To suffyr dethe abhomynable,
ȝitt, holy prophete, of ȝour hyȝ grace
In ȝour jugement be mercyable.
I wyl nevyr more be so unstable,
O, holy prophete! graunt me mercy!
Of my synnys unresonable,
With alle myn hert I am sory.
Jhesus. Where be thi fomen that dude the accuse?
Why have thei lefte us to alone?
Mulier. Bycawse they cowde nat hemself excuse,