Piers Plowman - Maybe You Like It

16.139: Til it bifel on a Friday, a litel bifore Pasqe.
16.140: The Thursday bifore, there he made his cene,
16.141: Sittynge at the soper he seide thise wordes:
16.142: "I am sold thorugh so[m] of yow — he shal the tyme rewe
16.143: That evere he his Saveour solde for silver or ellis.'
16.144: Judas jangled therayein, ac Jesus hym tolde
16.145: It was hymself soothly, and seide, " Tu dicis.'
16.146: Thanne wente forth that wikked man and with the Jewes mette,
16.147: And tolde hem a tokne how to knowe with Jesus,
16.148: The which tokne to this day to muche is yused —
16.149: That is, kissynge and fair countenaunce and unkynde wille.
16.150: And so was with Judas tho, that Jesus bitrayed:
16.151: " Ave, raby,' quod that ribaud, and right to hym he yede,
16.152: And kiste hym, to be caught therby and kulled of the Jewes.
16.153: Thanne Jesus to Judas and to the Jewes seide,
16.154: " Falsnesse I fynde in thi faire speche,
16.155: And gile in thi glad chere, and galle is in thi laughyng.
16.156: Thow shalt be myrour to many, men to deceyve,
16.157: Ac the worse, and thi wikkednesse shal worthe upon thiselve:
16.157: Necesse est ut veniant scandala: ve homini illi, per quem scandalum
venit.
16.158: Though I bi treson be take, and [to] youre owene wille,
16.159: Suffreth myne apostles in pays, and in pees gange.'
16.160: On a Thursday in thesternesse thus was he taken .
16.161: Thorugh Judas and Jewes — Jesus was his name
16.162: That on the Friday folwynge for mankyndes sake
16.163: Justed in Jerusalem, a joye to us alle.
16.164: On cros upon Calvarie Crist took the bataille
16.165: Ayeins deeth and the devel, destruyed hir botheres myghtes —
16.166: Deide, and deeth fordide, and day of nyght made.
16.167: And I awaked therwith, and wiped myne eighen,
16.168: And after Piers the Plowman pried and stared,
16.169: Estward and westward I waited after faste,
16.170: And yede forth as an ydiot, in contree to aspie
16.171: After Piers the Plowman — many a place I soughte.
16.172: And thanne mette I with a man, a myd-Lenten Sonday,
16.173: As hoor as an hawethorn, and Abraham he highte.
16.174: I frayned hym first fram whennes he come,
16.175: And of whennes he were, and whider that he thoughte.
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