys as it had ben the rowelys of a spor. And tho
men wyth the scorgys madyn comenawnt that ich of hem schulde gevyn owr Lord forty
strokys. Whan sche saw this petows syght, sche wept and cryid ryth lowde as yyf sche
schulde a brostyn for sorwe and peyne. And, whan owr Lord was alto betyn and scorgyd,
the Jewys losyd hym fro the peler and tokyn hym hys crosse for to beryn on hys
schuldyr. And than hir thowt that owr Lady and sche went be an other wey for to
metyn wyth hym, and, whan thei mettyn wyth hym, thei sey hym beryn the hevy
crosse wyth gret peyne, it was so hevy and so boystows that unethe he myth bere it.
And than owr Lady seyd unto hym, "A, my swete sone, late me help to ber that hevy
crosse." And sche was so weyke that sche myth not but fel down and swownyd and
lay stille as it had ben a ded woman. Than the creatur say owr Lord fallyn down by
hys modyr and comfortyn hir as he myth wyth many swete wordys. Whan sche herd
the wordys and sey the compassyon that the modyr had of the sone and the sone of hys
modyr, than sche wept, sobbyd, and criyd as thow sche schulde a deyid for pité and
compassyon that sche had of that petows syght and the holy thowtys that sche had in
the menetyme, the whech wer so sotyl and hevynly that sche cowde nevyr tellen hem
aftyr so as sche had hem in felyng. Sithyn sche went forth in contemplacyon thorw the
mercy of owr Lord Jhesu Crist to the place ther he was naylyd to the crosse. And than
sche sey the Jewys wyth gret violens rendyn of owr Lordys precyows body a cloth of
sylke, the which was clevyn and hardyd so sadly and streitly to owr Lordys body wyth
hys precyows blood that it drow awey al the hyde and al the skyn of hys blissyd body
and renewyd hys preciows wowndys and mad the blod to renne down al abowtyn on
every syde. Than that precyows body aperyd to hir syght as rawe as a thyng that wer
newe flayn owt of the skyn, ful petows and rewful to beholdyn. And so had sche a
newe sorwe that sche wept and cryid ryth sor. And anon aftyr sche beheld how the
cruel Jewys leydyn hys precyows body to the crosse and sithyn tokyn a long nayle,
a row and a boistews, and sett to hys on hand and wyth gret violens and cruelnes thei
drevyn it thorw hys hande. Hys blisful modyr beheldyng and this creatur how hys
precyows body schrynkyd and drow togedyr wyth alle senwys and veynys in that
precyows body for peyne that it suffyrd and felt, thei sorwyd and mornyd and syhyd
ful sor. Than sey sche wyth hyr gostly eye how the Jewys festenyd ropis on the other
hand, for the senwys and veynys wer so schrynkyn wyth peyne that it myth not come
to the hole that thei had morkyn therfor, and drowyn theron to makyn it mete wyth the
hole. And so her peyne and hir sorwe evyr encresyd. And sithyn thei drowyn hys
blisful feet on the same maner. And than hir thowt in hir sowle sche herd owr Lady
seyn to the Jewys, "Alas, ye cruel Jewys, why far ye so wyth my swete sone and dede
he yow nevyr non harm? Ye fille myn hert ful of sorwe." And than hir thowt the
Jewys spokyn ageyn boystowsly to owr Lady and put hir away fro hir sone. Than the
forseyd creatur thowt that sche cryid owt of the Jewys and seyd, "Ye cursyd Jewys,
why sle ye my Lord Jhesu Crist? Sle me rathyr, and late hym gon." And than sche
wept and cryid passyngly sor that myche of the pepil in the chirche wondryd on hir
body. And anon sche sey hem takyn up the crosse wyth owr Lordys body hangyng
theron and madyn gret noyse and gret crye and lyftyd it up fro the erthe a certeyn
distawnce and sithyn letyn the crosse fallyn down into the morteys. And than owr
