Dere Lord, among us telle us his name alle owt;
He that to hym tendyth this dede to fulffille,
ffor his grett treson his sowle stondyth in dowt.
Philippus. Golde, sylver, and tresoour sone dothe passe away,
But withowtyn ende evyr dothe laste thi grace.
A! Lord! who is that wylle chaffare the for monay?
ffor he that sellyth his lord to grett is the trespace.
Jacobus minor. That traytour that doth this orryble manace,
Bothe body and sowle I holde he be lorn;
Dampnyd to helle-pytt, fer from thi face,