Judas

The Text is given from a thirteenth-century MS. in the library of Trinity College, Cambridge (B. 14, 39): it is thus the earliest text of any ballad that we possess. In the MS. it is written in long lines, four (or six, as in 4, 12, and 14) to the stanza.     As the language in which it is written is not easily intelligible, I have added a paraphrase on the opposite pages.     The Story is of great interest, as it adds to the various legends of Judas a 'swikele' sister. The treachery of Judas has long been popularly explained (from the Gospel of St. John, xii. 3-6) as follows:-- Judas, being accustomed as bearer of the bag to take a tithe of all moneys passing through his hands, considered that he had lost thirty pence on the ointment that might have been sold for three hundred pence, and so took his revenge.     A Wendish ballad makes him lose the thirty pieces of silver, intrusted to him for buying bread, in gambling with certain Jews, who, when he had lost everything, suggested that he should sell his Master. Afterwards, in remorse, he rushes away to hang himself. The fir-tree is soft wood and will not bear him. The aspen is hard wood, and will bear him; so he hangs himself on the aspen. Since when, the aspen always trembles in fear of the Judgement day.     JUDAS             PARAPHRASE         1.         Hit wes upon a Scere-thorsday             that ure loverd aros;         Ful milde were the wordes             he spec to Iudas.                 1.                 It was upon a Scere-Thursday                     That our Lord arose;                 Full mild were the words                     He spake to Judas.         2.         'Iudas, thou most to Iurselem,             oure mete for to bugge;         Thritti platen of selver             thou bere up othi rugge.                 2.                 'Judas, thou must to Jerusalem,                     Our meat for to buy;                 Thirty plates of silver                     Bear thou upon thy back.         3.         'Thou comest fer ithe brode stret,             fer ithe brode strete,         Summe of thine tunesmen             ther thou meist i-mete.'                 3.                 'Come thou far in the broad street,                     Far in the broad street,                 Some of thy townsmen                     Where thou might'st meet.'         4.         Imette wid is soster,             the swikele wimon:         'Iudas, thou were wrthe             me stende the wid ston,         For the false prophete             that tou bilevest upon.'                 4.                 Being met with his sister,                     The treacherous woman:                 'Judas, thou wert worthy                     One should have stoned thee with stone.                 For the false prophet                     That thou believest upon.'         5.         'Be stille, leve soster,             thin herte the to-breke!         Wiste min loverd Crist,             ful wel he wolde be wreke.'                 5.                 'Be still, dear sister,                     May thine heart burst thee in twain!                 Did my Lord Christ know,                     Full well would he be avenged.'         6.         'Iudas, go thou on the roc,             heie up on the ston;         Lei thin heved i my barm,             slep thou the anon.'                 6.                 'Judas, go thou on the rock,                     High up on the stone;                 Lay thine head in my bosom,                     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.'                 15.                 'Still be thou, Peter;                     Well I thee know;                 Thou wilt forsake me thrice                     Ere the cock crow.'