Lordys body schakyd and schoderyd, and alle the joyntys of that blisful body brostyn
and wentyn asundyr, and hys precyows wowndys ronnyn down wyth reverys of blood
on every syde. And so sche had evyr mor cawse of mor wepyng and sorwyng. And
than sche herd owr Lord hangyng on the crosse seyn thes wordys to hys modyr,
"Woman, se thy sone of Seynt John, the Evangelist." Than hir thowt owr Lady fel
down and swownyd, and Seynt John toke hir up in hys armys and comfortyd hir wyth
swete wordys as wel as he cowde er myth. The creatur seyd than to owr Lord, as hir
semyd, "Alas, Lord, thu leevyst her a careful modyr. What schal we now don and how
schal we beryn this gret sorwe that we schal han for thy lofe?" And than sche herd the too
thevys spekyn to owr Lord, and owr Lord seyd to the on thefe, "This day thu schalt ben
wyth me in paradys." Than was sche glad of that answer and preiyd owr Lord for hys
mercy that he wolde ben as gracyows to hir sowle whan sche schulde passyn owt of this
worlde as he was to the thef; for sche was wers, hir thowt, than any thef. And than hir
thowt owr Lord comendyd hys spiryt into hys fadrys handys and therwyth he deyid.
Than hir thowt sche sey owr Lady swownyn and fallyn down and lyn stille as sche had
ben ded. Than the creatur thowt that sche ran al abowte the place as it had ben a
mad woman, crying and roryng. And sithyn sche cam to owr Lady and fel down on hir
kneys beforn hir, seying to hir, "I prey yow, Lady, cesyth of yowr sorwyng, for yowr
sone is ded and owt of peyne, for me thynkyth ye han sorwyd anow. And, Lady, I wil
sorwe for yow, for yowr sorwe is my sorwe." Than hir thowt sche sey Joseph ab
Armathy takyn down owr Lordys body of the crosse and leyd it beforn owr Lady on a
marbil ston. Owr Lady had than a maner of joye whan hir dere sone was takyn down
of the crosse and leyd on the ston befor hir. And than owr blisful Lady bowyd down to
hir sonys body and kyssyd hys mowth and wept so plentyuowsly ovyr hys blissyd
face that sche wesch awey the blod of hys face wyth the terys of hir eyne. And than
the creatur thowt sche herd Mary Mawdelyn seyn to owr Lady, "I pray yow, Lady,
gyf me leve to handelyn and kissyn hys feet, for at thes get I grace." Anon owr Lady
gaf leve to hir and alle tho that wer ther abowte to do what worschip and reverens thei
wolde to that precyows body. And anon Mary Mawdelyn toke owr Lordys feet and
owr Ladiis sisterys toke hys handys, the on syster on hand and the other sister an other
hand; and wept ful sor in kissyng of tho handys and of tho precyows feet. And the
sayd creatur thowt that sche ran evyr to and fro as it had be a woman wythowtyn
reson, gretly desyryng to an had the precyows body be hirself alone that sche myth a
wept anow in presens of that precyows body, for hir thowt that sche wolde a deyid
wyth wepyng and mornyng in hys deth for love that sche had to hym. And as swythe
sche saw Seynt John the Evangelist, Joseph of Aramathye, and other frendys of owr
Lord comyn and woldyn beryn owr Lordys body and preyide owr Lady that sche
wolde suffyr hem to beriin that precyows body. Owr dolful Lady seyd to hem, "Serys,
wolde ye takyn awey fro me my Sonys body? I myth nevyr lokyn upon hym inow
whil he levyd; I pray yow, late me han hym now he is ded, and partith not my sone and
me asondyr. And, yyf ye welyn algatys beryin hym, I prey yow berith me wyth hym,
for I may not levyn wythowtyn hym." And the creatur thowt that thei preyid owr Lady
so fayr til at the last owr Lady leet hem beryin hir der sone wyth gret worschep and
wyth gret reverens as longyth to hem to do.