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Loquitur Crucifixus.
O MAN, look what shame for thee | |
| Willingly I take on me: | |
| See my bodie scourged round, | |
| That it forms but all one wound, | |
| Hanging vp ’twixt earth and sky, | 5 |
| Mocked and scorned by all goes by. | |
| See my arms stretched wide and open, | |
| And my sinews torne and broken. | |
| See upon the cross I hang, | |
| View these nails with bitter pang, | 10 |
| Which my own weight doth not tear, | |
| But thy weighty sins I bear. | |
| See my head, Oh me! forlorne, | |
| Pierced deepe with cruel thorne, | |
| Which so long thereon hath stood | 15 |
| That the twig runs down with blood. | |
| View my feet, and see my side, | |
| Pierced and plowed with furrows wide. | |
| See, all comfort from me taken, | |
| Both of heauen and earth forsaken; | 20 |
| And not one, with word or deed, | |
| Pities me whilst here I bleed. | |
| Yea, they all that stand in hearing, | |
| Mocke me for my patient bearing, | |
| And with scoffs augment my sore, | 25 |
| When for bitter paine I roar. | |
| Eli! Eli! I am dying! | |
| Hark! they mocke me too for crying | |
| This I beare for thine amiss: | |
| Was there euer paine like this? | 30 |
| Yea, and I do most fear that, | |
| Lest thou, man, shouldst prove ingrat— | |
| Now thou dost but make me smart; | |
| But in that thou killst my heart. | |
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