And bad me sey to ȝow thus, loo!
How that Lazarus, qwhiche that ȝe lovyd so,
With grett syknes is sore dyssesyd;
To hym they prayd ȝow that ȝe wolde goo,
If that ȝour hyȝnes therwith were plesyd.
Jhesus. Dedly syknes Laȝarus hath non,
But for to shewe Goddys grete glorye;
ffor that syknes is ordeynyd alon,
The sone of God to gloryfie.
Nuncius. They be in dowte that he xal deye,