Grett syknes hym sore doth holde;
ffor vervent hete his blood dothe dreye,
His colore chaungyth, as they me tolde.
Jhesus. Goo hom ageyn, and telle hem thus,
I xal come to hem whan that I may.
Nuncius. At ȝour comaundement, O prophete Jhesus!
I xal hem telle, as ȝe do say.
Jhesus. Com forthe, bretheryn, walke we oure way,
Into Jurye go we anon;
I cam not there ful many a day,