Joye in myn herte kan I non fynde;
He was so lowlye, so good, so kynde,
Holy of lyf, and meke of mood;
Alas! the Jewys thei were to blynde,
Hym for to kylle that was so good!
Lucas. Brothyr Cleophas, ȝe sey ful soth,
They were to cursyd and to cruelle;
And Judas that traytor, he was to lothe
ffor golde and sylvyr his mayster to selle.
The Jewys were redy hym for to qwelle,