And aftyr dyen on the rood,
Withowtyn cawse to calle.
ffor whos passyon ther xal beffalle,
Swyche a sorwe bothe sharpe and smerte;
That a swerd perce it xalle,
ȝevene thorwe his moderys herte.
Anna. ȝa, that xal be, as I wel fynde,
ffor redempcion of alle mankende,
That blysse ffor to restore.
Whiche hath be lost fro oute of mende,